#SORRY 4 NOT POSTING I WAS TOO BUSY 🥀🥀

[skylardrawz]

Have a baby cherubble for not posting for so long :’3

[kuroiixz]

Hello! Just promoting my yandere haikyuu x reader book, here's a random chapter 4 of my book. You can read it on AO3 or wattpad :>

[04]. SUNFLOWER

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THE MORNING WIND was gentle and soft, blowing and lifting strands of her hair slightly as Y/n pedaled slowly on her bike. Her bike's bell jingled softly when she took a turn, her fingers wrapped around the bike's handlebars tightly as she passed by buildings and lots of busy people. There's someone who just opened their shop, and some lining up for the bus or just a few people walking their pets early in the morning.

Earlier, Y/n had delivered a bouquet of sunflowers, an order from a customer that she spent hours working on. And also did not forget to attach her shop card and left a note at the bouquet too. She herself delivered the bouquet using her bike as it has a basket attached at the front, fit enough for a bouquet.

And of course Y/n also posted the bouquet on her socials like instagram, with the picture of the sunflower bouquet and the caption;

❝ "𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 ~ 🌻💐" ❞

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 @𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱! #𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 #𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 #𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱

It's simple and a newly made instagram account with only a few of followers, not that much, just a lowkey existing account.

Now, Y/n's on her way to her flower shop after delivering the bouquet, pedaling her bike slowly. The basket in front of her bike is no longer filled with a sunflower bouquet but instead a paper bag of warm freshly baked bread.  She stopped by the bakery previously and bought some cream puffs and milk buns for herself.

Everything seems perfect.

Suspiciously too perfect.

Then, it happened.

Y/n pedales slowly as the road curved downhill. However, when she tried to press the brake, it didn't work. "h-huh??!" Her bike picked up its speed going down the road, getting faster each second. Y/n was panicking as she gripped on the handlebars tightly, trying to press the brake again but it was no use at all.

"H-help i can't-" Y/n was panicking a lot, she was going too fast down the road and couldn't stop.

"W-watch out!!" Her bike was heading straight towards someone with a high speed. A tall man with black hair who just got out of the convenience store, now standing in front of the store. He's wearing a denim jacket with his black sling bag around his body, carrying a plastic bag with him.

He was very surprised to see a bike, in a high speed at that, suddenly lunge towards him.

"Sh*t what the hell?!" he immediately let go of his plastic bag to the ground and quickly stops the bike by force, gripping onto the handlebars with both his hands.

However the impact was too strong from the force of speed and sudden stop, it made Y/n's body launched forward and fell towards him, iwaizumi hajime.

The bike fell to the floor violently. Also Y/n being on top of iwaizumi's body, they both fell at the ground now. People nearby who heard the loud crash began to watch curiously and even form a small loose circle. Some even murmuring whether they should call for an ambulance or not.

Meanwhile Iwaizumi groaned while laying at the ground. He was very irritated. Well of course he would be, he got run to by a bike at a high speed and his back hurts as hell falling to the ground with her above him. He thought who the hell doesn't know how to ride a damn bike?? He was about to get angry, yell and told her to get off him. To curse at her but then-

She raised her head above his chest, and their eyes met.

"I-I'm so sorry! I- the brake wasn't working so i.. " Y/n immediately raised her head, stared at him while apologizing frantically.

That was it.

Just like that, his anger is gone.

His anger completely vanished as if it was never there when he saw her. Her eyes were a bit teary as if she was about to cry and her lips were quivering. Face etched in panic and fear. Looking delicate.

While Y/n, her palms stung and slightly scratched. Her knee was scraped and bleeding lightly. But what truly terrified her was that,

Her chest. It was tightening.

Y/n, who originally has heart disease condition, due to the sudden incident happening, from the bike brake that didn't work and speeding up really fast then crashing to a guy. And now, people are surrounding them which made her heart beat rapidly.

Too many voices and eyes.

All of it made her overwhelmed, making it hard to breathe.

"Hey- calm down it's fine" Iwaizumi, he noticed her pale and panicked expression, he immediately approached Y/n and patted her back lightly.

"We're fine, just a little accident. There's nothing more to see, move along." He shielded Y/n, his arm tightened protectively around her body. His other hand rose, shielding her face from the crowd. Iwaizumi calmly told the crowds to back off. A polite statement for 'get the f*ck away from here right now and stop staring'

The crowd slowly scatters away, some walked away quietly continuing their day and some put their phones back on their pocket and walks away, leaving only Y/n and Iwaizumi alone. As soon as the crowds scattered, he immediately lend Y/n a hand, helping her got up. "Are you ok? Can you still walk?" Iwaizumi crouched down in front of Y/n, staring at her scrapped and bleeding knee.

"Ah yes.. thank you and sorry" her heart beat slowly went down to a normal pace. Feeling a bit relieved yet guilty as well for crashing into him.

"It's fine, don't mind it" iwaizumi shrugged it off. In fact he didn't really mind, not at all. The pain on his back? the scratch on his arm?, Everything was completely forgotten.

He's even holding back his smile, believing that fate bring them together.

"But that was dangerous. Do you ride this junk everywhere?" Iwaizumi stared at the old bicycle. He picked the bicycle up from the ground and steady it while examining the bike's condition. He callrd the bicycle "junk" because the brake's broken and didn't work a damn at all.

"Oh just for delivering flowers.." Y/n softly replied. Feeling a bit sad that the brake isn't working when she just bought the bike few weeks ago, solely for delivering flower bouquets.

"Do you live nearby? I can fix your bike" he offered. His voice is deep yet gentle and soft.

"Oh- no need,, i don't want to trouble you no more" Y/n immediately refused his offer. She already crash into him, causes a scene and now he wants to fix her bike? She felt absolutely troubled and guilty.

"Just sit on the bike and show me the way" iwaizumi's voice was sharper now, as if commanding her. He gripped both his hands on the handlebars tightly, guiding it straight. At first, Y/n was hesitant. But then slowly she walked over and sat sideways on the bike seat, one hand gripping on the basket's edge as she tried not to move her injured leg too much. And once Y/n sat down, iwaizumi began to walk behind the bike while holding both handlebars.

He slowly walks while pushing the bike, with Y/n sitting on it.

On their way to her flower shop.

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[🦊 || INARIZAKI'S GC || 🦊]

Miya Osamu 🍙

@sunarintarou SUNA YOU BASTARD WHERE ARE YA??

@sunarintarou suna reply.

@sunarintarou suna.

@sunarintarou reply.

WE GOT A GANG RAID TONIGHT AND WE NEED TO PREPARE SO GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SH*T??!

@sunarintarou Bro reply or i'm leaving yer corpse in the dumpster with the others.

Miya Osamu 🍙

@kitashinsuke KITA HE AIN'T ANSWERIN

AND TSUMU'S LOSIN HIS SH*T AGAIN.

He killed another person out of frustration because he can't rememember where the flower girl live at??

What girl?? I bet she didn't even exist.

Tsumu's prolly just hallucinating because his ass has been single for ages.

Miya Atsumu 😼

I AIN'T HALLUCINATING.

She's real. And I bet that on my non-existent ass !!

Miya Osamu 🍙

Oh here we go again.

Miya Atsumu 😼

I SWEAR SHE'S REAL!! She looked and smiled at me so sweetly?? She blushes and i swear she's in love with me too!! (ok he's hallucinating fr)

Kita Shinsuke is online

Miya Osamu 🍙

Oh you guys are dead fr

Kita shinsuke 🌾

What's going on.

@miyaatsumu what did i say about killing people randomly?

Miya Atsumu 😼

"Don't kill without a good reason" 😤👹

BUT I HAD A GOOD REASON

Kita Shinsuke 🌾

And what is that?

Miya Atsumu 😼

... cleaning the human population.

Miya Osamu 🍙

Damn right.. he's just venting out his anger on the poor victims.

Miya Atsumu 😼

To be fair, they all have criminal records. I didn't just kill randomly 🥺

Kita Shinsuke 🌾

Atsumu.

Miya Atsumu 😼

OK OK FINE, I won't kill anyone anymore..

Miya Osamu 🍙

What a big fat lie.

Miya Atsumu 😼

Shut it, samu.

Kita Shinsuke 🌾

Also, @sunarintarou report now.

Suna Rintarou is online

Miya Osamu 🍙

OH SUNA YOU LITTLE SH*T

I tagged ya a lot of times and you didn't reply but just one tag from kita is all it took???

The discrimination 💔

Miya Atsumu 😼

cause yer ugly asf

Miya Osamu 🍙

We're twins dumbass.

Suna Rintarou 🤳

Yo chill, im alive.

Outside rn.

An accident happened lol.

Kita Shinsuke 🌾

Accident?

Suna Rintarou 🤳

Yeah, Bike girl crashed into some dude.

Kind of funny ngl

Miya Osamu 🍙

Who the hell crash a bike to someone??

Miya Atsumu 😼

Prolly some random stupid girl.

Suna Rintarou 🤳

sent a photo 📸

[ a photo of him, half of his face seen on the pic with a lazy peace sign. In the background, there's bicycle on the ground and some crowd of people. A slight glimpse of Y/n and another man shielding her. The picture is a bit blurred and not clear as the scene is quite far from where suna is standing ]

Miya Osamu 🍙

Wow that's a sea of people.

Miya Atsumu 😼

Wait. wait.

WAIT.

WAIT HOLD ON.

HOLY SH*T

THAT'S HER.

THAT'S HER??!

THE FLOWER LADY I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!

Miya Osamu 🍙

Ya mean that tiny pixel blob in the background of Suna's photo?

That's all blurry how'd you know that's her

Suna Rintarou 🤳

I can't even see very well from here.

It's too crowded.

Miya Atsumu 😼

From pure love.. ❤️‍🔥

OK BUT I'D RECOGNIZE HER RIGHT AWAY AND I KNOW THAT'S HER!!

I'M 10000000% SURE

Kita Shinsuke🌾

Atsumu, breathe and calm down.

Miya Atsumu 😼

I CAN'T. SHE TOOK MY BREATH THE FIRST TIME I SAW HER.

SHE TOOK IT AND NEVER GAVE IT BACK?!!

But..

Who the hell is that bastard right there? Why's he shielding her as if he's a goddamn knight??

The f*ck is he doing touching her like that??

@sunarintarou location

@sunarintarou location now

@sunarintarou BRO WHERE ARE YOU share me your location

now now now

Miya Osamu 🍙

He's losing it again.

Kita Shinsuke 🌾

🤦‍♂️

Suna rintarou 🤳

📍shared live location

Miya Atsumu is offline

Miya Osamu 🍙

There he goes.

Suna Rintarou 🤳

Oh.

I forgot to say that the pic was 10 minutes ago.

They're gone now.

Miya Osamu 🍙

LMAO TSUMU'S RUSHING FOR NOTHING HAHA

Kita Shinsuke 🌾

.. i'm so tired. 🤦‍♂️

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MEANWHILE, Atsumu he literally bolted out of the inarizaki's hideout and sprinted out his way, following suna's live location on his phone. He ran, bumped to lots of people on the way "Y'ALL MOVE OUT OF THE WAY" he ran faster almost reaching the location, clenching his phone with one hand.

But when atsumu finally reach the location,

There's nothing.

There's no crowds anymore, no fallen bike, no flower lady, no knight in shining armour guy. Just Suna, crouching down at the ground waiting for atsumu. "Oh, you're here" Suna sipped on his favorite jelly fruit sticks as he stand up and approached him.

"Where are they??" Atsumu looked around once again, seeing only the empty streets.

"Oh, they left like 15 minutes ago.." Suna lazily muttered out, looking at the time on his phone.

"SUNA WHY DIDN'T YA STALL THEM??" Atsumu grabbed suna's shoulder, shaking him deliberately as he was so frustrated. "I didn't think it was necessary" suna simply replied, still sipping on his jelly sticks.

"IT IS!!- Nevermind give me your phone" Atsumu snatched suna's phone and unlocked his password. He immediately searched through suna's gallery. "The photo. The pic you sent earlier. That blurry background, you GOT a better one, right? A clearer one." Suna sighed and scrolled lazily through his camera roll with atsumu peeking beside him.

Swipe. Swipe-

Then, they both saw it.

It was a candid picture. Taken from a side angle. There are less crowds at the picture and it captures Y/n's face well. Not blurred and clear. Even her scraped knee and also the guy beside her, who lend her a hand to stand up.

"This!! THIS IS HER!!" Atsumu shouted loudly. He was glad he actually didn't hallucinate and she did in fact existed. He even sobbed, finally having a clue that she probably lives nearby here.

While Suna, he leaned closer. His brow twitched.

"…Holy sh*t" he muttered while staring at the picture he didn't realise he himself captured. Turns out Atsumu wasn't hallucinating sh*t afterall. Suna, he now understood exactly Atsumu's reaction over the past weeks he couldn't find her and the way he went absolutely crazy over her.

Because Suna himself felt like he was going crazy too, over someone he never met at that? It was definitely dangerous for him, who never took interest in anything.

Because now, they both shared the same sickness, which is Obsession.

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AT THE ROSEMARY flower shop, iwaizumi is currently fixing Y/n's bike. His denim jacket were at the chair because the sun was scorching hot. He had also treated both his and her injuries beforehand by buying a first aid kit from the nearest convenience store. Now, Iwaizumi is working in silence, his sleeves rolled up and hands covered in black smudges from the gears. He seems focused but his eyes flicked up every few seconds to check on her.

While y/n is sitting at the chair waiting patiently. She had also prepared a cold drink and a strawberry cake at the table for iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, glancing down at the loosened brake line.

He needed a wrench. A specific one

Iwaizumi took out his phone from his pockets, the screen got smudged in black by the dirt on his hands. He called for Oikawa Tooru.

"Iwa~chan you called for me first?? That's so rare of you~ did you finally realize i-" Oikawa happily answered the call, iwaizumi never called for oikawa first so certainly it surprises him to see iwaizumi calling him first.

"Shut it shittykaw- i mean Oikawa." Iwaizumi glanced at Y/n who is listening nearby, not wanting to ruin his image in front of her as he corrected Oikawa's nickname.

Oikawa hung up the call.

"Hello?? This bastar- ehem.." Iwaizumi got angry when Oikawa hung up. He instantly calls back.

"WHO ARE YOU WHAT DID YOU DO TO IWACHAN??" Oikawa gasped dramatically and shouted loudly through the phone call. "IAM IWAIZUMI. I just need your help. Bring me the red box set under the table" he commanded. The tools were needed to fix Y/n's bike afterall.

"For what?" Oikawa curiously asked.

"Bike repair. It's urgent." Iwaizumi just explained briefly.

"Whose bike?" Oikawa was getting too curious because as he remembers, iwaizumi's bike is perfectly fine and is currently at the aoba johsai's hideout place. So whose bike is he fixing? "None of your business. Just come here, i'll send you my location" Iwaizumi then hung up the call and put his phone back to his pocket. Turning to Y/n.

"Is everything okay..?" Y/n peeked out nearby and asked softly, walking towards iwaizumi with her bandaged knee.

"Yeah im calling my friend over to bring a tool. Just need to finish tightening the brake or it'll give out again." He explained while washing his hands inside Y/n's flower shop. Cleaning his smudged hand.

"I see.. here have some drink and cake" Iwaizumi walk over and sat on the chair while Y/n slightly pushes the cake and drink to him. He thank her, eats the cake and they both exhanged names and talked for a while.

Soon, Oikawa arrives carrying the tools.

"Iwa-chan~ this red box is so heavy-" he complained and then placed it down the ground. Just then, oikawa saw someone behind iwaizumi. Iwaizumi seemed like he was trying to hid her behind his figure but oikawa already saw her.

He immediately locked his eyes at hers.

"Who's that..?" Oikawa whispered to iwaizumi, his cheeks a bit flushed as he stared at Y/n, she gave him a polite smile.

Iwaizumi didn't answer.

Surely he did not want to.

He knew what he was keeping.

He probably didn't even want Oikawa to be here if it weren't for the tools.

"No one. You can leave now." Iwaizumi shoo oikawa away. He opened the tool box, and grabbed the wrench. Then he proceeds to work, tightening the bike's brake.

"Tch no fun~" Oikawa hummed as he kept on glancing at Y/n. "Hey sweetheart, are you a friend of Iwa? Mind giving me your number?" Oikawa approached Y/n, deliberately trying to flirt with her.

"Back off." Iwaizumi immediately step in, grabbing oikawa by the back collar of his neck as oikawa muffles complained.

"Sorry bout that. The bike's all good now." Iwaizumi closed the red box full of tools. It was fast and clean because all that's left to do is just tighten the brake using the specific wrench he needed.

"Ah, thank you very much!!" Y/n smiled softly at them. A smile was more than enough to make them fell all over for her again.

"Here's my number if you want to contact me.. or if there's anything you need" Iwaizumi pull out a piece of paper from his pocket, writing down his phone number with a black pen just incase she needs him with anything.

Y/n can ask him anything.

Whether it's her bike problems or even killing someone.

He would glady do that.

"Iwa-chan thats cheating!!" Iwaizumi then bowed as he left the flower shop, dragging oikawa with him. On the way back, Oikawa kept on complaining of how he didn't get to introduce himself properly and didn't get to know Y/n.

Meanwhile, Oikawa found this interesting actually. He was already interested in her. Dangerously, the moment he saw her. He wants to know her name, if she live at her flower shop, what she does, her relationships, her family and all.

He wants to know everything.

And the best part?

The more Iwaizumi wants him to stay away, the more oikawa wants to approach Y/n.

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𐔌 ꩜ ₊ ⊹─ ˙🥀 ̟ !! - RYUI. - 6/7/2025 - PB

[papaver-decervicatus]

Cat/Mouse/Den: Pt. 4, Mus Urbanus

Fatal attraction is one thing but stuck on a stakeout, a certain little mouse decides to push her luck with the cat who's been chasing her... just how far is too far, and how much more can they take?

CW: Obsession, stalking, canon typical violence, intrusive thoughts, unsanitary wound care

Authors Note: Hahaha, remember how I said I was going to do shorter updates? Yeah well, I felt really bad for missing the previous week but I did have a lot of terrible IRL shit happen, so working through that was a priority. That being said, going back through all the amazing comments and everything everyone has written has been absolutely keeping me afloat! Thank you all so so so so so much, you will never know how much it all means to me.

There are a couple of Hannibal references in this part that, hopefully, will start to make sense by the last part of the story (which was, coincidentally, the first part written!) Not going to lie, I am just glad to publish this so I never have to think about this damned part again as I have been stuck on in for literal months. Also sorry if Soap's accent sucks, the only experience I have with anything remotely Scottish in the way of language tendency is my grandmother whose father was a Scottish immigrant and that's it.

Anyways, I hope you like agnst and interrogation scenes, because next week, König loses his faith in god and in mouse while tied to a chair! See you there!

❣️Cura ut Veleas ~ Caedis 🥀

PREV | Pt. 4 Mus Urbanus | 4.2k words | Mouse POV | NEXT

“Mouse?” A voice from in front of her calls out, but only after she deliberately drags her feet into the threshold of the neutral ground, alerting him of her presence. 

“Quiet as a.” She utters her usual response, stepping into the little flat in Buenos Aries, Argentina. She hears the smile as Soap sucks in a breath at her little joke. Her callback should be old by now, shouldn’t make him smile anymore, but he does anyway. He’s easy to get along with, something hard to come by in war. She crosses the minimal space between the two and takes stock of his little setup. 

For a mission, it’s luxurious. He’s sitting, in a chair might she add, with a scope poking barely out of an antique window on the 7th floor of an apartment building, looking into a busy market square. His arms rest on a table littered with little signs of life, a map of the area adorned with notes and coordinates in inexpensive ink, no less than 7 pens whose caps are chewed through (everyone’s got bad habits but this little sin of his drives poor Price up and down the goddamn wall), two disposable cups with sediment rings denoting how much instant coffee was drunk from them at a time before they returned to their places besides their drinker. Most notably, however, are two radios in a strange moment of near fornication– backs ripped open and wires crossed in an almost pornographic display of field ingenuity. 

Damn demolition specialists, she hears the echo of Gaz say in her head and she absentmindedly rubs the scabbed over cut on her left hand where the shrapnel of a certain someone’s frag grenade got her two weeks ago. She wants to be mad but-

“Hear any good ones, lately?” Soap turns to her, he’s disengaging from his post, changing his guard for her to take his spot, just as command ordered. He’s been in this little nest for about 6 hours and she can feel his desire to scuttle and tinker about radiating off of him. As he takes apart his gun, already aware and familiar that she refuses to use anyone’s but her own, his eyes shine to life. The color of sky blue permafrost, yet they radiate a certain lived-in warmth impossible to distance yourself from. Eyes almost like-

She bites her tongue at the thought. Bad time to be thinking about König… she mourns. But, speaking of the man.

“Yes, but it’s bad,” she offers, in fake warning as she sheds her outer jacket before moving to unhook the case that stands between her and the assembly of her gun. She knows the warning will only intrigue the poor pyrotechnic more. 

His smile is nothing short of sadistic as he raises an eyebrow.

“No, like, really bad,” she emphasizes, throwing a pleading look his way. His grin gets even more shit-eating-er if that sort of thing were even possible. “I mean it, MacTavish. Pass it along to your long-suffering Lieutenant, and you will be picking teeth out of your shit.” “I’m sure I’ve done worse to Ghost,” he supplies, rolling his shoulders. Yeah, I’m sure you have, she thinks but is much too self-preserving to say, especially aware that the Frankenstien’s monster of a radio he’s resurrected from two dead circuit boards is likely not secure enough to promise any real privacy. She would rather not alert Simon Riley that she’s become a dealer in his and Soap’s arm’s race of terrible jokes. He does not take prisoners, after all… 

“Alright, alright, just don’t tell him it’s from me,” she smiles, putting her hands up defensively in a quick jest. “Okay, play along with me now,” he nods along as he steps away from the perch and lets her take his spot at the table. 

“So, what's the difference between a piano, a fish, and a gluestick?”

“I know about two-thirds o’ this one.” 

Mouse trap baited. She smiles.

“Give it a go, then.” She wiggles in the chair, pressing her cheek to the crux of the sight and its metal holder. She sighs into the familiar feeling of control that settles into her bones as she hunches over.

“Can tuna piano but’cha can’t tuna fish?” He supplies, half teasing her already.

“Yep, but you’re forgetting something.” She sighs and goes to fiddle with the red-light optics extension, Command is confident enough in her abilities that she was specifically told to take it off for this one. She hears Soap whisper a quiet ‘oh shite’ behind her when he realizes he probably forgot to himself and she laughs a little. 

“What about the glue?”

Mouse trap set. Poor Soap, always getting himself into ambushes…

She smiles wide and hums remembering how excited her kitty-cat was to tell her this part. 

“See, I knew you’d get stuck on that one.” 

Mouse trap sprung. A moment of silence.

“Oh fuck me, that one is bad.” Soap chokes out a hearty laugh as he collects his discarded coffee cups from her side.

“No thanks,” she purrs as she finally sets herself into position. “Use it at your discretion, soldier.”

“Aye, that I will.” 

Soap goes to rummage through the kitchenette to her right and she takes the moment she lacks supervision to indulge herself. She does not move her sights to alert the man with her of the wandering of her eyes, instead, she scans windows and alleys without visual aid. The stale air threatens to choke her as she rakes over the golden-hued morning scene with desperate efficiency. 

After what feels like an eternity of stolen glances switching between her targeted area and anywhere he may be, she sees him. 

Technically, she has no way to know for certain that it’s König, she doesn’t have his usual wave or cheeky grin (affectionately referred to as a Cheshire Cat Smile in her own belabored heart) to alert her to his presence. That being considered, there is a masculine figure barely peeking out of a window into an alleyway who is just shy of 7 feet tall and his face is covered. Yeah, probably König. She smiles despite herself and her company. She wonders if he has radio access to her little hideout. 

(She remembers the seemingly endless weeks of his arrival to her perch. The early morning light hits the streets the same way it had hit the forest ground that day. Like a fairy tale prince, beseeching a princess on hand and knee, he would always somehow appear in her sights, nearly as though it was just meant to be! 

His form stands out tall and proud from its surroundings and she recounts every single reason he should not be here. By the third time their eyes caught she’d decided he was doing it on purpose, but she never let him get away with it without some acknowledgment on her side. She can only imagine that if she’s getting hunted for sport, her calling out his position will, at least temporarily, halt his advance. 

But by this rate, she’ll be in his mouth by the end of the year. 

His eyes are cold and bloodshot red. Painted tears lick their way down the hood she’s never seen him without, possibly a feeble attempt at impersonality? Maybe if he looks enough like a monster people will just trust their first assumption and leave him alone. But she’s never been one to judge a book by its cover…

“I see you, König.” She warns out to him. He stills among the foliage, bathed in sweet-honey-like warmth from the rising sun. He does not shy away from his imminent death on the business end of her rifle, of course not! Instead, he raises his chest proudly, seemingly aware that the loneliness in her yields to whatever greater magnetism the loneliness in him commands. He’s an enigma, it bothers her that of all the people to put the effort into finding her, it has to be him. Mostly she curses herself for promising him a next time all those encounters ago, if she’d known what sort of a game it would inspire in the predator stalking her like prey despite her flipping sniper rifle, she never would have said a thing. 

He may be in her scope, but he’s got her under a finer microscope to seek her out so faithfully. She wishes she got this sort of dizzying devotion from someone, anyone else. It is the third day this week he has found her.

What she expects to happen is what has happened for weeks now, 1) he hears her transmission, 2) he smiles at her as a predator smiles at pray, his eyes find hers and her hackles rise in utter terror, and 3) he hums to himself and turns away, self-satisfied enough to have won hide-and-seek for the time being.

That does not happen. 

Instead, König sits down, right where he is, and pulls out that monster of a knife he keeps strapped to himself. He throws it up and catches it without looking at it, instead his eyes are laser-focused on Mouse. This is, of course, despite the fact he should have no earthly idea where she is. He plays with his knife idly for what must be an hour, but she does not- no, can not- look away from him.

She remembers her trigger finger twitching with sinful power, she remembers choking back the insistence at killing another lonely person, devoid of their autonomy on a basic level when they signed up for a mercenary-issued ticket to hell.

She remembers hopelessness. She remembers refusal. She remembers the smile reaching his eyes when she played along with his joke. 

“Why don’t rats like cats?” Her radio labors out. 

She half forgot what his voice sounded like, surprisingly excitable and shrill for a man of his stature. Her brain stutters around the implication of the only words she’s heard him say to her since the fateful ravine that gained Mouse her own personal 6’10” shadow. 

She blinks a few times in surprise, genuinely pondering if her long hours hiking through the woods have made her susceptible to hallucination and general hysteria. She is not thinking when she timidly responds-

“Why?” 

“Because they are weapons of maus-destruction.” Konig replies like it’s not the stupidest thing she’s ever heard in her goddamn life. Perhaps it's pity at the memory of his discomfort around his comrades. Of the thought of the way he tries to make his body so small when around others (truly an impossible task he routinely fails.) Maybe it’s irrational fear, twofold and buried in her instinct to shoot despite the clear disadvantage on his behalf and her insistence that she does not do her damn job, or fear of the inhuman man in front of her stalking her through the woods. Or it could be discomfort, no one ever prepared her for dealing with whatever the fuck this is in basic training or field school. In the end, it doesn’t really matter what it is.

In the sparkling, decadent light of a sunrise, her heart hammers in her throat at the first joke he’d told her, in some strange and desperate attempt to fill the meters of silence between them.

She laughs. 

And he hears it.

And with his wide stance, his ghastly executioner’s hood in the place of a crown, and his knife back in its holster- his beautiful eyes seem to smile. Suddenly, his eyes look lived in, like someone has just put up new curtains in an abandoned house. His whole affect changes hinging on what was an irresponsible outburst on her behalf at best.

And for the first time, she does not fear a monster hunting her through the woods, silent and purposeful in his pursuit of prey. Instead, she wants to understand a man, whose eyes have lit up like a princess has just laughed when he kissed her hand.) 

Soap wanders back into her small perch with two cups of coffee and sets one down next to her. She takes a quick glance and hums with appreciation. He takes another sip out of his and she remembers that they’re supposed to share shift for about an hour before his rotation ends.

“You treat all your girls to coffee in the morning?” She quips.

“Only the pretty ones,” he returns with an effortless charisma and her breath catches.

Not because of Soap, but because in that alleyway, where she really shouldn’t be looking, she sees the uneasy rise of two massive shoulders and-

Oh my god, did König just… get jealous? 

The next idea she has is downright evil, really this is not the place or the time or any of that but-

Fuck it. She’s already flirting with the enemy, what more could this do? She’s already told the poor mountain of a man something dangerously adjacent to “God I really missed you when we didn’t talk to each other for three weeks like a horny teenager and by the way I love you desperately and think about you when I’ve got my hands down my pants,” and she probably imagined him tensing up, anyways. No harm, no foul. 

Maybe, it's dangerous, to wave a steak in front of a mountain lion, but what if she wants to get mauled?

“Hey Soap, what page are you on?” She says, putting her terrible plan into action. She sees him look up from his report, or more likely an idle sketch, on her periphery. 

“Ah, only the second chapter, did'ya move my bookmark?”

“Nope, the book’s in the leftmost pocket in my duffle.”

“Thank ya,” He says and moves from his spot to go fetch the book from it. She takes a quick sip of her coffee, delighted to realize he’s made it to her specifications as far as milk and sugar go, as he rummages around in her bag.

The impromptu book club started nearly eight months ago when Nova passed her copy of Emma by Jane Austen off to Gromsko to help him with his English. That turned into Mouse recommending the book Jane Eyre to Nova on the pure suspicion that she would hate it, which she did. Gromsko still needed to practice and enjoyed the spirited discussions so he joined the blossoming group with an English copy of The Doll by Aleksander Głowacki after he finished Jane Eyre. Never one to be left out, and surprisingly well-read when he wanted to be, Soap had pitched the idea of The Lord of the Flies (because to quote “Fucking Brits,” and he wanted to subject others to his high-school reading list.) If she remembered correctly, Farah and Reyes had also started sharing copies of books they enjoyed occasionally.

“Can’t believe it was Gromsko that put it in rotation.” Soap says, pulling out a well-worn copy of The Silence of the Lambs from the bag.

“He said he picked it up years ago in Polish thinking it was a cooking field guide.” She offers, as the man next to her idly thumbs through pages.

“Yer shitting me, yeah?”

She just shakes her head and smiles into her scope. Soap laughs and removes his homemade bookmark, a pencil sketch of a stake-out view somewhere in Mexico scribbled onto scrap paper. He keeps his thumb on the page and flips through to where hers is, much further along.

“Yer a right romantic, ain’cha Bonnie?” Soap laughs somewhere between the pages and somewhere behind her. “Hmm?” 

“This part, that’ya highlighted,” she hears a well-meaning sneer in his words. “The one you put the hearts by and everything…”

Mouse’s mouth tethers itself into a terse line and she attempts her best noncommittal shrug. 

Somewhere in her line of sight, a mountain shrugs himself chuckling lightly. She wonders what it would feel like, to lay on his broad, muscled chest as he laughs, how closely he would hold her, how she could rest entirely on top of his chest and not touch the ground beneath them and-

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” She lies through her teeth. Soap’s laugh behind her is loud and proud. Suddenly, his casual sadism isn’t so amusing when turned around on her. 

“Do you think it's because I like to look at you and think about eating you up—“ he reads from the book, voice dripping in mock chivalry and breathless romanticism. “About how you would taste?"

She feels her cheeks and ears heat up as Soap loudly proclaims her funeral to all those who may care, and she doesn’t miss the way König leans a little too close to his radio as he goes about mocking her. His stance shifts as if he hangs on the very words like he’s found a secret buried deep in her subconscious. Technically, she has no way of knowing, but Mouse knows in her heart that König is smiling. At least someone is having fun. 

Once Soap comes down from his laughing fit he puts her bookmark back to its spot and talks at the back of her head. 

“With your pressed flower bookmark and everything. Oh, it would be sweet if he wasn’t Hannibal the Cannibal.” Soap hisses out. “I always figured you were…” he pauses searching for the right word, “adventurous from how Gromsko talks bout ya, but seriously cannibalism?”

If she’s not mistaken, König’s hand grips ever so slightly tighter on the radio attached to the best. Maybe the battle plan has to change, but she’s still got some ideas. 

Soap is completely oblivious to the electricity licking up the air between her perch and one man on the ground. He looks around frantically, seemingly desperate to find her, and look in her eyes. Mouse is a sniper, she really should hate the attention, but something fatalistic descends into her smile as she lets Soap continue his little outburst. 

“I swear. You and him, yer sure there’s nothing there? He’s even given you special field medicine lessons, no one gets treatment like that from Gromsko.”

“His name is Sobieslaw.” Notably, it is not a denial. Technically, everything that’s just been said is the truth. 

König’s shoulders rise. 

He looks right down her site. 

She smiles. 

Come and get me, kitty-cat. 

“See! That’s what I’m talking about. You’re the only person who calls him by his first name.”

“Because you never put in the effort to learn it.”

“That don’t mean a thing since I don’t have tits.” 

“You do, just not as good as mine.”

“Aye, off it. Gromsko is into you.” She can hear from the way Soap’s voice carries haphazardly around the room that he is pacing and talking with his hands. She doesn’t turn her back, gaze still fixated on the looming shadow in her sights. Soap continues, entirely unaware of the exact type of beast he is tempting. “He swaggers around you, never even bothers to fucking ask to pick up your boxes, he just does it. His voice gets all soft around ya, too, like he’s cooing at a goddamn pet animal or something. He nearly got into an actual pissing contest with Ghost the other day when he bitched about you beating him in poker. Face the facts, Bonnie, he wants you.” 

König’s eyes have focused with the ferocity of an apex predator and his chest labors out concentrated and sharp inhales and exhales. He resembles a recently sharpened knife, desperate for some carnage after a particular kind of attention. His body is crumpled in on itself not unlike a cat getting ready to pounce. His heels dig desperately into the cobblestones beneath his feet. His hand flicks out his beloved Glock field knife with all the reverence of a praying man.

In short, he looks every part like he does in immediate battle. He looks like he did the split second before he started sprinting for her in the snowy woods, the scene that occupies her lonely nights when she tries in complete vanity to recreate the feel of his hands cradling her sides.

Mouse should be scared of König.

Instead, she sees before her a scene of complete and hopeless adoration focused so intently on her alone that she should be afraid of. Realistically, she recognizes the clear and present danger of the moment. Is König upset at her? At Soap? At a potential adversarial suitor by way of Gromsko? She doesn’t quite know, but after a career of intentionally hiding like a coward, she basks infatuated by the calamitous captivation he exhibits.

He looks like he wants to maul something to death.

As keen as she is on getting him close enough to try to get over to her (and ideally, throw her under him,) in her infinite mercy, Mouse decides the teasing has gone on long enough.

“I like Gromsko just fine, but not like that.” Soap audibly scoffs and König’s entire form relaxes. Both men mutter something to themselves before an encore of gunfire breaks out. Mouse’s heart stutters to a stop when her radio comes in.

“Visual on Gaz, he’s hit!” Nova calls out, clearly alarmed. Soap grabs for the radio right next to Mouse and brings it to his face, holding onto a few loose wires as he does to ensure the amalgamation does not fall apart in his fingers.

“Where is he?”

“Two blocks from south from you, Gromsko is a click out.”

Soap looks at Mouse with his heart bobbing in his throat. The pain and worry on his face is palpable.

“Go.” She says. Soap looks around frantically at their supplies, seemingly taking a split second worth of inventory, making as many life-or-death decisions as he can in such little time.

“Soap, listen to me,” Mouse soothes. “I keep overwatch, you take my TAC vest and stabilize him until he can get a medic.”

“Mouse, I can’t just leave you-” “You can, and you will. Go.” She says with all the finality of a door slamming shut. Soap doesn’t look at her again as he gathers her supplies and nearly sprints downstairs. 

Soap leaves. Quickly. Quietly. He never looks back.

Her stomach settles into discomfort and she looks through the door he closed with the same sad nostalgia she looked through falling snow and monumentous trees. She can’t help but think she would not get the same priority in Gaz’s situation. Like some terrible premonition, she imagines bleeding out on the ground as Soap turns away, never once looking back.

Would König come for me? She ponders, before she smothers the paranoia-induced delusion with the memory of his large hands on her sides. She looks down at her shoelace, where she carved a cylindrical hole through his effigy to attach it. The birchwood mouse carving that sleeps at her right toe gives a silent reassurance: he never really left you, did he?

By the time she looks back into her scope, in between the all-too-familiar white noise of war that’s broken out around her, she sees a shadow dart out from the alleyway one down from where König is. The figure is cloaked in the specific type of military fatigue denoting his affiliation, one that is unluckily for him, kill on sight. It ducks behind the building to the right, where König is. It stalks out, lining itself up behind the hooded man, brandishing a drawn pistol.

König doesn’t have the time to react to the blood spray that litters across his back from the other man’s head once Mouse pulls the trigger on her gun, silently thankful (as awful as it is,) that Gaz getting hurt allowed her to take the shot without Soap inquiring into her actions. (But maybe it’s her fault in the first place that König was distracted enough to allow someone to get the drop on him…)

König looks back towards her and his head lulls to the side like a heavy flower bloom weighed down by morning dew. His eyes, somehow the softest she’s ever seen, are also carving a large chunk of her soul like a knife cuts through soft wood. When he lifts his hood to blow a kiss to her, she knows she will never get her traitorous heart back.

“Danke, mein Engel,” the radio on her table whispers in his voice.

“It’s only fair. I did owe you, after all.” She responds, all together unconcerned with whether or not he can hear her. She smiles, thankful she can see those bright eyes another day. 

When he turns away, she feels her entire heart walk away with him. With every step of his fleeting form, she feels less and less herself, as though someone had separated her shadow from where it meets her feet. Something has changed in the air between them, a sad resignation settles into her trigger finger when she releases it.

For the first time, she does not feel as though she wouldn’t run if he took her, but rather that some integral part of her is with him as he leaves. 

All is fair in love and war, but she’s not sure just how much longer she can stand to play cat and mouse.

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Silas asks #4

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mafia, punishment, breaking reader

How tall is Silas?

Here you have the characters approximate heights

How much money does Silas have? 200 mil?

Silas little 'business' has a net worth of 500 million, but he only keeps around 1/5 of it because he has a lot of workers to pay for. It's not about how much money he has, but what he spends it on and how he uses it. He doesn't need much money when he has so many people in control.

We know that Silas is in the Mafia but like what does he really…do?

He thinks off himself as a business man and does a lot of paper work ... which is basically forgering signatures and looking through different contracts between him and his "business partners". He also goes out on missions and does the dirty work, which is confronting people, killing and buying illegal stuff.

Silas is a whore

Yes :)

WHAT DID SILAS DO TO US?!?

WELL HE MIGHT HAVE UH ... GOTTEN INTO YOUR LITTLE HEAD AND MADE YOU A LITTLE SILLY ... HE JUST LOVES YOU SO MUCH <3

Regular Silas < ✨Babygirl✨ Silas with 💖Cat Ears💖I rest my case (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧~🥀

bed now. sleep. yoU'RE NOT THINKING STRAIGHT

Would Silas ever realize that throwing his darling in the basement may be pushing them farther away from him? Or would he rather just hurt them than win them over another way? (Love your writing btw!)

I think he does realize that, but he doesn't want to think about it. It pains him to know that he's the reason why you're hurting. He just want to make you obedient because when you're obedient, you won't get hurt ... he'll try to come up with another way to get you.

"I'm sorry, little thing. Please don't run. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to talk to you. You're in pain because of me. I thought that putting you down there would help you get rid of more pain in the future ... but it seems like I've made a mistake. I'll change my ways. Somehow."

Ya know silas remind me of the main antagonist of kdrama called Love in sadness. The difference is silas is a mafia whereas the antagonist is a ceo. And has a trauma about the death of his mother. The common thing between them is that they both hold alot of power, know many men, has eyes everywhere, more importantly is obsessed and abusive to female lead(or female/male lead for silas). Both of them are capable of blackmailing reader to kill their loved ones if they escape. Thats all I wanna say~

I haven't seen that, but it sounds very interesting! Might have to check it out.

i just finished reading all the Silas posts and..... oh my god he is awesome and your style is just incredible, i love reading new stories. so i have a question: how will Silas react to the darling who gave up trying to escape because it was impossible and decided instead to stay and make Silas' life hell? like, darling who will act like a bitchy trophy wife, looking down on him and trying to command his subordinates or even Silas himself?👀 not_so_submissive_darling, you know?

He'll be pissed. Although he'll be happy that you've given up, he'll be more than frustrated with how bratty you've become. He's the leader, you have no right to control his men. But you don't care.

"Baby, if you order one of my men to do something for you again, you will be put into the basement!" he'll warn you. "So stop acting like a bitchy trophy wife and go watch a movie or something. And if you don't stop, I'll take away everything I've given you. No more fancy clothes, no more jewlery, no more soap or shampoo- ... oh? That makes you mad? Good."

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#5

Jaemin + Bulge kink 💀⚰️🥀

trying to use the second person for these let’s see how long i last

w!: bulge kink (+ size kink, cockwarming)

Jaemin’s extremely touchy. His hands are always all over your body on any occasion and even more when it comes to sex, so I think the first time he realizes he can feel and see his cock through you would be completely casual.

He’s just too busy holding you tight and running his hands on your tummy when he feels it and that awakens something in him. It’s the way you look so small compared to him, and it makes him realize how much you take every time he fucks you and he would be so amazed by your body.

And from then on he can’t stop making you notice it and fucking you deeper and at the right angle so he can see your tummy bulge even more.

He loves when he’s fucking you senseless in missionary and all that’s filling your brain is him and the way his cock fills your pussy perfectly.

“Look, baby. Look at how I was made just for you,” Jaemin coos while pressing his hand on your tummy, and making you feel even more how he drags in and out of you. And you can do nothing but feel him so deep inside of you, fascinated at how you can see his cock move.

But since he’s so touchy, I also think he’d be into cockwarming. He’d dress you into a pretty skirt and a crop top, making you sit on his dick while you watch a movie. And he’d just love to occasionally push his hand down on your belly, once again highlighting the way he reaches so deep into you.

“That’s right, baby. Keep my cock warm and then you’ll get a reward.”

1,168 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#4

can i request a nasty and messy jaemin drabble where reader is so cock drunk on jaemin and jaemins sooo pussy drunk so they just fuck each other like animals and both r just shaking from overstim and then jaemin wanna pull out so bad but he just cant stop fucking himself inside reader and then reader just weakly say dont stop and ruts on jaemins cock too even if shes sensitive HEHDJDJSHHWHDDHJD

w!: rough sex, overstimulation, cum play/eating (i’m sorry but if you say pussy drunk!jaemin i take it literally), oral sex (f), minor praises

a/n: i'm sorry to you too for writing this later than usual but this concept is soo good (if i say jaemin and haechan certified best pussy eaters what do you say? you agree) i didn't want to rush it. i hope you'll like it!!

You and Jaemin can’t take your hands off each other. It’s like an addiction. Probably it can even be considered fucked up in strangers’ eyes, but neither of you two care. 

“Jaem, fuck,” you moan, eyes squeezed close, burning cheek pressed against the bedsheets as he keeps fucking into you. You lost count of how long you have been going on or how many times he made you come. But the almost unbearable temperature in the room and the sounds coming from between your legs are good indicators that you two have been going at it for hours. 

“I just want to eat you out,” Jaemin pleaded, big brown eyes fluttering at you. It started like this, lips latched on your wet core, sucking and licking as if he was feeding off of you. You truly believed he was pussy drunk, but you couldn’t blame him when you felt the same for him. You were hoping to get a taste of his cock, too, but Jaemin had no intention of giving it to you, not like that, at least. So, the second orgasm came with his fingers, pumping into you, getting you wetter and weaker. 

And now you are pressed under him, ass up and face down, as his hips thrust deep and hard into you, overstimulating you to the point that you can feel tears at the corner of your eyes. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Jaemin groans, his nails sinking in your skin, as he drives his cock into you, pushing your body down on the mattress more. 

You can’t even talk anymore, only moan and let him do whatever he wants with you. 

“C-close,” you whimper, squeezing more tears out of your eyes, vision going white as the nth orgasm rippled out of you. 

“You feel too good,” he groans as he comes, staring in awe as his eyes are stuck where your bodies meet, seeing — other than just feeling — how your pussy clenches around his cock. “Can’t get enough of you. I — fuck — I can’t.” 

“Don’t stop,” you beg, opening your eyes and turning your head back to look at his wrecked face. He already fucked you in any possible position, so you don’t know how he has the strength for more. You don’t know how you have the strength for more. But you want more. You need it. “Please, keep — keep fucking me.”  

Another loud groan escapes his lips before he flips you over, making you face him, and his cock ease into your swollen, dripping hole again. 

You know he’s just as sensitive as you now, cock throbbing and his moans are higher and whinier, typical of when he’s pushing himself over the limit. And yours are not much different, low, whiny whimpers and cries, as your hips buck for more, not caring that you’re so sensitive your body starts shaking, and your hands keep his body close to yours. 

It is too much. 

But none of you can get enough. 

Too drunk and lost in each other to stop. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan when you feel close to the edge again and his thrusts get sloppier, his arms almost not supporting him anymore as he slowly leans closer to you, forehead falling against your shoulder as you come at the same time. 

You stay like this for a while, taking deep breaths to come down from the high with your hands wrapped around his shoulders and him kissing your neck. 

“Wait, I’ll clean you up,” he huffs when he pulls away from you.  

“Jaemin, what —” The words stop in your brain when his lips are once again on your pussy. You’re so sensitive that you can’t help but whimper and cry because it’s too much, but it also feels too good and you don’t even know what you want. 

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking you clean, humming against your skin as if he’s getting served Gods’ food. And you should hate how dirty it is, but you don’t, you don’t mind the lewd sounds he’s making, slurping loudly and sucking harshly, you don’t mind his moans, you don’t even mind that you can barely take the last orgasm when it hits harder than the ones before. 

“Good girl,” Jaemin praises, trailing your skin and reaching your lips. “Shh, shh, it’s fine,” he reassures you, caressing your shaking body as he kisses your lips again. “You did so well, baby.” 

You hum before all the emotions take over you, and you fall asleep in his hold. 

Knowing that once you woke up, you two would’ve started again. 

1,549 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#3

wrapped around your fingers | lee jeno

title: wrapped around your fingers

pairing: CEO!lee jeno x fem!oc/reader (no name, no descriptions, third person) | mentioned: na jaemin

genre: smut, CEO!au, established relationship, fluff (if you squint) | requested

summary: Jeno finds out he has his girlfriend wrapped around his fingers... well, in a way he doesn’t quite expect.

warnings: smut, office sex, fingering (with rings on), oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, teasing, orgasm denial, minor impact play (pussy slaps), orgasm control, multiple orgasms, vibrator, light bdsm (spreader bars), squirting, rough sex, mirror sex, fingers sucking, hair pulling, hand around the throat (not chocking), minor cum play, aftercare, dom!jeno, bratty-sub!oc/reader

words: 8.009k

a/n: that’s what happens when you make me write about my strongest weakness. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know with comments, reblogs or asks!! | credits for the picture © somnia

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2,291 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

rock, paper, scissors

title: rock, paper, scissors

pairing: suh johnny x jeong jaehyun x lee jeno x na jaemin x fem!oc/reader (no name used, written in third person) 

genre: smut, basically pwp, best friends!au

summary: five friends rent a house together for a few weeks to enjoy summer like they used to do when they were younger, thinking that nothing could change their friendship. But teasing leads to pent-up tension and tension leads to problems. Problems that can’t be fixed by playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ like when they were young.

warnings: smut, sexual tension, implied masturbation, unprotected sex, fivesome, (not discussed) dom/sub dynamics, fingering (f), rimming (f), oral (m), double penetration, spit roasting, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise, minor choking, anal sex (f receiving), spitting, light hair pulling, size kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, minor orgasm control, minor dumbification, (hard) dom!johnny, dom!jaehyun, (hard) dom!jeno, dom!jaemin, sub!oc/reader, filth just pure filth. 

words: 11.765k

a/n: the 4J smut nobody asked for is here. I think I struggle writing things with no emotions so this one was pretty much a challenge for me, but I hope it’s not too bad and you’ll enjoy it. I made it sound deep in the summary but the ‘problems’ are just them being horny. Let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks. ♡

taglist: @wooyoung4eva @jenoxygen @sunshinedhyuck @kundann @jaeymark

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2,801 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

can you handle it?

title: can you handle it?

pairing: suh johnny x jeong jaehyun x lee jeno x na jaemin x fem!oc/reader (no name, written in third person)

genre: smut, pwp, best friends!au

summary: Johnny drags her wildest fantasies out of her mouth, or to be more precise, out of her phone. But can she handle it?

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fivesome, masturbation (f), oral sex (f&m), sex toys, (heavy) degradation, praises, dirty talk, orgasm denial/control, blindfold, anal (f), spit roasting, double penetration, blackmail (it’s a roleplay that starts halfway through, so no, she’s not really being blackmailed, 100% consensual), size kink, free use (kinda?? it’s more like a mentioned fantasy), squirting, fingers sucking, spitting, size kink, bulge kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dumbification, aftercare, mentions of breeding kink, (hard) dom johnny, dom Jaehyun, (hard) dom jeno, dom jaemin, sub!oc/reader | lmk if i missed something

word count: 12.400k

a/n: a gift for the 1k followers (thank you again, ily♡) because if I’m going to hell you’re coming with me. another adventure of them (you don’t have to read it to understand this)

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2,913 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[iuwon]

hello lina!!

🎐anon here,, i'm sorry it took me like a week to reply back..., i had exams this week and i tend to stay off my socmeds during exam week not because i want to focus on studying, no, no, absolutely not but because exams literally suck the soul out of me and i have no energy left to even open my socmeds or indulge in anything 😭, i literally take a 2 hour nap every time i finish one exam paper. so yeah... tough week and i'm glad its over. i have another big exam period starting on nov 16th so i'll have to study hard for that but, guess its freedom for now. anyways!! sorry i ranted too much. first thing i saw when i opened tumblr tonight was your pda hc post and omg 💘💘💘 , you literally never disappoint ?? i love it... especially jake's.... 'that's my girl' bruvv butterflies in my stomach. it's so rewarding to read your writings first thing after exams are over and i can finally open tumblr ㅠㅠ. oh and for the kpop groups i stan question,, i have 2 groups i ult rn which are aespa and enhypen!! i use to ult nct though back in 2018-2020 and i still keep up with them a little. i want to write down a lot more but i think i already said too much hahaha so i'll stop here. and please tell me about your week too 🥺. i want to listen and read about how it went or just little, memorable things that made you happy this week cause yk, i admire you and i want to understand you more

xoxo, 🎐

AHHH HI HI HI BB I REALLY MISSED YOU YOU'RE BACK. BRB SCREAMING

OKAY HOLD ON IM PUTTING A CUT BC THIS IS GONNA BE PRETTY LONG

AND NO NO IT'S ALL GOOD DON'T WORRY !!! priority is always important if not ppl end up like me 😻 I HOPE IT WENT WELL FINGERS CROSSED PRAYING ON MY KNEES THAT YOU GOT THE RESULTS YOU WANTED !! UGHHH tell me about it, exams are so mentally draining and exhausting just thinking about it makes me want to collapse. naps are always essential i live for sleep ✨ seriously i do nothing but fangirl, eat, sleep and study.

AHH NOV 16 THAT'S TOO SOON 😡 personally i need at least like,, 1-2 months of rest before another exam. FOR THE MEANTIME please rest well !!! sleep like a panda and eat like a panda 🤩 don't worry too much to prevent stress because you had it so rough oml :((( seeing how you turned off social media due to how drained you were just proved how much effort you placed into the exams 😼 but please please don't overexert yourself during the next batch of exams !!! i hate exams just for that reason only. make sure to never pressure or stress yourself with negativity no matter what scenario you're doing the best and that's all that matters !! 💞 NO FEEL FREE TO RANT ALL THAT YOU CAN

AGJWFEJFAJJWE OMG THE FACT THAT I WAS THE FIRST POST YOU SAW BACK ON TUMBLR #*%#*$%* IT'S GIVING ME EMOTIONS I'M GONNA YELL. AWEJGJWSK THANK YOU FOR READING AND ENJOYING THE HC WTF YOU'RE SO SWEET ????????? SERIOUSLY WHEN I READ THIS I STARTED SCREAMING AND JUMPING ON MY BED 💀💀

literally reading this is so rewarding like HELP you now and forever will hold the ability to say things that i can't stop thinking about 😭😭 AND OHHH AESPA AND ENHA !!! aespa along w bp and itzy are the gg i stan 😌😌 i used to stan nct too !!! but i somehow got pretty busy so i rarely just watch their videos 😭 i think enha and bts are the only groups that i'm up to date w/ but even so i'm still behind with their updates 💀 AND NOO ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO WRITE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT TO !!! i really love receiving asks and hearing from you, like honestly, it's so hard to explain 😭

"admire" SQUEAL CRYING EATING WALLS ROLLING SOBBING SCREAMING YELLING HOLLERING WHIMPERING HEART BLEEDING. NO BC THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL W YOU, YOU'RE LITERALLY JUST SO 10000000000% ?@#%?@!???INHALES. EXHALES. one day i will lose my sanity

BUT PLACING SCHOOL ASIDE I HAD A 4 DAY BREAK !! it's just about to end and school is starting tomorrow 🥀 i watched k-dramas w/ my mom, had late-night snacks (i love love love having late-night snacks/noodles it tastes so much better at night), and cooked breakfast for my family for 4 days (not really fun since i had to wake up earlier but at least i can cook) !!! it was so so fun :))

i'm going to the hospital tomorrow though !! our country doesn't allow vaccinations on minors so my doctor is issuing some special treatment to get me one on Friday !! i think i'm getting the faiser (is that how it's spelled HELP) or the moderna one and i'm pretty nervous bc i heard those are pretty painful (I HATE VACCINATIONS i am forever a kid at heart). i have online classes tomorrow so my mom is telling my to bring my phone instead to listen to my classes (a 100% fail but i can't argue against my asian mom). OHHH ALSO i was away from my gadgets the whole 4 days I JUST CAME BACK AND I SAW THE BTS SEASONS GREETINGS 2022 AJFEJGJAWSFJWEJ JIKOOK HELLO ?????????????????????????????? ,,,,, waIT hold on do you stan bts ?? I'M SO SORRY IF I'M JUST SPOUTING OUT NONSENSE <//3 but hmmm other than school i don't really have much going on 😭 currently going to study for my statistics quiz even though it's a rest day today 😡 ANYWHO HOW ARE YOU DOING THOUGH ??? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO WITH YOUR REST ??? OR HALLOWEEN ???