#This ask kinda threw me for a loop

[whosectype]

Are there any blogs u can’t stand r hate

I’m guessing you mean in my direct lil community? (Cause I don’t interact anywhere else) I don’t hate anyone here??? I find it hard to hate people online because you just don’t know them, yknow? Ofc blogs that support cupcest and stuff I will block because it makes me uncomfortable, but I don’t consider them part of our community anyways. now for blogs I can’t stand, I wouldn’t say there’s any! There aren’t any blogs that are “annoying” per se. I follow lots of people, and the people I follow are the ones I enjoy seeing (and the ones I’m not too scared to follow :’D)

as someone great once said, the internet is where nuance goes to die. so if someone makes a mistake and gets called out for it, but apologizes and tries to fix their mistake, i don’t think thats reason to ostracize, or harass them. Granted if they do something incredibly harmful that has permanent consequences to one or more people, then maybe they should take a break off of the internet entirely. I don’t block people that often, all the hate I’ve gotten has been entirely anonymous, so it’s not like I can block those who just wish to be a butthole. But a lot of the hate asks I’ve gotten are really silly, and often don’t completely involve me?

so short answer, nope!

[spicyraeman]

Would Virran be part of the band? Who would he date in the modern band au

I have a hard time keeping my blorbos out of AUs so yeah Vir would def be a part of the band in some way, thinkin' maybe rhythm guitar and backing vocals

As for dating, in their canon they get with Shadowheart and then later Lae’zel gets added into the mix so I'm inclined to say that they’d go a similar path in a modern AU. Although they do have some chemistry with just about every party member (not Astarion) so I might play around with that a bit

[lolastrniolo]

TAKE IT / M.S.

summary: your boyfriend matt got a little excited while watching a show with you, so you let him have his way with you.

contains: smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, hickeys, stomach bulge, slapping, spitting in mouth, size kink, dom!matt, established relationship, no use of y/n

wc: 1.9k

a/n: english is not my first language

the sound of the television filled the room as you traced slow circles over matts bare skin, your head rested on his chest. his hands played with your soft hair, his fingers massaging your scalp slowly. suddenly, an erotic scene beamed on the screen, in full explicit detail. matt cleared his throat and shifted his position, slightly pulling at his sweats as he did so. your eyes followed his movements, and eventually landed on the growing tent in his pants. he was praying you wouldn’t notice his arousal, but it was pretty hard to miss, to say the least.

“really, matt?” you picked your head up and looked at him with a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “sorry, this is embarrassing, i feel like a teenage boy.” he covered his face with his hands and let out a loud groan. “no, no, it’s fine!” you tried to conceal your amusement, but failed miserably when you let out a loud laugh, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth.

“see, you’re making fun of me!” he laughed with you, now also covering his mouth with his palm, aware of the fact your sister was asleep in the room across the hall. “sorry, it’s kinda cute tho, you getting worked up so fast.” you bit your bottom lip before straddling his lap, your heat hovering right above the bulge in his pants. he sat up and grabbed your hips to reposition you on top of him, his back now pressed against the headboard. he grabbed the remote and shut off the tv without breaking eye contact with you.

“you don’t wanna watch anymore?” you asked, acting oblivious. “nope”, he said, “done watching.” he closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips to yours, his hands immediately snaking around your waist. your lips moved against matts, soft moans and sighs escaping both your lips as you grinded your hips against his. his hands slid their way down to your ass and gripped it, guiding your movements.

he flipped the two of you around in one swift motion, pinning your hands above your head. “what do you want” he whispered, his lips inches away from yours. “you know what i want…” you didn’t wanna give in, avoiding the words he wanted you to say. he stood up from the bed and grabbed you by your legs, pulling you to the edge of the mattress with minimal effort. you loved the way he manhandled you, the way he threw you around. “i don’t know what you want, not if you don’t tell me.”

“matt, please…” you begged, “i need you.”. your hands were propped up behind you to hold you up as matt stood in between your legs. he softly traced your cheek before grabbing your chin and tilting up your head, making you look up at him with a desperate look on your face. “tell me exactly what you need, yeah? and i’ll give it to you.”

“your tongue” you finally confessed, the wetness between your legs growing with the second. “good girl.” matt got on his knees without breaking eye contact. he looped his fingers in your sweats and panties before looking up at you, and as soon as you nodded, he pulled them both down to your ankles before discarding them to the other side of the room.

you propped yourself up on your elbows and watched the way matt trailed kisses along your inner thighs, before sucking harshly on the skin, leaving behind some dark purple marks. “matt, enough teasing.” you groaned, throwing your head back in frustration. he chuckled and shook his head before finally licking a long stripe up your wet slit. a loud moan escaped your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “ah- f-fuck!”

“you taste so good”, matt mumbled. he grabbed both your legs and let them rest on his shoulders, gripping your thighs as he ate you out. soft moans escaped his lips, you could tell he loved every second of what was happening, he might have been enjoying this even more than you. you furrowed your brows as your eyes shut, the pleasure completely overtaking your body. you tried closing your legs in around his head when he started sucking on your clit, but matt forced them open easily.

suddenly, the sound of a door creaking and footsteps were heard across the hall. you quickly pushed back matts head, “fuck, my sister’s up…” you looked at him wide-eyed. he had an annoyed look on his face, frustrated he had to stop his work. a few minutes later, the sound of her door closing was heard, meaning she was probably back in her room. “you think she’s gone?” matt asked, still on his knees. “i don’t know… probably.” you responded, uncertain. that was all matt needed to hear, “good enough”, he whispered, before grabbing your thighs and pushing himself into your heat again, his tongue working between your folds.

you tried to be as quiet as possible, praying your sister wouldn’t hear the way matt made you feel, but matt wasn’t having it. “why are you holding back?” he questioned, his eyes locked onto yours. “i can’t, matt- my sister will hear.” you respond breathlessly. “i don’t give a fuck, wanna hear those pretty moans of yours.” he says, before back into your soaking pussy.

you didn’t need to be told twice, loud moans falling from your lips, “matt…” you whined, “oh my god”. you sat up and propped your left arm up behind you, your right hand flying to his hair. matt flattened his tongue against your folds, letting you do the work. you grinded your hips into his face, legs shaking around his head, your grip on his hair growing even tighter. he recognized your movements immediately and slid two fingers into your dripping hole, curling them up to get you closer to your climax.

the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter, before finally snapping. the hand that was previously in matts hair slapped over your mouth as a loud gasp escaped your lips. matt worked you through your orgasm before removing his fingers and getting off his knees, standing in between your legs again. he brought his two fingers to your lips, “open,” he said.

you obeyed without question, opening up your lips and letting him slide his fingers into your mouth. you sucked on them greedily, tasting your own juices on your tongue. matt swore he could’ve came in his pants just from that sight, the desperate look on your face as you sucked your juices off his fingers, looking up at him with furrowed brows. “fuck, you look so good like that”, he rasped, his voice hoarse. he released his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop before running his fingers through your hair, tugging on it a bit to tilt your head back.

he hovered his face right above yours, and you quickly got the hint, opening up your mouth again. he held your jaw as he let a string of saliva drop from his mouth into yours. he smirked as he watched you swallow his spit, “face down, ass up.” he demanded. you did as told, arching your back for him, your pussy on full display.

you looked back over your shoulder, watching matt take off his boxers and sweats, on which had already formed a small wet patch from his pre-cum. you felt the mattress dip as matt situated himself right behind you and gripped your hips. “think you can take a little more, pretty?” he asked. “yes, i can take it, please.” you whined, wiggling with your ass a little to signal what you wanted.

matt chuckled at your greediness and slid his tip through your folds a few times, before lining himself with your entrance and slowly pushing in. moans and groans fell from both your lips as matt filled you up, completely bottoming out. “fuck, you’re so big…” you praised, you knew matt loved hearing it, and you loved saying it. it was the truth, after all. he probably had the biggest dick out of all the guys you had slept with.

matt grabbed a fistfull of your hair, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand as the other gripped your hip. he tugged on your hair harshly and slid his length almost all the way out of your pussy, before slamming back into you at full speed. you let out a loud cry, gripping the sheets underneath you to ground yourself in some way. matt lifted his hand and slammed it back down on your ass, leaving a red hand print. he pounded into you with no mercy, manhandling you as he groaned and moaned.

you had totally forgotten about your sister at this point, loud moans and screams falling from your lips, luckily slightly muffled by the pillow your face was pressed into. “m-matt, oh my god! fuck- d-don’t stop!” you pleaded. “fuck, good girl. take it- fucking take it. look at you, all fucked out.” he rambled, completely lost in essence as he slammed his length in and out of you repeatedly.

in one swift motion, he flipped you over, so you were now in a missionary position. “wanna look at your pretty face while i fuck you” he rasped. his left hand was gripping your thigh, nails digging into your skin. with his free hand, he pushed up your tank top to free your tits. he furrowed his brows and let out a groan as he watched the way your tits bounced as he slammed into you.

his gaze then lowered down to your stomach, seeing it bulge every time he bottomed out. he brought his right hand to your stomach and pressed down, his jaw hanging slack as he felt his cock slam into your walls from the outside. he grabbed your hand and replaced it with his, making you feel just how deep he was. you stared up at him with your mouth agape, “matt, ‘m gonna- gonna cum” you spoke out in between breaths and moans.

he slid his hand in between your legs, rubbing tight circles on your clit with his thumb. “cum again for me, baby.” he groaned. your legs trembled and your toes curled as you finally reached your climax, this one hitting even harder than the previous one. waves of pleasure ripped through your body as you threw your head back. matt finished shortly after, his hips stuttering and his head dropping forward as he coated your walls in his cum before collapsing next to you on the bed.

after a while of heavy breathing, you both finally caught your breath, chuckling from exhaustion. you cuddle up to him and reach over to grab your phone from the nightstand, your eyes immediately widen when your screen lights up, seeing multiple messages from your sister:

‘oh my god, shut the fuck up!!!!’

‘girl i’m trying to sleep please do this at his house.’

‘i’m so done with y’all. i’m smacking you both so hard tomorrow.’

you showed matt the screen, and his jaw dropped. you locked eyes with him before bursting out into laughter. “why did you decide to go live with your sister again?”

→ MASTERLIST & TAGLIST !

[rafesangelita]

omg congrats on the 5k! can i order a freshly baked slice of warm vanilla cake [🍰] for bitchykook! reader + “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” + smut

warnings: kinda mean!reader lol, rafe is desperateeee, oral sex (f. receiving), rafe finishes in his pants (!!!)

rafe wasn’t a desperate guy. he could have any girl he wanted, except you of course, and that drove him crazy. he was so used to girls bending at his will, that when he made advances towards you and you outright rejected him, it threw him for a loop. “fuck a guy that’s been in every bed in figure eight? no, thank you.” you blew him a kiss, walking off with a laugh as your friends cackled alongside you. rafe’s ego had definitely taken a blow that night, and it was from that point forward that he decided to make it a mission to get you to say yes to him.

he would find out where you and your clique would be for the evening and show up, buying rounds of drinks for you and your girlfriends, only to not be acknowledged or even waved at by you. rafe couldn’t crack you and he hated it. taking it a step further, he managed to get dozens of flowers sent over to your house, a pathetic little card with the words ‘just one time.’ written in gold script was folded into one of the bouquets. the next time you saw him, he wasted no time in asking if you’d received his ‘romantic’ gesture. “i did actually! but just for future reference, roses aren’t my favorite. bye now!”

you had left rafe at a loss for words, and feeling more defeated than ever. apart of you would feel bad if he was begging for a chance to actually be with you instead of just using you to add to his list. that was one of the reasons why you were being so cruel to him, the second reason being; you loved to see the drop in his shoulders everytime he thought he had you. a few weeks had passed, and you were throwing a party for your best friend, the entirety of figure eight taking over your home. “i’ll be right back, i’m going to go get your gift.” your bestie squealed excitedly as you went upstairs to your bedroom.

walking over to your closet, you had grabbed the glittery pink gift bag, your door clicking shut as you fixed the white tissue paper peeking at the top. “chanel! this is supposed to be a surprise..” you looked up, being met with rafe instead. “what do you think you’re doing in here?” you arched a brow at him, jutting your hip out as he fiddled with his fingers. “i just wanna talk.” he held his hands up defensively. narrowing your eyes at him, you placed chanel’s gift on your nightstand before taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “well.. talk.” you watched as he lowered himself to his knees.

you laughed. “rafe, what the hell?” you let him rest his hands on your thighs. “why won’t you give me a chance?” his eyebrows were drawn together, a pleading expression on his face. “a chance to get me out of my panties?” rafe sighed. “you want it that bad?” you weren’t surprised, rafe wasn’t the first man to get on his knees for you. “yes, i’m begging.” you studied him for a moment. “i’ll tell you what..” you leaned forward, “you could have a taste.” rafe’s fingers curled into your skin, nodding frantically as he spread your thighs apart. you watched him slide the lace material of your underwear down your legs, your dress pooling at your waist.

rafe cursed at the sight of your bare cunt. he’s been fantasizing about this for months. “fuck, you’re gorgeous.” he marveled, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes fluttering closed when you felt his tongue run up your glossy folds. “oh my god- you taste so good.” while everyone knew rafe to be an intimidating man with an even rougher exterior, you had him crying at the fact that he got to eat you out. so, so, so pathetic. rafe was already hard as a rock, his cock straining painfully against his jeans.

“holy fuck, i can’t believe this is happening.” he felt his chest bloom with pride when he made you moan, desperate to make you do it again. his tongue worked skillfully on your clit as he palmed himself to relieve some tension in his groin. you couldn’t deny the way rafe had you melting into his touch, your skin sore from where he had a bruising grip on your thigh. you reached down, nails running across his head as he ate you like a man starved. “rafe..” you whimpered, hips chasing his mouth as your voice echoed in his ears. he could die happy knowing you moaned his name.

rafe was still palming himself through his pants, a groan leaving his lips when he felt his cock twitch with need. “please let me fuck you.” he gazed up at your pretty face, meeting your eyes as if to persuade you to let him have his way. “just the tip, baby, please.” you shook your head, propping yourself up on your elbows. “you wanna fuck me so bad, it makes you look stupid.” soon after you said those words, you were shaking in his arms as he brought you to your orgasm, a cry leaving your lips. rafe’s eyes widened. you weren’t the only one who made a mess.

he brought you down from your high, cursing under his breath when he looked down and saw a wet patch on the front of his jeans. following his eyes, you placed a hand over your mouth aa you gasped at the sight. “oh my god, did you cum in your pants, ‘cameron?” you giggled using your heel clad foot to push him away. “you should probably go home and clean yourself up..” was the last thing you said before leaving him alone and taking chanel’s gift downstairs.

[zolass]

Lust and Envy PT. 2 Top Male Reader x Perv Male Best Friend OC

Part 2 finally here, thought I'll feed y'all with some smut after leaving y'all kinda dry with the progression of 'Detectives Attraction' I'm not sure if I'll maybe post another start of a fic or some smut with characters. smut kinda lame ngl bc I also looked up tips for smut bc I'm not satisfied with how I write it.

cw: Cheating, Sex without protection, yes Nathan broke up with Lexie after getting his brain fucked out the night before.

1.1k words

You didn’t know exactly how or why you continued– maybe the fact that you didn’t want Nathan to be all pouty and annoying again around you, or because he looked rather cute when he begged you for something. So that’s how you were once again sitting on the bed after fucking Lexie in front of your best friend. 

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for the woman to leave yet again, which made you sigh in relief, before you leaned back on the bed, your arms holding you up while you looked at the brown haired male. “Satisfied now? Or–” your words cut off as you still saw the painfully hard cock, weeping precum while he blushed heavily with tears in the corner of his eyes.

A small frown formed on your face, “Do you need help with that?” you simply asked, without questioning, which made Nathan focus on you. Slowly he nodded while biting his lip, in return you only tapped your lap. Your best friend quickly stood up from the chair and pulled his pants off completely after they only hung on his thighs, before he walked over to you.

When he sat down on your naked thigh, feeling your warm sweaty skin against his had him almost weak in the legs while his cock throbbed. You only watched his face, tears in his eyes and red cheeks and slightly bruising lips. He looked so pitiful in your eyes, while he sat on your lap you couldn’t help but place one hand on his waist while your other hand wrapped around his weeping cock, which enlightened a moan from the other. 

“I’ll jerk you off, okay?” Nathan only nodded, as his arms looped around your neck. Moans spilled from his lips as you started to move your hand, the precum making it easier as the wet sounds reverberated in your ears along with Nathan’s moans. It didn’t take long for Nathan to cum, his back arched pushing his chest against yours, while his body trembled.

White cum spurted from his tip, painting your torso and his shirt, as you continued to stimulate him through his orgasm until the last spurt of cum came out of his tip. You can’t lie the lewd face of your best friend sent blood rushing to your cock, which pressed right against his ass.

But instead of a disgusted look– Nathan tried to grind down on it, making your breath hitch, “Come on–” Nathan whined as he placed open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, “I turn you on– you turn me on, let’s just give in,” his lips brushed against yours as his eyes found yours, “Fuck me.” It wasn’t a softly spoken request– it almost sounded like a demand, which made you chuckle.

“Didn’t think you were one to cheat on your girl– especially not with your male best friend, Nate.” You said with a raised eyebrow, “I would’ve said she doesn’t need to know for the thrill– but the way she’s eyeing you, it would be for the better if she knew, no?” Nathan whispered, while his words made you raise the other eyebrow as well. “You sound like you have more feelings for me than her–” “I thought it was obvious– I might be a dick for using her to have a view of how you’re in bed, but now that I have the chance to be the one that gets fucked by you– I don’t see why I should continue the relationship,” Nathan shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing, 

You were– speechless for obvious reasons, but you threw your doubts out of the window when Nathan placed a kiss on your lips, “Let’s focus on us, okay?” He asked oh so sweetly, which made you swallow and nod, but just as your best friend was ready to get back into action pressing your cock against his rim, you stopped him, “Don’t you need–” “To prep myself? I already did that before you fucked her, because I knew I would get what I want,” Nathan chuckled. 

“Also I don’t think we’ll be needing this,” with those words he pulled the condom off of your aching cock, before letting the condom drop onto the ground, before he grabbed the lube bottle and popped the lid open, to squeeze some lube onto your cock. You only placed your other hand on Nathan’s waist, as you watched how he kneeled above your lap, with your cock in his hands as he was so focused on getting your tip in after rubbing the lube over your length, and as the warm tightness of his hole wrapped around your tip, you couldn’t help but groan and grab his hips tightly. 

The brunette suddenly dropped onto your lap– shoving your entire length roughly into his hole, making him let out a shameless loud moan with an arched back and eyes rolled back in pleasure while enlightening a groan from you as you tighten your grip on his skin. Nathan didn’t waste too much time and started to lift and drop his hips, until he found a comfortable pace for both of you making him ride your cock sometimes quicker and then slower while his hole clenched and unclenched around it.

Nathan loved the feeling of having your cock slide in and out of his hole, reaching deep inside prodding against his prostate, accompanied with the wet squelching sound. You started to thrust up into him, as his legs trembled. Oftentimes your lips crashed together into a heated make-out which was interrupted by the needy and breathy moans from your best friend, with your thrusts and hands on his waist guiding him to bounce on your cock it made Nathan never wanting this to stop– even as his second orgasm hit him. His sweaty forehead laid on your shoulder, as a moan erupted from his throat. Your blunt nails dug into his plush skin, as his hole tightened around your cock pushing you over the edge making you spurt cum into his hole painting the velvety walls white.

You felt Nathan clinged to you after the high ebbed away, making you both heave in breaths occasionally with a kiss sneaked in between. You couldn’t help but caress his sweaty back as he kissed you, his hands on your cheeks as the kiss deepened. Slowly both of you pulled away just enough for him to speak, “What are we now?” He was nervous as he asked you this– not wanting to ruin it after everything. 

But how could you label it suddenly, “Let’s figure it out together alright?” You only asked him, making him nod as he bit his lower lip. “How about another round?” Nathan suddenly asked, to which you didn’t say no, leading to a long night shared between, what once were, two best friends.

[nenoname]

Stan and Soos' sorta-Dad and Sonployee relationship

We of course have Soos assigning Stan as his father figure the moment he got hired

But Stan holds that moment dear too, with Soos becoming his main source of company after the Mystery Shack, his first big success, was starting to hit rock bottom. And he made sure to keep the screwdriver that led Soos to him for a decade which unfortunately gets stolen by a certain time traveler...

(Their meeting being a paradox of Soos' family leading him to them is super sweet too!)

Playing one game of catch with their dads still was a dream for both of them, even when it was clear that it'll never happen, even when Soos knows that the Pines are his family and he shouldn't care about that biological deadbeat, even when Filbrick threw Stan away like trash.

But both of them end up finding closure with each other anyway.

Along with Stan likely teaching him how to fix golf carts (to the point that Soos is pretty skilled at it now), he also taught him boxing and tried to do something about his birthday, which is another sore spot for the both of them.

In the Sooscast, we have Stan continuing with the podcast despite learning this horrifying truth/not understanding what the hell is going on.

Noticeably, we see that Stan is a lot more lenient on Soos in comparison to Dipper, mostly because Stan doesn't project most of his issues onto him. (Not that he's immune from chores or shitty tasks but that's the burden of being a sonployee...)

And in NWHS, Stan trusts him to guard the lab with no questions asked (even if that ended up being foiled by Soos loving Mabel and Dipper too)

The comic story is Soos helping Stan regain and continue one of his childhood dreams, with the website having Stan continuing to draw on the Stan o' War.

And while unfortunately most of their father-son relationship content is at the end or after the series, Alex still said a lot about them in the commentary and interviews!

Before they met, Soos was someone who appeared to only really have his Abuelita and cousin, while Stan had.... a baby goat. And a disappearing frilly lizard.

We have Stan claiming that the reason why he never had children was because of his own dad and that money is basically his child (which just loops around back to his money obsession being his desire to get back his family)

But even still, he passes down the Shack and fez to Soos with barely any pause, the fez in particular being tied up with a lot of complex emotions. But Soos getting his own suit fitted just for him and not being pressured to wear a girdle to hide his weight kinda symbolizes to me that the role of Mr Mystery is now free from that baggage.

And whenever we'd end up getting Stan o' War stories, I'm sure the two of them are gonna get way more father-son moments

(Filbrick's impact on Stan post, Stan projecting on Dipper post)

[s-4pphics]

heavily influenced by this reddit script. not proofread not anything i just need to be strangled. lowkey bully!reader x loser/closetedfreak!ellie. byee logging out again and FUCK ICE

“Hey, I—oh… Oh, fuck—“

“E—I—“

She watches you scramble on your sheets in attempts to cover yourself and catch your breath, legs clenched tight underneath your disheveled blankets.

“Hey, girl! Hi! Sorry, I was… I was, uh, just…”

Getting off. The mess is written all over your disheveled sheets. And appearance. You may have worn yourself out.

“Uh… yeah, sorry, I didn’t… hear—“

“No, no, I’m sorry—“

“No need to apologize… this is your room—“

“D—uh, what do you want?”

A charger. She ripped hers out of the wall by the already damaged cord and it snapped like a twig. A charger. She needs a charger.

Why can’t she say she needs your charger?

“I—“

A pretty simple answer.

“… Ellie?”

“Ch—yeah, I needed, uh…”

You wait patiently like she didn’t just ruin your alone time.

“You alright?” mumbled weakly, eyes glued to the light tint across your throat—hardly noticeable, but she can imagine. Must’ve been choking yourself hard enough to leave a stain.

“… Trick question?”

She laughs weakly, “not intentionally. I really am sorry.”

“All good…”

“… Yup.”

“…”

“If that’s all you—“

“So, what’s it feel like—“

“What.”

A simultaneous pin. Mutual confusion… and intrigue? Uncertainty gets her floundering all over again.

“I mean, like… not in—I’m not a pervert, I’m sorry—“ Why’d I ask that? Why did the universe allow her to open her mouth when her jeans ache to melt off her legs?

“Kinda perverted if you ask me,” muttered with fox eyes, seemingly proud—sharp. Ellie huffs and matches.

“Could say the same about you.”

“Soundin’ a little curious over there, Williams.”

Responses come up short. Say something. Is this an invitation or are you being your conniving self? Even in desperate times, you’re a fucking smartass.

Your eyes are too distracting, pinning her to stand right by your door. Why’d she come in here again?

… Charger! She broke her charger—

“It feels weird... I don’t know, saw it in porn and stole it. I guess I was curious… Not bad, though, didn’t feel… bad.”

“… That’s good.”

“Yeah. It was. Tried to get my grip right, but.”

“Oh… too tight for you?” She tries to laugh it off. No biggie. Not a big deal. Your hand just… couldn’t reach where it needed to. You’ve never been a great multitasker. The hand between your legs probably threw you for a loop, confused your senses.

“Needed it tighter, actually.”

“… Oh.”

“Yup.”

There’s something she came in here for.

“Glad I caught you before you strangled yourself.”

“Accidentally.” You correct her with a pointed finger.

“‘Course. My mistake.”

“Forgiven.”

Silence sets before you speak.

“You don’t think Imma weirdo, right?”

“Not at all. Choking… it’s practically vanilla now. Everyone does it… yeah.” She cringes through her declaration. She can practically hear your mischievous little brain cranking to life. Probably to poke fun, have a crack at her fumbling. Vanilla. Stupid.

“You do it?”

Fuck.

Her shoulders jump with faux uncaring, “if someone asked, I wouldn’t mind.”

“So if I ask, you won’t mind?”

You’ve always been light on your toes, quick-witted. Ellie loves talking to people that talk back and you’ve never hesitated. But now, she thinks you should’ve.

It’s only been a few months: you’re not close. Cordial. Respectful of your shared space. But now she can’t unthink the vision of you getting choked out until you—

“Was that… sorry.”

“No, no, just… you’re fine.”

“Are you thinking about it?”

“Might be.”

You hum, cracked and thrumming like you’re excited.

“Somethin’ you wanna ask me?” Said completely out of her control. She hardly caught the words slipping from her.

You scoff, stomping out any confidence she possessed beneath your fluffy socks.

“Come and choke me.”

—

“Before we do this, we need code.”

“… Fuckin’ geek—“

“Shut up. I don’t want it to hurt—“

“I do—“

“Dude, shut up, please,” she begs, “it doesn’t have to be anything crazy. Just… if it’s too much, snap your fingers.”

“That’s a new one.”

“It’s technique. I dunno if you’ll be able to talk. Just… can you snap?”

“Yes.”

“Then snap. Do you wanna lay down?”

You nod, suddenly timid before maneuvering onto your back, sprawled out, completely open to Ellie’s scrutiny despite being half-dressed.

“You done this before?”

“No… I’ve seen it.”

You snort, “how many times? You seem to know what you’re doing.”

“Do you trust me?”

You pause before nodding. Ellie takes the initiative—completely new for her— placing a delicate, non-combative hand on your throat. She’s practically petting the land of it. You snicker.

“Is that all?”

“I’m getting you ready. How’s this?”

“How’s what? I don’t feel anything.”

“I know you don’t. How’s the weight of my hand?”

“Fine, Ellie.”

Her index and thumb travel a bit. Mindlessly, getting a feel of your reactions, your skin beneath her. Your attitude seems to dissipate with every caress against your throat, shuddering a bit.

“Feels like nothing, right?”

You only nod this time, when her fingers dip to where your pulse rests. Her curiosity overtakes for a split second, pressing her thumb against the thrumming throb of your blood.

“You nervous?”

“…No.”

“You sure? Feels like it.”

“This your first time seeing someone horny? Virgin.” You’re a blabbermouth when you’re intimidated. Meant as a diss, in which Ellie returns plainly.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Look at you. Hussy, hussy.” You snort, and her fingers itch for pressure, your throat beating on her thumbprint. So she squeezes, a gentle coax that tames your tongue quiet. Finally.

“How’s this.” She doesn’t sound like herself: always a quiet, broken timbre, but now acquainted with darkness, much huskier.

“I…”

“Tell me.”

“Your hands are cold. Dry as shit, too.” Withered and twitchy. You’re cracking a bit. Ellie swallows a laugh.

“What else do you feel?”

“Your dry ass hand, dipshit. Like I just said.” You voice with spite, but she’s unphased.

“They feel good on you?”

And you swallow, saliva caught in the middle of her palm. She smirks.

“Yeah?” She whispers, and she sees the beginnings of a nod—a slight jerk in your chin. Still too prideful.

“Answer me… Can’t talk?” She pries when you refuse. “Don’t want to?”

You send her a harsh squint before your palm flattens beside your head, fingers jumpy. Contemplating.

Your pride shoves a hand in your panties.

You’ve won, it’s written all over your face—the satisfaction of cornering her, the wet sloshes from your pussy, teeth blocking your moans from escaping your lips.

It's cute. It's funny.

“Needed it tighter? That’s what you said, right?” A shocked squeal rattles your lungs when her hand goes firm, tightens around the sides—the groan you release is broken, vibrates against her skin.

Ellie can’t see but she can hear—quite well: how messy your fingers are going to be after this is all over, how tempted her inner voice is to lick your fingers clean while you tell her how good she is. Thanks for the help, dipshit, breath snatched from you, remnants of your pleasure dampening your underwear to smear against your thighs.

She’d clean the mess up there too if you’d let her.

Your eyes roll and a free hand clamps around her wrist and her grasp immediately lightens on your veins.

“You oka—“

“‘M boutta fuckin’ cum, idiot—choke me, fuck—gimme it harder.”

Fingers rest lax on your throat. “What do you say?” She scoffs.

“What.”

“No manners?”

“… I’m gonna—“

“Cum?” She hums, “I know—“

“—beat your fuckin’ ass—“

Your moan squeezes past the minuet space between your airway and her palm when her fingers return to their exact position, fingers already plunging back between—your fingers are probably getting milked dry.

“Nasty slut,” she murmurs—tediously, a bit wobbly. Experimenting. Ellie gets ahead of herself when she’s horny; could be her brain fucking with her like it always does, but she swears she heard you beg to call you that again, abliet jumbled and slobbery and cracked like glass bound to shatter.

“Use your manners.” She mumbles against your cheek, kisses them gently while she reminds you, “‘member what I said about snapping?” She feels you nod, hand flying from her arm to hip, pulling her into you, feeling your fingers work their wonders from beneath that piece of shit cloth. Shoulda ripped it to shreds when she walked in.

“P… ple—mmn—“

“Wanna cum? What do you say?” She grits, grinds into your thigh whenever the muscles in them tense and rise to her.

“Huh, slut? Ask me nicely, c’mon, tell me what you need.”

“Please pleas—please, please, oh, fuckfuck—“

Ellie’s weight on you stuns the stutters in your hips when you orgasm, rocked to the hilt, eyes trapped at the back of your skull. All she can do is laugh in her shock.

Her roommate just busted under her.

“There it is, there you go, that’s good, huh?” Yammering on and on about who knows what: all she knows is that your legs are clamped around her hips like you’re trying to lock her inside. Is it just the choking or do you like her voice that much? She can’t really tell from here.

You’re not the only one thoughtless and dumbed out because the first thing she says, just as your pupils return from their glossed-out state and her hand’s locking up from her grip, she mutters,

“Can I borrow your charger?”

You stare blankly before holding up an approving thumb.

[wooahaes]

skz - forgetting to kiss them

pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader

prompt: u forget to kiss them hello when u come home

genre: fluff!! just silly fluff

warnings: food mentions :3 + intentional lowercase & no proofreading.

daisy's notes: couldnt b me. id never stop greeting them w kisses. no one look at how long jisung's is i was particularly delulu when i wrote it

bang chan

chris noticed... almost immediately that was off about you. the embarrassing part was that it was partially due to the fact you didn't greet him with your usual "hi, i'm home" kiss.

it wasn't that chris looked forward to that kiss (he did, but that wasn't the point). he liked to think he was just... attuned to you. that he could feel the general vibe you had whenever you entered a room. he wasn't missing your "i'm home" kiss--he was merely noticing that you weren't feeling great. that something was weighing on your mind. so he called out as he heard you go back to the kitchen to get something to drink, asking about your day.

immediately, he heard you let out a long sigh. "work was awful and then i missed my bus so i had to take a cab."

chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."

you made your way over, sitting down next to him. "... did i do something?" you looked over toward the door, trying to retrace your steps. you hadn't slammed the door, and you hadn't been too late coming home...

"nah!" he looked over, "i mean, you kinda didn't give me a kiss when you came home. figured something was wrong."

you stared at him for a moment. did you really always give him a kiss when you came home? you liked to, because it was your own little way of saying "hi, i missed you," to him with just a quick peck. after a moment, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips before planting another on his lips proper.

"there," you giggled. "is that better?"

judging by the way chris giggled back, pulling you in for a third... maybe not. (but it wasn't as if you were going to complain.)

lee minho

usually, minho didn't mind whether you kissed him or not. he'd always enjoy your kisses, and found it endearing that you pressed a quick kiss against his lips whenever you came home, but he never asked nor would he ever force you to do it. sometimes he'd kiss you as a greeting, though, just because he liked to see your smile.

other times, when he was feeling a little more devious... he'd call out to you, just like he did tonight. "you forgot something!"

you came back into the room, shirt half-unbuttoned as you'd been in the middle of changing. you furrowed your brow, pouting a little as you tried to figure out what was wrong.

he just smiled at you. "you did."

a moment later, it hit you. you snorted, and made your way over, pulling him in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the usual one you usually gave him. your hands fell to his shoulders, and you drew back. "there. is that better?"

"i missed you," he giggled. "is that so wrong?"

you rolled your eyes, and gave him another peck on the tip of his nose. "love you, too, you dork," you said, pulling away from him to go change.

(and the sound of your laugh as you continued away despite the way he lunged to grab at you, just barely missing your ass... all minho could do was smile to himself.)

seo changbin

changbin was a reasonable guy. he waited a reasonable amount of time (ten minutes: you said you weren't going to shower or anything yet) before approaching you in the kitchen. "are you mad?"

you looked up from where you were working on dinner. he was so genuine about the question, and it threw you for a loop. had you done something to imply that you were...? all you did was get started on dinner because it was your night to cook. "what?"

"we always talk about these things," he said with a sigh. he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, eyes bearing into your own, "did i do something? you can tell me if i did. it's okay."

"binnie, honey, i have no idea what you're talking about."

"really?" he frowned, and gave you this look of disbelief. "you always give me a kiss when you come home, and today, you didn't. do i need to run to the store? did i forget something--"

oh! you almost laughed at how adorable he could be sometimes. "nope," you said, reaching forward to pull him in. "just got distracted when i got home." ever so casually, you kissed him, and planted an extra on the corner of his mouth. "good to know you'd miss my kisses, though."

changbin just pulled you in again with a giggle, content to steal a few more from you before he let you go... for now.

hwang hyunjin

hyunjin didn't notice at first. he'd been curled up on the couch with a book when you came home, carrying a few bags of groceries that you insisted on handling yourself since they were for tonight's dinner. it was your night to cook after all, and--after asking to make sure you didn't want help--he settled back into his spot.

and then it hit him eventually: you... didn't kiss him when you came home. why didn't you kiss him? you always went out of your way to do it, after all. he leaned up, looking over to where he could see you deeply concentrating on the recipe you were reading. then again, you had set down the groceries and lounged around for a little bit first--the two of you had even talked during that. maybe you were mad at him? he knew he'd been petty about things before and denied you kisses as a result. maybe he was the one who was supposed buy groceries...? but you didn't give him a list or text him anything...

"honey?" he called out.

immediately, it caught you attention. 'honey' wasn't really his usual term of endearment for some reason: you were always his love, his baby. "what's wrong?"

his face grew warmer--was it really that concerning? "nothing--" he started, but realized that you only grew more concerned. "you didn't kiss me when you came home."

"oh."

he decided to keep going, "did i do something--"

"if you want it," you cut him off, "then come get it."

he just stared at you. "... what?"

"i was thinking about dinner," you said, turning back to what you were cooking. "but if you want that kiss, you'll have to come get it."

hyunjin found himself smiling, pushing aside his blanket and the book to get up and make his way over to you. he kissed you, smiling into it as well, as his hands fell to rest on your waist.

all better.

han jisung

jisung was not afraid to admit that he was deeply in love with you. and sometimes... that meant he'd overthink the little things. his heart was so full of devotion to you that sometimes he'd get too deep in his own head, trying not to do anything to wrong you. of course, he knew you, and he knew that you'd always accommodate him by telling him things outright. if he hurt you, you pointed it out and asked for space so that the two of you talk things out properly when both of you were ready for it. but today you were sitting at the other end of the couch, a pillow hugged against your chest as the two of you watched TV. or, well, you watched TV. jisung was watching you.

"hey." his foot bumped against your leg. "did something happen today?"

you tore your gaze away from the screen, brows drawing together. "no?" yet you continued to watch him for a moment, eyes scanning his face for anything that would give him away. "are you okay?"

he nodded. even that confused 'no?' was enough to soothe his thoughts. you would be honest with him, after all: that was what the two of you did. he settled into the couch. "i'm fine," he said, hoping it sounded casual enough.

yet you tilted your head, as if trying to get a better look at him. "baby?" you set the pillow onto the floor, moving a little closer. "did i forget something?"

he grew flustered immediately. "it's okay--it's not a big deal--"

"ohh," you lit up, smiling as you already knew. he liked the twinkle in your eyes whenever you knew something. "i know what it was." you crawled over to him, teasing him a little, "my jisungie didn't get his kiss today--"

he found himself unable to fight back a smile. "it's not a big deal, honey--"

"nope!" you giggled, and practically launched yourself at him. he'd end up pinned against the couch, "gotta make up for it with extra kisses for worrying my jisungie."

god, he loved you. you peppered kisses all over his face despite his laughter, slightly pushing back against where your hands were at his wrists to try and re-ground himself better against the couch, yet you didn't let go. sure, maybe you were hamming it up and acting extra cute for him... but he knew what this was. it was a message, loud and clear, that you cared about him wholeheartedly. you knew he could get anxious sometimes, especially when it came to potentially accidentally upsetting you. 'i want to make you happy' was what you told him once. he hoped you could feel the way he smiled into the soft kiss you pressed against his lips. when you drew back, you just stayed there, hovering over him and admiring how the glow of happiness looked on him.

"i'm home," you said.

jisung just brushed a stray strand of hair away. yeah... you are his home.

lee felix

as much as felix wanted to whine at you playfully for forgetting to kiss him when you came home (a staple of your relationship, he'd joke)... he couldn't help but worry. he continued to work at dinner, mentally going over your interactions today. he knew you well enough to know that he hadn't done anything to upset you unless you were having an off day where everything annoyed you (no shame in it, he thought; he had those days, too). it wasn't until after he finished making dinner that he called out to you.

"did something happen today?"

you looked up, brows drawn together, but he could see the fatigue on your face from stressing about something. "no?"

he set aside what he was doing, making his way over to where you were sitting, laptop open in front of you. you changed tabs immediately away from whatever you were doing for work right as felix began to knead at your shoulders.

"this is cheating," you whined, head dipping back so you could see his face.

"and i'd do it again," he said, dipping down to plant a quick peck against your forehead. "you can talk if you need to. i don't mind listening."

with a sigh, you shut your eyes while felix continued to massage your shoulders. sure enough, there was someone you had to deal with at work that had annoyed you enough that you were still running through the conversations hours later. he just stood there, listening and nodding along as he continued to work his magic on your tense muscles.

when you finished, he leaned down to press another quick kiss against your lips. "feeling better?"

"a lot, actually," you sat straighter in your chair, reaching forward to close your laptop. "thank you, lixie."

kim seungmin

seungmin had sat on the couch for too damn long, pretending that everything was fine. yes, you didn't kiss him when you came home, but that didn't mean anything. clearly, it didn't mean anything. except maybe you were mad at him, and you were withholding a stupid kiss because of it instead of talking it out like adults. that was what the two of you agreed on: no going to bed mad. to say that you were mad and needed space. not... whatever this is.

"seungmin?" you had sat down at the other end of the couch. "what's eating you?"

his eyes were a little too sharp when he looked at you, frustration all too evident on his face when he was supposed to be hiding it. "that's what i should be asking you."

and then... genuine, unfiltered confusion. your brows drew together as you watched him, smile falling. oh.

fuck. you weren't mad at him.

"never mind," he says quickly, "it's stupid--"

you moved over so that you could reach out and take one of his hands in your own, "seungminnie, it's not stupid if it's bothering you!"

ah. using cuteness to get what you wanted. unfair. "you didn't kiss me when you came home like you always do, so i thought you were mad. so then i got made because we agreed to always talk things out."

immediately, you giggled. "aw, seungmin... you really like my kisses that much?"

when you leaned forward to kiss him, he immediately shrank away, trying to block your mouth from his own. "no! not now! it's not the same now!"

yet your laugh was enough to make him drop the act. your lips pressed against his, and he smiled into the kiss, happy to have your arms around him... even if you'd never let him live this down.

yang jeongin

jeongin considered himself one of the more mature people in his friend group. sure, he could be silly and goof off sometimes, but he'd heard his other friends with partners complain about the tiniest things that turned out to be nothing. so with you, he felt a little comfortable in assuming that your "i'm home" kiss just slipped your mind. you'd texted him your bus was running late, so he'd decided to make you a cup of tea for when you came in. and when you threw yourself onto the couch, saying nothing to him for a while...

well, jeongin had a pretty strong feeling that you needed someone to listen to you instead. he'd sat down next to you, passing you the mug as he leaned in to press a quick peck against your lips. his own little "welcome home" kiss that he'd try to greet you with sometimes, if given the chance.

"do you want to talk about it?"

he watched as you took a long sip of tea, letting out a sigh once you'd set the mug down. "work sucked."

jeongin nodded. "and your bus was late..."

another heavy sigh. you turned your face to look at him, reaching for his hand. he gave it to you without any teasing, and watched as you pressed a kiss against his knuckles.

"are you sure it's fine for me to unload all of this on you?"

"that's what i'm here for," he hummed, sliding in a little closer so that he could draw you closer. "you listen to me, right?"

the hint of a smile ghosted over your lips, and jeongin watched as you settled in, head resting on his shoulder. "right..."

he just pressed another kiss into your hair as you launched into telling him about your day. no need for you to worry about giving him any 'i'm home' kisses: jeongin would supply you with as many 'welcome home' kisses as you needed to make you smile again.

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𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝—𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: You and Changbin have a deal that everytime the both of you want to get off some steam, you know who to call. The rules were simple. No strings attached. Only fucking. And damn, that was perfect...

Warnings: Mention of academic validation. Smut🔞 Friends with benefits (to lovers at the end), unprotected, rough sex, Bin's cock too big, size kink(?), praising, dirty talk, pet names (doll, baby, princess), name calling (slut. But only once), oral (f. receiving), fingering, overtsim(?), squirting, creampie, cum play(?).

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: Academic validation is my best friend but also my worst enemy. With the stress I'm going through because of college, I felt like writing this. I'd like a rough fuck as a distraction ngl.

And this is probably the filthiest one shots I've written so far— LMFAO.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

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You stared at your test paper as if it had personally insulted you, which it kinda did, the big red circle with a "C-" looking right back at you cruelly.

You had put weeks, as in WEEKS of hard work for this test only for you to get a grade that felt like a slap in the face.

The dull ache behind your eyes only intensified as you crumpled the test paper in your fist, a confirmation that no matter how much effort you put in, it never seemed to be enough.

Dragging your bag over your shoulder, you walked briskly out of the lecture hall, dodging classmates who threw each other pitying or triumphant glances. They didn’t get it. They couldn’t.

You had been running yourself ragged with late-night study sessions, caffeine-fueled breakdowns, and an endless loop of second-guessing. All of it for this.

Once you were back at your apartment, you tossed your bag onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. The air felt heavy, suffocating almost.

You needed release, a distraction—something, anything, to snap you out of the vortex of self-doubt threatening to pull you under.

As if he could hear your thoughts, the need for a distraction, your phone buzzed with a notification.

Bin: Wanna fuck?

You playfully scoffed at the screen. His message straightforward as always. You both had been friends for a very long time and you made a deal one night after being dared to kiss during a party, that if in need of blowing off some steam, you knew who to call.

The kiss had your knees weak that you initiated this idea to Changbin—as a joke—but he agreed to it without a second thought. And since that day, whenever either of you needed a quick distraction or are super horny, you were there for eachother.

What an awesome agreement right?

Me: Sure. my place or yours?

Bin: Mine. Be here in 30?

Me: See you soon.

~

Thirty minutes later, You arrived at his place wearing a hoodie and leggings, the picture of casual. You rang the bell and the moment Changbin opened the door, the tension in the air was palpable.

His eyes scanned you briefly, his lips curving into that familiar smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

Changbin opened the door wider to let you in, he was wearing a tank top and grey sweatpants. Closing the door, he sunk back into his large plush sofa, exhaling sharply.

"Bad day?" You asked curiously.

"Yeah. Accidentally deleted a file that contained a comeback track. Chan's not pissed but I'm disappointed." He said, cracking his knuckles.

You frowned, stepping inside and kicking off your sneakers. “Damn, Bin, that sucks. Did you try recovering it?”

He shook his head, running a hand through his dark hair. “I did, but it’s gone for good."

You made your way over to him, plopping down beside him. "I'm sorry," you said softly, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"You're tense." He murmured looking at you, his voice low, soothing, recognizing the slight difference from your usual voice.

Your throat tightened as you wanted to shrug it off, to bury yourself in the comfort of this arrangement without delving into the emotions clawing at your chest. But Changbin wasn’t letting you hide tonight.

“Talk to me,” he urged, his fingers falling ever so slightly on your waist.

“It’s just…” Your voice cracked, and you looked away, shame flooding your chest. “I’m so tired, Bin. I worked so hard, and I still couldn't get a good grade. It never feels like enough. It’s like no matter what I do, I can’t catch a break.”

His expression softened, his brow furrowing as he cupped your face gently, forcing you to look at him. “Hey,” he said softly, “A red ink on paper doesn't define who you are. Don't be so hard on yourself.”

You blinked up at him, stunned by the sincerity in his voice. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were here for distraction, for release, not to be seen so deeply. But Changbin had a way of disarming you without even trying.

You nodded wordlessly, and something in his gaze shifted. The heat was still there, smouldering just beneath the surface, but it was wrapped in a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“We both had a bad day today I guess,” you said, attempting to brush away the tingling sensation.

“True that,” Bin scoffed, turning away from you for a second.

“Wanna get that frustration out?” you asked, your tone shifting to something more suggestive.

Changbin’s smirk returned, this time sharper, darker. “You offering, princess?”

You leaned closer, your fingers trailing higher up his thigh. “Always.”

In a flash, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap. You gasped, straddling him as his hands gripped your hips firmly, his touch possessive. His dark eyes bore into yours, his frustration melting into something far more primal.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Let me return the favour.”

Before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours, the kiss rough and hungry. His hands slid under your hoodie, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes raking over your exposed skin. “You’re gorgeous.”

You barely had time to feel flustered before he claimed your lips again, his hands roaming your body, leaving trails of fire as he unclasped your bra, revealing your breasts to the cool air.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Normally you'd fight back, but today you obeyed, feeling your own arousal taking over so fast.

You really needed this distraction.

You stood before him as he tugged your leggings and underwear down in one motion, leaving you completely bare.

Changbin leaned back, his eyes darkening as he took you in. Already fucking you in his head as his gaze never left your pretty pussy.

"What a sight," he said, his voice rough like distant thunder. “Now, come here.”

You climbed back into his lap, your bare skin against his clothed body sending shivers through you. Before he even let you breathe, his mouth closed around your tipping nipple and sucked it, your head fell back gripping on his shoulders.

He played with your breasts, sucking and kneading them with his big hands, making your needy core grind against his clothed bulge. He released the bud with a pop, and pulled you down, crushing his mouth on yours again, slower this time.

“Feel that?” he growled against your lips. “That’s what you do to me.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips against him, the friction making you ache for more. “Bin, please…”

He chuckled darkly, his hands moving to cup your ass, guiding your movements. “What do you need, princess? Tell me.”

“Fuck me.” You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Changbin swifted you instantly, pressing your back against the sofa as he removed his tank top and slid off his pants. Your eyes trailed every detail of his muscular body, strong biceps and soft torso, the hint of dark hair going further down towards his…

Holy shit.

His huge cock jutted up, hard, leaking pre cum. And THICK. So thick, that it was impossible to take him without prep.

Changbin smirked at the look on your face as your gaze stayed glued to his shaft. His confidence was palpable, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he leaned down over you, caging you beneath his frame, making you swallow hard with anticipation.

His hands slid between your thighs, spreading you open, and a soft gasp escaped your lips when his fingers pressed against your slick heat. He chuckled darkly.

“Already so wet for me.”

“Changbin,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He positioned above you, aligning himself at your entrance. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your folds, and your body tensed. You bucked your hips upwards but Changbin wasn't gonna let you have him that fast.

He knew your body, how it strained to take his girth. And damn he's going to have dessert first. A sweet treat for the bad day right?

Instead of pushing himself inside your aching, needy pussy, he trailed downwards, making a path of hot, wet, open mouth kisses down your body, sucking on your breasts and leaving purplish red marks behind.

Your fingers went through his hair guiding him to give you more. When he reached your core, glistening and clenching around nothing, his warm breath fanned over your velvet folds, making you shiver.

"Relax for me, doll." Bin murmured, his voice low and soothing.

He placed a kitten kiss on your clit—gosh, always so respectful—his tongue swiped through your folds, slow and deliberate, as he pushed two fingers.

Your walls clenched him instantly, the sensation was overwhelming, making you arch your back. The heat of his mouth and the stretch of his fingers combining to ignite every nerve in your body.

“Fuck, Bin,” you gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily as his tongue circled your clit with precision.

He hummed against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. “That’s it,” he said, pulling back briefly to look up at you. His dark eyes were molten, his lips glistening with your slick juices.

“Let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back.”

Your head fell back as his mouth latched onto you again, his fingers curling inside to hit that spot that made you cry out. His free hand slid up your body, gripping your waist firmly, keeping you anchored as you writhed beneath him. He was basically making out with your sloppy cunt.

So sweet and dripping so much just for him, Changbin's forehead beaded with sweat as he focused on your needy pearl, sucking and swirling and finger fucking you till you were whimpering.

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging them as the pressure built inside you. “Changbin, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he cut you off, his voice commanding. His tongue ruthlessly circled and sucked on your clit that made you squirm and tear erratic moans out of your throat.

The coil in your stomach tightened further as his fingers sped up, his mouth relentless against your pulsing bud. The pleasure crested like a tidal wave, and when it crashed over you, it left you trembling and gasping his name.

Bin didn’t stop right away. His movements slowed to guide you through the aftershocks until your body went limp beneath him. He let you calm down after the high of your first orgasm, your pussy so wet, tight and perfect, he couldn't wait till it wrapped around him.

When his fingers left you, you whimpered at the loss, but the sight of him stroking his cock with your slick arousal, made your breath catch.

Bin smirked mischievously, his chin and lips glistening with your essence, your eyes glassy with need, both your minds fogged and consumed with lust.

“Think you’re ready for me now?” he asked, his voice rough with desire as he leaned over you, his face inches from yours. He slapped the angry tip of his cock against your nub, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You squirmed and nodded beneath him, biting your lip as the anticipation built.

"Will you let me stretch this tight pussy, doll?" he murmured, his tone dark and teasing, his lips brushing against your ear.

Your cheeks burned, but the desperation in your voice betrayed your need. "Please, Bin… I need you.”

“Yeah?” he taunted, his cock sliding through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. “You want me to fill you up? This little cunt can take all of me right?”

You whimpered, your hips bucking up to meet him. “I can. Please.”

He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “Such a greedy little thing,” he growled, positioning himself at your entrance. “Want me to wreck you till you can’t think straight, right doll?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice trembling. “I need it, Bin. I need you.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, a wicked smile curling on his lips.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he began to push in. The stretch was intense, his thick velvet shaft sinking into you inch by inch, forcing your walls to adjust to his size.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his head falling forward as he buried himself deeper. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Squeezing me like you were made for me.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you moaned. “You’re so big,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with both pleasure and the overwhelming sensation of fullness.

“Damn right I am,” he rasped, pausing to let you adjust before pulling out slightly and pressing back in, each movement slow and deliberate. “And I’m gonna make you feel every inch of me.”

His hips began to pick up a rhythm, the pace rough but controlled, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. “Look at you,” he groaned, his eyes locking on yours. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your back arching off the sofa.

He began to move a bit, you moaned softly, rolling your hips to test the way he felt inside you. The movement made him curse under his breath, his control slipping as his grip on you tightened.

“Patience, baby,” he growled, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with deliberate force. The sudden fullness made you cry out, your nails digging into his biceps.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he said, his thrusts picking up pace. The way his length appeared and disappeared back inside you, the way you writhed beneath him, it made Bin feel like he was in heaven. Literally in heaven.

When the stretchy discomfort was replaced with intense pleasure, he began pounding into you in a bruising force that did feel like he was going to wreck you apart into two.

Your mouth fell open, breasts bouncing with each hard thrust, Bin struggling to keep his balance on the sofa as he hammered into you, making you climb higher and higher in the throes of pleasure.

“You deserve an A-plus for taking my cock so well, doll,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he leaned over you. His lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver beneath him.

You moaned LOUDLY, your walls fluttering around him as you tried to adjust to the punishing rhythm he set. “Bin… you’re too much,” you choked out, your nails scraping down his back in desperation.

He chuckled darkly, slowing his thrusts just enough to pull almost all the way out, teasing you with the head of his cock before plunging back in with a force that made your breath hitch. “You can take it,” he said, his tone low and possessive.

“You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.” He rasped harshly.

He leaned back slightly and pressed your legs against your chest, sinking deeper into you.

Your moan broke into a cry as he thrust deeper, his words a mix of praise and sinful promises. “Look at you,” he growled, his gaze locking on yours. “Letting me stretch this perfect little pussy like it’s mine.”

You couldn't form any words. The way he kept hitting all the spots, the way he kept calling you his, made you see stars.

The knot in your stomach was close to snapping and you needed release, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, groans and whimpers echoing off the walls of his living room.

“Bin, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he urged, his pace unrelenting.

His words were your undoing, and the orgasm tore through you like a storm. You writhed, body shaking uncontrollably, the thread snapping and you were unable to register the depth of your ecstasy as he pulled out, making you squirt, long and hard, shooting clear streams around him.

You made a huge mess between you two, back arching and squealing moans that drove Changbin out of his goddamn mind.

“Holy fuck," Changbin groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt the wetness that spasmed out of you coat his thighs and the sofa beneath you. His eyes darkened as he looked down at the mess you made.

“Didn’t know you could be this filthy,” his thumb brushing over your sensitive, swollen clit, making you jolt.

“Squirting all over me like a good little slut.”

The mixture of praise and degradation sent you reeling, your head falling back against the cushions as he rubbed your clit and pushed back in, picking up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of you with wet, obscene sounds.

His own release wasn't so far as he followed after you, the way your walls continued to clench around him, sent him spiralling. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his seed spilling into you in hot, thick spurts.

His dick throbbed uncontrollably and slowly pulled out, his cum pouring out of your hole and you squirted again. You were FILLED.

His chest heaved as he admired the sight before him, his substances sliding out of your cunt like golden nectar slipping from a comb.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. “Look at you, baby. Completely ruined.”

Your legs trembled as you tried to catch your breath, your body still buzzing (literally) from the aftershocks. His hands found your thighs, spreading you wider, exposing just how thoroughly he had claimed you.

He smirked, holding the base of his length, swiping the tip through the thick white mess painting your swollen pussy, pressing it back inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your body arching into his touch.

“Don’t think you’re done yet, princess,” he murmured, his tone low and teasing. “I’m not letting any of this go to waste. Gotta make sure you keep every drop of me inside.”

“Too much,” you whimpered, but your body betrayed, hips rolling against him as he worked himself into you, pushing deeper. Sticky strings attaching from you to him as he fucked his cum back inside you.

“Too much?” he echoed with a dark chuckle. “You will take it, won't you?”

“Yeah, yeah…” You nodded gasping then your head lolled back, another moan escaping your lips when he leaned down, his mouth brushing against the swell of your breast, hand circling your puffy, cum filled pussy and your body trembling with overstimulation.

His voice softened, a hint of tenderness breaking through his rough words.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, baby. Beautifully wrecked, and,” he nipped your sensitive skin, “Professor Bin grades you an A-plus.”

A breathless laugh escaped your lips at his teasing, he knew how much you love getting the perfect grade, though it quickly turned into a soft gasp as Changbin pressed another kiss on your skin.

His warm breath fanned over you, sending shivers up your spine despite the heat radiating between your sweaty bodies.

The weight of his gaze made your chest tighten, the intimacy in his eyes almost overwhelming. For a moment, the rough edges of your deal blurred, replaced by something raw and more vulnerable.

He reached closer, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping the streaks of tears that had rolled down your face.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice low and earnest. The contrast to his earlier teasing tone clenched your heart.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you placed your hand over his. "I'm okay. Just...a little overwhelmed. And stretched maybe," you admitted chuckling.

“I didn’t mean to push too hard, I'm sorry,” he murmured, brushing away a strand of hair from your face and leaning down brushing his lips against your temple. “I just got caught up in you. You’re…everything.”

His words sent a new kind of warmth through you, one that made you feel loved rather than overwhelmed. You smiled up at him, your hand slipping from his to cup his cheek. “I wanted it, Bin. All of it. I promise.”

Changbin leaned forward, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss that seemed to melt the tension from your body. "I’ve always got you, baby," he murmured against your mouth.

The words hung in the air, their meaning lingering even as he pulled back, going into the bathroom to be back with a warm cloth.

He gently wiped you, opposite from the man who wrecked you into oblivion a few moments before, his hands moving to guide your legs around his waist. He shifted, settling beside you on the sofa, pulling you into his arms as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

The two of you lay there in silence for a while, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek grounding you. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, soothing in a way that felt achingly intimate.

"Bin," you whispered after a long pause, tilting your head to look up at him.

"Yeah?" His voice was soft, his eyes searching yours.

"What...what are we doing?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly as you voiced the question that had been gnawing at the back of your mind.

For a moment, he didn't answer, his gaze dropping to where his fingers rested against your skin. Then he let out a quiet sigh, his hand coming up to cup your face. "I don't know," he admitted, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“But I think we both know that this is more than just…casual.”

Your breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice making your chest ache. "I think so too." you said slowly.

Changbin's lips curved into a small smile. "Then let’s figure it out," he said, his forehead resting against yours. "No more rules. It's just you and me now. Okay?”

Slight tears pricked your eyes, but this time they were tears of relief, of something that felt dangerously close to happiness.

"Okay," you murmured, a bright smile blooming on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, savouring his warmth, who hugged you back cherishing you in his embrace.

Rules are meant to be broken. And some lines are meant to be crossed.

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That Night, That Lie, That Fucking Kiss.

part 1

(Part 2 is up)

Story:A year of almosts. One lie. One kiss. One night where heartbreak spills over and nothing is left unsaid.

18+ angst,smut,kinda fluff ?!🫣

“Remind me again why you two are still fighting?”

Julia didn’t even glance up from her magazine. Just flipped a page like your slow emotional disintegration wasn’t unraveling right next to her.

You sank into the couch.

“Because he’s a fucking asshole.”

The second the words left your mouth, regret hit you in the face.

“Ah, shit. Sorry, love.” You rubbed your temples. “Forgot for a second he’s your brother.”

Julia shrugged without missing a beat.

“Don’t apologize, babe. I love him, but I also know he’s emotionally constipated and has the communication skills of a broken toaster. He growled at my boyfriend last week.”

You tried to laugh. It got stuck somewhere between your teeth and your guilt.

You hated this.

You hated the radio silence. You hated the tension.

You hated Erik for kissing someone else like he didn’t spend the last year calling you Peach like it meant something.

But most of all? You hated that you still missed him.

“So?” Julia raised an eyebrow. “What did my disaster of a brother do now? Give me a reason to slap the shit out of him.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I waited for him at the pub. For two hours. No text. No call. Nothing. I thought maybe he’d gotten mugged or died or choked on a goddamn vape cloud.”

Julia winced.

“And?”

You clenched your jaw, forcing the words out like they were shards of glass.

“I went to the studio. To check on him. And there he was making out with Jessica.”

Silence.

Julia blinked once. Twice.

Then:

“NO. FUCKING. WAY.”

She sat up so fast her magazine flew to the floor. “THAT MOTHERFUCKER”

She looked around like she was ready to summon Satan .

You shook your head.

“I’m not even mad that he forgot about me.”

(Lie. Massive lie.)

“I just… after everything that happened with Jessica last year? The crying, the spiraling, the ‘I don’t even know who I am without her’ bullshit?”

A memory hit you like a punch to the ribs,Erik drunk, sobbing into your lap while you held him like maybe if you were soft enough, you could put him back together. The way his lips crashed into yours that night. The way he never mentioned it again.

“You’re still in love with him,” Julia said softly, like she wasn’t kicking the already shattered glass of your heart around.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

She exhaled.

“Have you even talked to him since?”

“It was a screaming match,” you muttered. “And then nothing. I’ve been avoiding him.”

“I miss him, Jules.”

You said it like a confession. Like a sin.

She wrapped her arms around you, tight.

“You wanna go shopping? Sephora's got sales and I'm emotionally prepared to blow my paycheck on lip gloss.”

You gave her a weak smile.

“Thanks. But I think I’m just gonna go home and cry into my blanket .’’

You kissed her cheek and headed for the door.

Your phone buzzed as you stepped outside.

Erik:

“Peach. Please. Talk to me.”

You stared at the screen like it might burn a hole through your palm. Typed. Deleted. Typed again.

Nothing.

Buzz.

Erik:

“Please, Peach. Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”

Your heart felt like a fist.

You finally texted back:

“Busy.”

Then you threw on your headphones and drowned yourself in MCR like it was 2008 and everything still hurt but at least the eyeliner was good.

The Ghost of You played on repeat, and you welcomed the spiral like an old friend.

Why do I ruin everything?

Why wasn’t I enough?

He kissed you once. That meant nothing.

You thought it meant something because you’re desperate.

You’re a placeholder. A maybe. A convenience.

You’re never the choice.

Your chest felt like it was full of shattered glass.

You didn’t cry. Couldn’t. You just lay there on your couch,body stiff, mascara dried, your brain looping the same memory over and over like a cruel home movie:

His hands. Her mouth. That laugh. That kiss.

And then the knock.

Not gentle.

Not curious.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

You didn’t move.

But your body knew.

Only one person knocked like that.

Like he was ready to fight for his life,or rip yours apart.

“Peach. Open the door.”

You didn’t answer.

He opened it anyway.

He stormed in like a fucking hurricane.

Rain still dripping from his hair, jaw locked, chest heaving like he’d just run through hell.

Erik.

Wrecked. Wild-eyed. So goddamn beautiful you hated him for it.

“You’re not doing this.” His voice was sharp, breathless.

“Not again.”

You stayed under the blanket. Silent. Fragile.

He ripped it off like it insulted him.

“I’m not letting you disappear into your own fucking head again.”

You sat up slowly. Black mascara smeared under your eyes. Your fists clenched so hard your nails dug into your skin.

“What the fuck do you want, Erik?”

Your voice was cracked. Tired. Dangerous.

He moved toward you. And for a second, you thought he might back off.

He didn’t.

“I want you to scream at me. Hit me. Fucking do something. Just don’t sit there like I never mattered to you.”

You stood up, legs trembling but rage giving them fuel.

“I think we screamed enough, don’t you?” You turned away.

Headed for the kitchen like that would stop him.

“I’m done.”

Your voice cracked on that last word.

He didn’t move. Just watched you with bloodshot eyes, leaning against the counter like he was seconds from collapsing.

“I said I was sorry. I’ve said it, like, thousand fucking times. I can’t read your mind, Peach”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT!”

You spun, shoving your palm against his chest.

Too close. Too hot. Too fucking much.

He grabbed your wrist.

His grip was firm, shaking.

“And why the fuck shouldn’t I? Why are you acting like a brat.”

He dragged your gaze back to his, voice low and mean and wrecked.

“You want me to stop calling you that? Fine. But don’t pretend you don’t still want me to say it like you’re mine.”

You couldn’t breathe.

Your body gave up before your mouth did,knees slamming into the kitchen floor like your grief finally dragged you down. You folded in on yourself.

And Erik followed.

Dropped beside you. Wrapped his arms around your shaking frame and pulled you into his lap like he needed you there to breathe.

Two broken people, tangled on a cold kitchen floor, ruining each other softly.

“Why would I stop calling you Peach,” he whispered against your hair, “when you’re the only good fucking thing in my life? The only thing I can’t stop thinking about. The only one who makes me feel like I’m not completely fucking lost.”

You looked up at him. Eyes raw.

“I love you.”

It fell from your lips like a wound.

“And it’s tearing me apart.”

You buried your face into his chest as your voice broke open.

“When I saw you with her, I shattered. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. How am I supposed to just be your friend when all I want is to hold you until everything stops hurting?”

You tried to pull away.

“You’ll be better off without me. You and Jessica.”

“Don’t say her fucking name,” he growled, pulling you tighter, refusing to let you go.

“That’s it? You say your pretty little heartbreak speech and run again?”

You froze.

His voice wasn’t soft anymore. It was breaking.

“I can’t do this, Erik,if you wanna stop being friends, then fine. I’ll figure it out. Just don’t keep showing up like you love me and leaving like you don’t.”

He grabbed your hand and slammed it against his chest.

His heartbeat was brutal beneath your palm.

“You feel that?” he rasped.

“You fucking own this. Every beat. Every goddamn day, I wake up thinking, Is she okay? Should I call her? And then I don’t, because I think you hate me. Because I think I ruin everything I touch.”

“Erik, I didn’t mean-”

“And then you say you love me?”

He laughed bitterly.

“You say that like it’s supposed to fix me.”

That one hit you like a slap.

You shifted in his lap, trying to crawl away,hide, run, vanish.

His arms locked around you.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done.”

His voice was rough, wrecked, devastating.

“You think I didn’t try to stay away? You think I didn’t try to protect you from me? Because I did. Every day. I kept thinking,how could I hold something this good? How could I be trusted with her when I can’t even trust myself?”

“Erik, stop-”

Your voice broke, hands on his face, desperate to shut him up before he shattered for real.

“But I couldn’t stop.”

His forehead pressed to yours.

“I couldn’t stop needing you. Wanting you. Hating myself for both.”

And then he kissed you.

Hard. Starved. Reckless.

You moaned into his mouth, clawed at his shoulders, kissed him like it was the last thing you’d ever get from him. He pulled you tighter, mouth hot and furious against yours, hands gripping your thighs like if he let go, he’d die.

You dragged your nails down his neck. He groaned against your lips.

This was war. This was grief. This was everything you’d swallowed, everything you didn’t say when you should’ve screamed.

His hand slipped under your shirt, rough palm on your waist, and it made you gasp.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he whispered into your mouth.

“But I can’t let you go. Not again.”

Your tears burned as you kissed him back, frantic, furious.

You shook your head.

“I don’t know how to do this.Us.”

“Neither do I.”

And then he kissed you again.

It was still happening in every breath, every drag of teeth, every desperate, bruising kiss that said I hate that I love you louder than words ever could.

Erik groaned into your mouth like the taste of you physically wrecked him. His hands were everywhere,sliding under your shirt, gripping your waist hard like he was daring you to vanish again.He was dragging you down harder into his lap.

You gasped, fingers fisting the collar of his soaked shirt, yanking it like it offended you just by existing.

He pulled away for a split second, panting,forehead pressed to yours, eyes dark and hungry and devastated.

“You ruin me,” he breathed.

Then he kissed you again before you could say anything back.

This time it was harder. Hotter. His mouth crashed into yours, tongue sliding past your lips with no hesitation, like he owned you,like he always had. Your thighs tightened around his hips as his hands roamed, palms rough, movements frantic like he was trying to memorize you all over again.

You whimpered into his mouth, and he growled,a low, guttural sound deep in his chest, possessive and way too full of want.

“Say it again,” he murmured, voice rough against your mouth.

You blinked, lips kiss,swollen and trembling.

“Say what?”

“That you love me.”

He said it like a dare.

Like a threat.

His mouth was on your neck before you could respond, biting, sucking, marking. You gasped, hips arching into him on instinct.

“Say it, Peach.” His voice dragged across your skin, hands under your shirt now, one dragging up your spine, the other gripping your thigh so hard it bordered on pain.

“Say it while I still remember how to stop.”

“I love you,” you whispered, wrecked and breathless, like you were admitting a crime.

“Erik, I love you.”

His mouth was back on yours before you finished the sentence, swallowing it like he needed it to live. Your hands tangled in his wet hair, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper.

Tongue against tongue.Heavy breathing. Moans caught between kisses .

The taste of him was still familiar,mint, cigarettes, and rain. But this wasn’t slow. This wasn’t tender.

It was needy. Desperate. Too late and not enough at the same time.

You rocked against him, friction building, your bodies locked in this furious rhythm of take and give and please just don't stop.

He pulled back just enough to look at you.

Eyes wild. Lips wet and red. His jaw clenched.

“I swear to god, you ever try to walk away again”

His voice broke.

You grabbed his face, kissed him again,hard. Messy. Tongue slipping into his mouth with a moan you couldn’t hold back.

“Then don’t let me.”

You were begging now. You didn’t care.

“Hold me here. Keep me. Please.”

His grip tightened.

“I’ll fucking ruin you.”

“You already did.”

And he kissed you again.

Like this was war, and you were both willing casualties.

Your clothes were a blur.

Fingers hooked under your shirt, Erik yanked it over your head. His mouth didn’t stop,pressing hot, open kisses along your jaw, your throat, your shoulder. Every touch was like a firestarter, like he was trying to burn you in with his lips.

You gasped, body arching into him, legs tightening around his hips.

“Fuck,Erik-”

He growled low in your throat, pulling you tighter against him until there was no space left. His shirt was next, soaked and clinging, and you tore it off ,you couldn’t stand the barrier.

Muscle. Ink. That little scar near his ribs you used to trace when he let you stay the night.

You pressed your mouth to it. Bit it.

He hissed through his teeth, grip bruising your hips.

“You’re gonna drive me insane.”

“You already did,” you whispered.

And then his mouth was on your chest, teeth scraping, tongue swirling over your nipple, hands dragging up your thighs and under the waistband of your shorts ,he had every right to be there.

You moaned, breathy, needy,and he swallowed the sound with another kiss, deeper this time, sloppier, your spit mixing, his hand slipping between your legs like it belonged there.

“So fucking wet,” he growled against your mouth.

“You’ve been like this for me the whole time?”

You nodded, biting your lip, forehead pressed to his.

“Don’t tease me, Erik. Not tonight.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

And he wasn’t.

He shoved your shorts down, fingers curling into your panties and dragging them aside, the pads of his fingers brushing through your slick, teasing your entrance,slow, deliberate.

“You still want me to stop?” he asked, voice so low it vibrated in your ribs.

You looked him dead in the eye.

“Touch me or I’ll fucking scream.”

He kissed you again,fast, messy,then slid two fingers inside you, curling just right, dragging a cry straight out of your throat.

Your nails dug into his shoulder. His mouth was back on yours before you could say his name again, moaning into the kiss as your hips rolled into his hand.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Just like that, Peach. Take what you own.”

You were panting now, body grinding against him, aching and so close already it was humiliating.

He pulled back, eyes wild.

“I wanna fuck you so bad it physically hurts.”

“Then do it,” you breathed. “Wreck me, Erik. I don’t care. Just,don’t leave again.”

His eyes went dark.

He lifted you,effortless,and laid you flat on the kitchen floor, pulling his jeans down with one hand, never breaking eye contact. His cock was hard, flushed, leaking at the tip,and your body clenched at just the sight.

He lined himself up and paused.

“Last chance.”

“Do it.”

And then he was inside you.

One brutal, delicious thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out,back arching, nails scraping his skin. He groaned like he’d been punched.

“Fuck,so tight,God, you feel like heaven Sweets .”

He started to move.

Slow at first, dragging every inch of himself out before snapping back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the kitchen tiles.

Then faster.

Rougher.

His hips smacked into yours as you held on like he might disappear again if you didn’t anchor him to you.

His hand found your throat,gentle, but possessive. His forehead rested against yours.

“Yours” he whispered.

“Mine’’

He kissed you then. Deep. Starving. Full of every word he couldn’t say.

You clenched around him, crying out again, hips stuttering.

“You gonna come for me, Peach?”

You nodded, tears mixing with sweat and spit and breath.

“Do it,” he growled. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you lose it.”

And you did.

With a broken cry, your body shook, walls pulsing around him, dragging him over the edge seconds later. He cursed, thrusting hard once, twice, then spilling inside you with a sound that wasn’t just a moan,it was a fucking confession.

He collapsed over you, chest to chest, heart to heart. Breathing like he’d just survived something catastrophic.

Because maybe he had.

Because maybe this was the beginning or the end or both.

And still,neither of you moved.

Because for once, it didn’t feel like someone was leaving.

[madsxyins]

I only threw this Party for you

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: kinda angst idk

synopsis: Paige only threw this party for you but you didn’t come.

anon req

Inspired by the song Party4u

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You didn’t come.

The thought lands like a gut punch as she weaves through a mess of balloons and bodies, her smile still pasted on like it means something.

She had picked this date for you. Not her birthday. Not a win. Not even a holiday.

Just a random Friday where she thought: maybe if there’s music and lights and just enough Red Bull to pass for alcohol, you’ll show up.

Because you like parties. You like people. And you liked her once—maybe. Or maybe she just hoped too hard.

“Paige! Flip cup rematch!” someone calls, grabbing her wrist. She shrugs them off with a laugh, but her eyes flick back to the door again, searching.

She hasn’t texted. Doesn’t want to. She already said “you should come” three different ways in the hallway this week. That was enough. Too much, maybe.

She turns toward the speaker blasting something bass-heavy and forces herself to move. To pretend. But she’s not dancing. Not really.

She’s waiting.

You saw the invite.

Twice, actually—once when someone retweeted it and again when Paige slid it across your locker, barely meeting your eyes as she mumbled something about “no pressure.”

So you didn’t go.

Because it felt like pressure.

Because you still don’t know what that moment under the bleachers meant—the one where her knee brushed yours and she didn’t pull away. The one where you stayed long after the gym emptied just to listen to her talk about dreams that were too big for this city.

You liked her. Maybe still do. But it scared you. The way she looked at you like she saw everything and didn’t flinch.

And if you go tonight, you know exactly what will happen. You’ll get close. She’ll say something quiet. She’ll mean it. And then what?

You don’t want to be a footnote in her future. And you don’t want to be the reason she stays when the whole world’s about to open up for her.

So you don’t go.

You sit in your room with a book you aren’t reading and a phone you keep unlocking, hoping the notifications will stop being from apps and start being from her.

They don’t.

The party is loud, but Paige is quiet.

She has that look on her face again—the one she gets when the score’s tied and the clock is ticking down. Except this time, there’s no basket to make. No crowd to impress. Just a girl who didn’t show up and a heart that won’t settle.

One of her friends leans against the kitchen counter, sipping Sprite and watching Paige fall apart in slow motion.

“She’s not coming,” her friend says gently, no malice behind it.

Paige nods once, jaw tight. “I know.”

She doesn’t ask how her friend knows who she is. That’s the thing about best friends. They always know.

“You gonna text her?” her friend asks.

“No point.”

There’s silence between them, filled only by muffled laughter from the living room and the low thud of music on its fourth loop. Paige stares at her cup, then pours it out in the sink.

“I think I like her too much,” she mutters.

Her friend doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t tease. Just puts a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah. I figured.”

It’s 12:47 a.m. when you cave.

You put on a hoodie. Leave your house. Walk three blocks to where you know Paige lives because you memorized it from that one night she offered you a ride and you said no, like an idiot.

There are still cars on the street. Still faint music drifting through open windows.

You almost don’t knock.

But your hand moves before your brain can catch up.

It takes a minute. Then the door opens.

She’s in sweats and an old UConn tee. Her hair’s down and her eyes are tired.

She stares.

“You came late,” she says.

You shrug. “I was scared.”

Paige’s expression softens, even though she’s trying not to show it. “Of me?”

“No,” you say. “Of how much I want this.”

It hangs between you, vulnerable and sharp.

She steps aside. You walk in.

Neither of you says anything for a second. Then Paige turns to you, voice barely above a whisper.

“I only that party for you.”

You blink. “I know.”

“And you didn’t come.”

“I’m here now.”

She looks at you—really looks—and for the first time all night, the storm behind her eyes quiets.

“Stay?” she asks.

You nod.

And you do.

The party’s over.

But you’re here.

And maybe that’s what she really wanted all along.

Not the streamers or the playlist or the people trying too hard to be remembered. Just this. Just you.

She lets you sit on her bed while she brushes confetti out of her hair, then joins you without a word, your knees bumping like they did under the bleachers all those weeks ago.

“It’s stupid,” she says. “How much I like you.”

You shake your head. “It’s not.”

Paige watches your fingers where they fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. Then, slowly, carefully, she takes your hand.

“Next time,” she says, “just come.”

You squeeze her fingers.

“I will.”

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author’s note: i got carried away… i was debating on whether i should write angst for this or not (maybe next time i will😝) this idea is so cute thank u anon for requesting it!!! thanks for reading!!

[sturniololuvz]

Hey! Could you write something where the triplets younger sister is a figure skater, and they’re hockey players, so they’re at the same rink and have practice at the same time. And then one day the triplets overhear their teammates talking about wanting their sister and stuff and they get all protective. And one of the triplets gets into a fight with a guy during a game, cause he said an inappropriate comment. Sorry, idk if that made sense, and if you don’t want to it’s totally fine just thought it could be a cute idea!

“Wrong Rink, Wrong Girl”

The rink was cold — the kind that numbed your fingers through your gloves and turned your breath to fog — but you loved it.

Figure skating had always been your escape. Your world. And even though your brothers ruled the opposite side of the ice in skates and pads and sharp elbows, you never minded sharing the space with them.

Until now.

You were lacing up your skates on the far side of the benches, earbuds in, when Chris heard it.

It was just after warmups. He, Nick, and Matt were finishing up drills when they skated past a group of guys laughing by the wall.

“Bro, you seen the figure skater chick lately? That little blonde? She’s got legs for days—”

Chris’s shoulders tensed.

“Y/N?” someone else asked, smirking. “She’s kinda hot for a baby Sturniolo.”

Chris stopped skating. Slowly. Stared.

But the guys kept going. “You think she knows how hot she is? I bet she’s tight, too. I’d give anything for ten minutes alone with her—”

“I swear if she wasn’t their sister—”

“Oh I’d still try. She’s always bending like that on the ice? You’re telling me she isn’t flexible as hell?”

The laugh that followed was loud. Gross. Arrogant.

And Chris saw red.

“Yo,” he barked, skating up.

The group turned, startled.

“You talk about my sister like that again,” Chris growled, “and I’ll knock your teeth into the fucking Zamboni.”

Matt and Nick noticed the tension and came over fast.

“Problem?” Nick asked, already catching the tail end of what was said.

Matt didn’t ask. He just narrowed his eyes at one of the guys — the one with the worst smirk.

“That’s our little sister,” Chris snapped. “You don’t look at her. You don’t talk about her. Got it?”

But the guy just shrugged, smug.

“Relax. Not my fault she skates around like that in front of everyone. I’m just noticing.”

And that was it.

Chris didn’t hesitate.

He dropped his gloves and threw the first punch.

⸻

The benches were chaos. The refs were blowing whistles. Yelling. Trying to drag Chris off the guy who was bleeding from the lip and cursing him out.

Nick was pulling Chris back by the shoulders. Matt was standing between them and the rest of the team, chest heaving.

“You don’t talk about her like that!” Chris kept shouting. “You don’t fucking talk about her!”

It took two coaches to separate them.

And you… you watched the whole thing happen from across the rink, frozen in your skates, heart in your throat.

⸻

It was quiet in the locker room afterward.

Chris was icing his knuckles. Nick was pacing. Matt sat with his head in his hands.

You walked in with your coat over your leotard, cheeks still pink from the cold.

“…I heard,” you said softly.

Chris looked up, ashamed. “I wasn’t gonna let them talk about you like that.”

“I know.” You crossed the room. “But now you’re benched for the next game.”

Chris shrugged. “Worth it.”

Matt stood. “You’re not just our sister, Y/N. You’re you. You work your ass off out there. You don’t deserve guys reducing you to—”

“I know,” you said again, eyes glassy. “And thank you.”

You sat down between them. Let them all sit close.

“Next time,” you whispered, “just… tell me what they said. I’ll land a triple toe loop on their faces myself.”

That got a laugh. Tired. But real.

Nick pulled you in first. Then Chris. Then Matt.

And suddenly, the rink didn’t feel so cold anymore.

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[justageekk]

Marc Bernal x madridista reader 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

IN WHERE : You are very Madridista and your boyfriend very Culé.

THIS ONE SHOT IS : fem!reader x marc bernal

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: madrid vs barcelona dynamic.

request open!

El Clásico had ended 4-3. Real Madrid —your team, your everything— had lost. Again. And it wasn’t just any defeat. It was one of those that made your chest ache, that got stuck in your throat like a scream that never quite came out. One more frustrating loss against the eternal rival.

And, as always, it didn’t take long for that to seep into your personal life. Because yes, you were a madridista through and through… and your boyfriend —for some ridiculous twist of fate— was not just culé, but a first team player for Barça. Whether he started or sat on the bench, whether he was injured or not, just seeing his name on that jersey made every defeat sting more. Dating a culé was exhausting. Dating one who celebrated Barça’s goals like his life depended on them, even from the sidelines, was straight up punishment.

You fought with him every day. Over jokes. Over stats. Over who had more Champions, who had won more Clásicos in the last five years. But today’s Clásico had hit a nerve. They didn’t just lose. They came back from behind… only to lose again. They had the match —and they let it slip.

And Marc… Marc was being unbearable.

He didn’t do it out of malice —or so he claimed—. But the way he texted you during the match, the smug little smirks, the way he walked into the house with that “told you so” grin after a Madrid loss… it made you want to throw the TV remote at his head. And worse, he was hot. When he wasn’t rubbing Barça victories in your face, he was the best boyfriend ever. But when Barça won? He turned into a demonio.

And today? He was on another level.

Marc walked in while you were still watching the replay of the match on loop.

“Are you watching Lamine’s goal again?” he asked, grinning.

You didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at him.

“Okay… silent treatment. That’s new.”

You moved to the far side of the couch.

“Not even a ‘congrats’?”

“Do you want to sleep here or out in the hallway?” you snapped, dead serious.

He laughed. The bastard.

“Come on, amor. It’s football. You win, you lose, you cry, you laugh. Today you cry, tomorrow I might—actually no, not tomorrow, because if we win the league, I won’t cry for a while,” he said, flopping down beside you.

You turned toward him, teeth clenched in rage.

“You’re such a dick. You know that?”

“Guapo, injured, and a dick. Full package”, he winked.

“¡Marc!”

“Vale!” he lifted his hands. “No more teasing. Promise.”

“You always say that. And then you make me watch the Barça goals on loop while saying ‘look at that placement’. I’m done!”

“You knew I was a culé when we started,” he said, tilting his head. “You can’t expect me not to enjoy a Clásico win. ¡Es un Clásico, joder!”

“Yeah, but you rub it in.”

“In 2021-2022 you did the same when Madrid won five Clásicos in a row.”

“Shut. Up.”

Marc tried to hold in a laugh. Failed.

“Vale.”

You threw a cushion at him. He half dodged, and it hit him in the shoulder.

“¡Auch!”, he whined, rubbing his arm. “What if I kiss you? Will you forgive one?”

“If you touch me today, I’ll tear off your good knee.”

“You’re kinda sexy when you threaten me, you know that?”

“You’re insufferable, Bernal. Seriously.”

Marc leaned in slowly, ignoring the fire in your eyes, his face inching closer. You could feel his breath —mint gum.

“Just one kiss. Consolation. Even if it’s on the cheek.”

“If you so much as graze me, I’m kicking you out.”

And before you could react, Marc closed the distance in a flash and kissed you.

Then kissed you again.

And again.

Short, insistent kisses, and then finally, he slipped his tongue between your lips without asking, claiming your mouth like it was just another match he’d won. No warning. No time to think. Just him —invading you.

His hands stayed firm on your face, holding you like it was tender, but you knew better. It was control.

And when he finally pulled back, just enough to breathe, he was still right there —close enough to count his lashes. His breathing was uneven, his lips wet. So were yours. You could still feel his saliva on your mouth.

Then came the smile.

That unbearable, smug, culé smile.

And he whispered:

“Visca el Barça.”

You shoved him with both hands, hard against his chest. He stumbled back a few steps, surprised.

Then, without a word, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Not gently. Not subtly. Like you were erasing him.

“Disgusting, Marc”, you spat. “Get out.”

“You’re seriously kicking me out?”

“I told you not to kiss me. You mocked me. And then that phrase. Leave.”

He laughed —right in your face.

And then, without warning, he lunged at you.

Literally.

You didn’t have time to fight back. You just felt the soft cushion of the couch behind you, his body on top of yours, and his arms locking you in.

“Marc, get off!”, you shouted, trying to shove him, but he was stronger.

“Shhh”, he whispered, pressing his face into your neck. “I just want a hug. I’m celebrating, joder. No seas pesada.”

You squirmed to get away, but he was faster. He grabbed your wrists —not tightly, just enough— and with a swift move, placed one of your legs around his hip. Then the other.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”, you snarled, writhing beneath him.

“Getting you to stop fighting me”, he said. “You’re always calmer when I hug you.”

“Don’t hug me!”

“Too late”, he murmured, pulling you tighter against him, face buried in your neck again. “You’re warmer like this.”

“I’m warm because I’m furious!”

He chuckled against your skin. “Yeah, yeah… mi madridista enojada. Just stay still. Five minutes. I swear if Madrid wins next time, I’ll let you stomp on me.”

“¡Marc!”

“Just five.”

❝ justageekk, 2025 ❞

[fayelero]

— FAV HQ BOYS WITH THIS TREND !

pr : timeskip!bokuto x fem!reader; timeskip!suna x fem!reader; timeskip!kageyama x fem!reader; nekoma!kuroo x fem!reader; timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader.

syn : you show your boyfriend a trending photo pose. After some playful banter, you both decide to try recreating the pose.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

wc : 3.5k

tw : no noya and kenma :(( suggestive talks and ends, fluff ! credit pic : srkork on insta

— BOKUTO KOTARO

The lazy Sunday afternoon stretched out before us like a cat in a sunbeam. Outside, the world was alive with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chatter of neighbors enjoying the warm weather. But inside our cozy apartment, time seemed to slow to a delicious crawl.

Bokuto Koutarou and I were sprawled across our bed, a tangle of limbs and laughter. The late afternoon sun filtered through our fluttering curtains, painting everything in a soft, golden glow. It caught in Bokuto's wild silver hair, making it shine like a haphazard halo. I couldn't help but marvel at how even in this state of complete relaxation, he managed to look like he'd just stepped off a volleyball court – his muscular arm draped over my waist, a reminder of the power coiled within his laid-back frame.

We'd spent the morning in a whirlwind of activity – a impromptu volleyball match with friends that had turned into a picnic, which had then evolved into a competitive round of frisbee. By the time we made it home, we were pleasantly exhausted, content to lounge in comfortable silence.

Now, we were both absorbed in our phones, sharing the occasional meme or funny video. Bokuto's laughter, when it erupted, was like a sudden thunderclap – loud, infectious, and impossible to ignore. It never failed to make me smile, even when I had no idea what had tickled him so.

I was idly scrolling through Pinterest, looking for new recipe ideas (though knowing full well that Bokuto would eat anything I put in front of him with the same enthusiastic gusto), when a particular image caught my eye. It was edgy, provocative, and unlike anything we'd ever tried before.

"Bo," I said, gently nudging his ribs with my elbow. "look at this. It's pretty nice."

He rolled over, nearly crushing me in the process, his golden eyes bright with curiosity. "What's up, babe? Found another cute owl video?"

I shook my head, angling my phone so he could see the screen. "Nah, it's this new photo trend. Check it out."

The image showed a couple taking a selfie, but with a twist. The guy had his arm around the girl's neck, pretending to choke her in what was meant to be an sexy, edgy pose. It was provocative, to say the least.

Bokuto's eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his messy fringe. "Whoa, hold up! Is he trying to choke her or something? That's...weird!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. You could see the confusion on his face. Bokuto was usually up for anything, but this clearly threw him for a loop. "No, no, it's not real choking," you explained. "It's just for the picture, to make it look sexy and l possessive."

He scratched his head, his expression a mix of bewilderment and amusement. "I dunno, baby… It looks kinda weird. What if I really choke you with those strong arms of mine?"

You turned to face him, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come onnnn, Bo. You could look sexy and scary! You're like a big, cuddly owl."

He puffed out his chest, trying to look offended but failing miserably. "Hey! I can be sexy and scary when I want to be!"

You laughed, poking his cheek. "Sure you can, tough guy. So, do it for me!"

Bokuto's face scrunched up in thought for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Alright, let's do it baby! But if i choke you, we're deleting it and I’m killing myself, okay?"

You grinned back, relieved. "Deal. And hey, if it doesn't work out, do not kill urself please, Bo."

"If you ask!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "But even if you have the picture don’t post it!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "Of course I won’t, Bo. Let's start with this and see how it goes."

After your initial attempt, you had an idea. "Hey Bo, let's try using the mirror length for the picture.”

Bokuto's eyes lit up. "Ooh, yeah! We can see more of us that way!"

You scrambled off the bed and positioned yourselves in front of the mirror. It was then that you really noticed what Bokuto was wearing - one of his compression shirts that he usually wore for volleyball practice. The tight black fabric clung to every contour of his muscular torso, accentuating his broad shoulders and defined chest.

You couldn't help but stare for a moment. Even after all this time, the sight of him like this still made your heart race. "Uh, Bo? Have you always looked this good in that shirt?"

He glanced down at himself, then back at you with a mischievous grin. "Oh? Like what you see, huh?"

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. "Maybe. Just a little."

Bokuto flexed playfully, striking a pose. "Well, I did just finish a workout this morning. Gotta keep in shape for my number one!"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, muscles, let's focus on the photo. Same pose as the pic?"

He nodded, moving behind you and wrapping his arm around your neck. This time, you could feel the warmth of his chest against my back, the firm pressure of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. It was... distracting, to say the least.

"Ready?"You asked, trying to keep my voice steady as you held up your phone.

"Ready!" Bokuto replied, his breath tickling your ear.

You snapped the picture, capturing your reflection in the mirror. Bokuto's arm was around your neck, his intense "game face" expression in full effect. But what really stood out was the contrast between you both - his powerful, athletic frame in that form-fitting shirt, next to your smaller figure.

As soon as the picture was taken, Bokuto's serious expression melted into a grin. He peered over your shoulder at the phone screen. "Wow! We look good, don't we?"

You nodded, a little breathless. "Yeah, we do. Especially you in that shirt. Maybe you should wear it more often."

Bokuto's grin widened. "Oh? I thought you liked my owl-print t-shirts better…"

You turned in his arms, looking up at him. "Let's just say both have their merits! But right now, I'm definitely appreciating this one."

You handed him the phone to show him the photo you took. his eyes opened wider and he felt quite aroused by the photo of you surrounded by his arm. “w-wow, you turn me on…”

But he tried to get over it and leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. "Noted. So, another picture, or...?"

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think we've got enough pictures for now. How about we find something else to do…?"

Bokuto's golden eyes sparkled with mischief. "I might have a few ideas…"

As he leaned in for a kiss you chuckled into it…

— SUNA RINTAROU

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining bright outside, and a cool breeze was blowing. In your room, everything felt slow and peaceful. It was the kind of quiet that feels good when you're with someone you really like.

Suna, your boyfriend, was lying on your bed, looking relaxed. His eyes were half-closed as he looked at his phone. The sun made his face look nice, showing off his sharp jaw and the small smile on his lips. You couldn't help but stare a little.

You were both doing your own thing, but still felt close. Sometimes Suna would laugh at something on his phone, or you'd say something small. It felt nice and normal. In these quiet times, you felt closest to Suna. He looked softer than usual, and you could see how much he cared even if he didn't say it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"baby," you said, breaking the comfortable silence. "look at this."

He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes, usually half-lidded, showed a flicker of interest. "What's up?"

You showed him the picture on your phone - a couple doing the possessive choking pose with the muscular arm for a selfie. "It's this new photo trend. Kind of sexy, don't you think?"

Suna's eyebrows raised slightly, the most expression you'd seen from him all afternoon. "Huh? Interesting choice for a couples photo…"

You could see the wheels turning in his head as he analyzed the image. Suna was always observant, probably already picking up on details you'd missed.

"Wanna try it?" you asked, a hint of challenge in your voice.

He looked at you, then back at the phone, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You sure about that? I don't think you could pull off the 'dramatically choked' look. You'd probably start laughing."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. He knew you too well. "Oh, c’mon. I can be serious when I want to be!"

Suna sat up, his movements fluid and graceful. "Alright, let's see it then. Your ‘serious’ face."

You tried your best to look serious and dramatic, but you could feel your lips twitching, fighting back a smile.

Suna's smirk grew wider. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Very intimidating."

You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, which he easily dodged. "It’s your fault, your face makes me laugh! How about you show me how it's done?"

He shrugged, but you could see a glimmer of competitive spirit in his eyes. "Well thanks…” he sighed and raised his eyebrows ”And sure, why not. Could be interesting."

You positioned yourselves in front of the mirror. Suna stood behind you, his arm loosely draped around your neck. Even in this silly pose, you could feel the quiet strength in his lean muscles.

"Ready?" you asked, holding up your phone.

Suna nodded, his face transforming into an intense, focused expression that you usually only saw during volleyball matches. It was almost unnerving how quickly he could switch it on.

You snapped the picture, capturing your reflection. Suna's intense muscular arm bore into the camera, a stark contrast to your slightly flustered expression.

As soon as the picture was taken, Suna's arm relaxed back into its usual demeanor. He peered at the phone screen over your shoulder.

"Not bad," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Though I think we just proved my point about your serious face, baby."

You elbowed him gently in the ribs. "shut up. Not everyone can go from zero to intimidating in half a second like you."

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. "It's a gift," he deadpanned, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

You leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. "So, what do you think? Should we post it?"

Suna was quiet for a moment, considering. "Nah," he finally said. "Let's keep this one just for us. It's more sexy that way."

You smiled, turning in his arms to face him. "You know, for someone who acts so aloof, you can be pretty sweet sometimes."

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the faint blush on his cheeks. "Don't go spreading that around. I have a reputation to maintain. And look at you in my so-muscular arm…"

As you leaned in to kiss him, “I look pretty hot like that…”

— TOBIO KAGEYAMA

It was a rare day off from volleyball practice. You and Tobio were in your living room, trying to relax. The TV was on, playing a volleyball match, but neither of you was really watching. Tobio sat on the couch, his posture a bit stiff, eyes darting between his phone and the TV screen.

"baby," you said, gently nudging his arm. "look at this."

He turned to you, his intense blue eyes focusing. "What is it?"

You showed him your phone screen - a picture of a couple doing the possessive choking pose for a selfie. "It's a new photo trend. Kind of sexy, right?"

Tobio's brow furrowed as he stared at the image. "Why would anyone want a picture like that?" he asked bluntly.

You couldn't help but smile at his typical straightforward response. "I guess some people think it looks sexy or possessive, like me. Want to try it? Just for fun?"

He looked confused for a moment. "Is this important to you?"

"Noooo," you admitted. "I just thought it might be fun to see how it turns out. Be please baby!"

Tobio hesitated, then nodded with a sigh. "Okay. If it'll make you happy..."

You both stood up and moved in front of the mirror. Tobio proudly put his muscular arm around your neck, and started flexing to show off his muscles, which made you chuckle a bit.

"Tobio, can you hold less tight," you said, a hint of teasing in your voice. "I know already how you are muscular, don’t worry baby."

He adjusted his grip slightly, his face a mix of concentration and redness. "L-like this?"

"Perfect. Now pose for me, baby."

Tobio's expression immediately changed to his game face - eyes sharp and focused, jaw set. It was almost scary how quickly he could switch it on.

You snapped the picture quickly. As soon as it was done, Tobio dropped his arm and stepped back, looking relieved.

Looking at the photo, you couldn't help but chuckle. Tobio's intense muscular and flexed arm next to your slightly amused smile was quite a sight.

"What's so funny?" Tobio asked, peering at the screen while chuckling.

"Just us, baby," you said, still smiling. "We look so serious. It's kind of sexy actually, don't you think?"

Tobio's cheeks turned slightly pink. "It's... different," he mumbled. "But I like how you are in my arm like that..."

You felt a warmth in your chest at his honesty. "Me too, baby. How about we take a nice, cozy pic now?"

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Okay. But no more weird poses."

As you cuddled up to take a regular selfie, you kissed his cheek “I love you, Tobio.”

— KUROO TETSURO

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon at training camp. You were sitting on the grass outside the gym, enjoying a brief respite from the intense volleyball practices. Kuroo sauntered over, his trademark messy hair even more disheveled than usual, and flopped down beside you with a dramatic sigh.

"Exhausted already, captain?" you teased, poking his side.

He flashed you his signature smirk. "Me? Never. Just giving the others a chance to catch up."

You rolled your eyes fondly. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. Hey, check this out."

You showed him your phone screen - a picture of a couple doing the possessive choking pose for a selfie. "It's some new photo trend. Pretty hot, huh?"

Kuroo's eyes lit up with mischief. "Oh? Trying to tell me something, kitten? Didn't know you were into that kind of thing..."

You felt your cheeks heat up as he leaned close to your face, brushing your lips with his at the end of his sentence. "Tetsu! It's not like that. It's just supposed to be…artistic or whatever."

He chuckled, leaning in closer. "Relax, I'm just teasing. Though I gotta say, it does look nice for us. Wanna try?"

You blinked, surprised by his enthusiasm. "Really? You don't think it's too weird?"

Kuroo shrugged, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. "Hey, I'm always up for trying new things with you! Plus, it could be fun to mess with the team later."

You couldn't help but laugh. "You're impossible. Alright, let's do it and my arm is muscular, I could show you..."

You both stood up and moved to a nearby wall. Kuroo positioned himself behind you, his flexed arm draped around your neck. You could feel the warmth of his chest against your back, and it was... distracting, to say the least.

"Ready?" he murmured, his breath tickling your ear when he leaned down just to adjust right after.

You nodded, trying to keep your composure as you held up your phone. "Okay, try to look hot."

“Try?? I don’t even need to try!” He acted offended. Kuroo's expression immediately transformed into his focused game face, the one that always sent shivers down opponents' spines. It was almost unnerving how quickly he could switch it on.

You snapped the picture, then turned in Kuroo's arms to look at it together. The contrast between his muscular arm and your slightly flustered expression was striking.

"Well, well," Kuroo said, his voice low and teasing. "Looks like my arm is so hot, don't you think? Though I gotta say, you look hot under the collar there, kitten. Was it something I did?"

You elbowed him gently, but couldn't help smiling. "Oh, shut up. You're such a tease."

He laughed, pulling you closer. "You love it though, admit it, baby."

You leaned into him, enjoying his warmth. "Maybe. But don't let it go to your head. It's big enough as it is."

Kuroo gasped in mock offense. "My head is perfectly proportional, thank you very much. Anyway, now I can show to everyone that you’re mine…"

He kissed your lips with hunger, but you pushed him back gently. “Not here…”

He took your hand and brings you up, the silly photo forgotten for the moment.

— ATSUMU MIYA

The MSBY Black Jackals' training facility was quieter than usual, the usual squeaks of shoes on polished floors and the thunderous impacts of spikes replaced by a lazy afternoon lull. Most of the team had already left for the day, their energy spent on grueling drills and practice matches. The air still held a faint scent of sweat, mingled with the sharp tang of air salonpas.

You had been waiting for what felt like hours, alternating between watching Atsumu's extra practice through the gym windows of the lounge area and idly scrolling through your phone. It was a familiar routine - Atsumu pushing himself just a little further, always chasing that perfect set, while you patiently waited, a silent pillar of support. The sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the lounge area where you sat, when you finally heard the telltale sound of the gym doors opening and Atsumu's distinctive footsteps approaching.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Oi, still hanging around?" he called out, a smirk playing on his lips.

You looked up, matching his smirk. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't overwork yourself, the Pro Athlete."

Walking behind you to give you a shoulder massage for a few seconds and kiss you on the mouth from behind, he stopped by to sit on the sofa in the lounge next to you to cuddle slightly.

Atsumu plopped down next to you, peering at your phone. "Whatcha looking at? Better not be Tobio-kun's serves again."

You snorted. "As if. No, look at this trend."

You showed him the picture of the couple doing the possessive choking pose. Atsumu's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, ain't that something," he drawled. "People really do anything for likes these days, huh?"

"Says the guy who spent an hour perfecting his hair for his official team photo," you retorted.

Atsumu clutched his chest in mock hurt. "Your wounds cut deep, ya know that?"

You laughed, then had an idea. "Hey, we should try it."

"Try what? You wanna make out here, huh?" Atsumu looked skeptical but was ready to jump on you if you nodded, which you didn’t.

"The pose, dummy. Could be funny."

Atsumu's eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh? You want me to manhandle you for the 'gram? Kinky."

You felt your face heat up as you gently push his head of your shoulder to face him. "Shut up, 'Tsumu. You in or not?"

"'Course I'm in. Can't let my baby down, can I?"

You both stood up, moving to a clear wall. Atsumu positioned himself behind you, his flexed arm tight around your neck.

"Ready when you are, darlin'," he murmured close to your ear.

You suppressed a shiver. "Okay, press."

Atsumu's arm pressed your cheeks and flexed his muscles. You snapped the picture quickly before you could faint from blushing.

Looking at it together, you couldn't help but laugh. "We look ridiculous."

"Speak for yerself," Atsumu retorted. "I look dashingly hot."

You elbowed him playfully. "Your ego is showing, 'Tsumu."

He grinned, pulling you closer. "Ya love it though."

As you leaned into him, he carried you like a princess to the lounge sofa: he had locked the door…

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Can you do single mom reader with Sam uley

You'll be in my heart(Sam Uley)

Paring: Sam uley x single mom!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Sam imprinting and falling in love with Jacob Black's older sister

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Once upon a time you two were inseparable. You and Sam first met in kindergarten - you go way back. There was this old playground next to the elementary school on the Rez. It was barely holding it together. I guess Sam has always been the protective type - even at 6 years old. Sam has been spotted from the other side of the playground. He knew of you, you were Rachel and Rebecca's big sister. He didn't think much of it, until he saw a couple of 1st graders push you down to the ground.

6 year old Sam was livid, the only option? Throw rocks. Sam Uley, who looked too tall to be in kindergarten - hell bigger than the first graders committing the crime threw them as hard as he could. They ran off and Sam helped you.

You've been best friends ever since...

Then you graduated and went to med school, you and Sam lost touch. Over time you made decisions unknow to the reservation - unknow to Sam. Forks hasn't seen you in three years and by the time you came back you had a nursing degree instead of surgerical and you had a daughter. A three year old girl named Ruby.

Jacob and Billy welcomed you home with open arms. You wanted your daughter to grow up around family, so she spent a lot of time at Emily's - where most of the pack hung out.

And as cliche at it sounds what you and Sam were about to share, hit you like a brick - literally. You hadn't seen Sam since you moved back to Forks. It was kinda strange. Jacob, Embry, hell even Jared all. Acted like there was some big secret. Or they were hiding something.

You and Ruby were hanging out at Emily's place - as one does if you lived at the reservation. Ruby was playing on the kitchen floor with Embry and Jacob. They were building a tower with some old wooden blocks. Sam was suprised to see a little girl there. His first thought was it must be Emily's niece, but then he saw her eyes - her face. She looked like you. The resemblance was uncanny.

You had just come back in from outside with some tomatoes from Emily's garden. That's when Sam saw you for the first time in 3 years. It was different. He felt a weight being lifted off his shoulder - she was so much prettier than he remembered. He felt a connection the moment their eyes met - the connection that went past rock throwing to defend your honor.

Imprinting... He didn't believe in it till now.

“are you gonna keep staring at me, or are you gonna say hi?” you raised an eyebrow, setting the box of produce down.

Sam immediately wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight. You felt it too, it officially felt like home - being in your best friend's arm. You felt relieved, resured. Everything was gonna be okay.

Ruby enteruped the moment like most clueless children do. “so, who's this?” Sam asks as you picked her up and held her at your hip. “this is Ruby”

She smiled at him and waved. Sam cracked a small smile - she had your eyes, your smile. The same smile you gave him when you were six.

Ruby has always been shy, it was throwing you through a loop how talkative and outgoing she was being with the pack - especially Sam.

Sam waited a few days, he wanted to tell y/n everything. That the old stories they heard from her dad and Harry Clearwater were true. He wanted to explain the imprinting, the pack. He wanted to know where Ruby's dad was.

The day he decided to have the talk was the day they took Jacob and Ruby to La push. You and sam were laying on a quilt in the sand, watching Jacob and Ruby working on a sand castle near the shore. “what happened to Ruby's dad?” Sam finally asked.

You could tell him, you trusted him - you trusted him before the imprint bond. “we met in med school, he was a decent guy - or I thought so. He stayed with me all throughout the pregnancy, part of me felt like something was off... And I was right. He didn't show up the night of the birth and he's been off the grid ever since”

The story made Sam's blood boil. He couldn't imagine leaving someone like you in a situation like that - leaving a little girl like Ruby. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer and kissed the side of your forehead. A silent promise that he'd never do that to you and Ruby.

Then came the imprint and wolf pack talk. You weren't suprised, you heared all the stories growing up - or maybe being ditched the night of your daughter's birth made you desensitized to any type of surprises. “I had a feeling all those stories my dad and Harry told weren't works of fiction”

That day on the beach was the first time you kissed him. He didn't relize how long he's been waiting for that. All those chances he had growing up - all those chances he wasted because he was too chicken. He always wanted that feeling, kissing the girl of his dreams. Kissing you. Since the 4th of July at LA psuh when all the fireworks were going off, since your guys 7th grade dance, since the day they met.

He told you about being Alpha and what that was like. You figured he's just some over worked babysitter, especially with Jared and Embry on the loose. Then he said: “Jacob should have been Alpha. I would have gone to him, or you if you phased”

Being a big sister you still sometimes see Jacob as a little kid still. He was too young for that - hell, Sam was. “You both are too young for this shit”

You also found out the Cullens were vampires. You worked with Carlisle at the hospital - you guys have become friends. Sam isn't too thrild, but he has enough respect for Carlisle and you not to make it a problem.

You and Sam never came out and said you were together, after the imprinting talk you both just fell into this perfect rythem. You didn't need him to ask you to be his girlfriend, you just knew that's how it was gonna be from now on. You trusted him to keep you safe and loved. Most importantly you trusted him with Ruby.

It's rare to find a man that doesn't care if a woman is a single mom. Sam doesn't care - he's already devoted himself to you, so he's gonna do the same thing with Ruby.

Ruby loves him, follows him around, talks 100 miles an hour to him about whatever is on her mind. She trusts him - she sees him as dad.

She's too young to understand the difference, where her biological dad is. She just understands Sam loves her mommy and he's always around.

Sam is definitely a girl dad - I stand on that satment. He'll do anything for her.

He'll take her fishing with Billy and Jacob. Ruby has this tiny Pink fishing poll That almost snapped because she tought a big cropy.

Ruby does boy stuff with Sam all the time, but Sam will also sit on the floor infront of a barbie house and play with her.

Ruby is a tomboy at heart so she has toy monster trucks and hot wheels. Her and Sam both leave them everywhere around the house, it drives you crazy.

Ruby has a stuffed black wolf she carries around everywhere. She picked it out after seeing Sam in his wolf form for the first time.

Y/n and Ruby are always baking for Sam and the pack. Sam got her a step stool for the kitchen counter so she could reach and help her mom.

The three of you are always taking beach trips with the pack. Ruby always wants to join in on the games - the guys definitely let her win.

After Sam and you get married, Sam legally adopts Raven so she has is last name.

On occasion Sam lets Ruby have a play date with Renesmee, but Jacob has to be supervising.

Sam and you rarely get the bed to yourselves, especially if there's a thunderstorm. Ruby gets scared and she'll sleep in between you and Sam.

Ruby loves to make Sam and her uncle Jacob stuff. She made Sam an all black braclet with a single pink heart bead in the middle. Sam wears it all the time. Ruby draws wolf pictures for Jacob all the time - he has them hung up in his room.

You and Sam try to let Ruby be a kid as long as possible. Sam loves doing the whole Santa cluas bit every Christmas.

Ruby can't go to sleep without Sam Redding her a bedtime story - he does it every night before he goes on patrol.

Ruby doesn't get bullied, kids are too scared of Sam and so are the parents if there's a problem they rather not talk to Sam about it.

Sam is very protective.

Sam's not aposed to kicking another dad's as because they raised a shit kid that Bullies.

He loves that ruby sleeps in your guys bed and feels safe, but sometimes he just wants to sleep along with you and cuddle you. And heaven forbid get sex.

You and Ruby mean everything to Sam - you two are the first things that came into his life that go above the pack.

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Elijah x reader - calm confusion

Heyyy can i request and Elijah Mikaelson fic with human reader who has ADHD and Elijah is the only one that can kinda calm the reader down if they're over excited or something. Thankssss - Anon 💜

Running down the street, you nearly tripped over your own two feet but you managed to catch yourself, running straight up to apartment complex and ran up the stairs.

You didn’t even bother to knock as you threw the door open and rushed inside.

“Klaus! Your brother!”

He turned around, blinking a few times before he pointed to the other room with a confused look on his face.

“Thanks!”

You ran in that direction, looking in the other room, you found the man you were looking for and jumped on his back.

Elijah chuckled, placing a hand on your wrists to make sure you didn’t just fall on the floor.

“Hello Darling, you have a lot of energy I see.”

“You need to come with me and see what I found.”

Elijah leant back, letting you place your feet on the floor and let go of you, turning around to look at you.

“And what did you find?”

“Cant tell you! Come with me Eli please!?” You begged.

You grabbed his hand and began tugging him, and he stayed rooted in his spot despite your efforts.

Elijah moved his hand back towards him, dragging you back towards him.

“No! Come on please!”

Elijah chuckled a little bit, lacing his fingers with you and he gestured towards the door.

“Go on then darling, lead the way.”

“Yes!”

Dragging him out of the room, you left the apartment and took him down the stairs, outside and began dragging him down the street.

“Darling?” Elijah asked.

You carried on dragging him, and he stopped, pacing his hand on your arm and you turned around.

You looked at him with a wide grin, and he smiled softly.

He gestured for you to step closer so you did, and he placed his hand on the side of your face, running his thumb along your cheek.

“I understand you’re excited about something, but you must calm down.”

“But I really want to show you!”

He chuckled.

“I understand, but calm down. I don’t want to see you falling over or getting hurt in anyway.”

You stopped bouncing on your feet and you looked at him.

“You’d catch me if I fall right?”

“Well of course I would darling.”

“Then it’s fine!”

You pulled your hand free and began running down the path.

With a sigh, Elijah followed you, one hand in his pocket while the other was ready to catch you just in case you tripped.

You went around the corner and you stopped, and he looked at you.

“What is it?”

“Christmas tree!” You beamed.

You pointed and he looked at it with a smile, turning his attention back towards you.

“I see that, is that what you wanted to show me?”

“Nope!”

You took his hand, walking backwards with a huge grin on your face and you turned around to carry on walking.

Taking him towards the tree, you stood there, bouncing in the balls of your feet as you looked just past it.

Elijah could see what you were looking at.

“You wish to walk through there?” He asked.

“Yeah! All the lights and the snow! It’s amazing!”

You tried to drag him again and you slipped on some ice.

Elijah quickly caught you, his arm wrapped around your stomach and you laughed a little, arms reached out to try and touch the snow.

Elijah smiled at you and he lifted you up over the ice, placing you on the other side.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, he walked around you.

“(Y/N).”

“Eli.”

“You must calm down please, before you get hurt.”

He could still see you were full of energy and he smiled, leaning down he got face to face with you.

He placed his forehead in yours, and you closed your eyes.

You stopped moving about, bringing your hands up you cradled his face, brushing your nose against his.

Elijah moved away after a minute, and he looked at you, your bright eyes staring up at him.

“There we go darling, now, take my arm, and let’s go for a winter walk shall we?”

“Yes please!”

He leant down, gently kissing you and you took his arm, looping it with yours.

Elijah led you over to the entrance of the winter walk, and he was absolutely enticed by you.

You had calmed down now for a peaceful walk, he always knew placing his forehead on yours would calm you down.

When he first did it you went into a state of confusion, and since then he carried on doing it.

It always confused you, but you loved it when he did it, you would always stop to memorise the moment of him right in front of you