#aching pu$$y

[yapuniversity]

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Shy Neighbour Nanami wakes up at 6AM, his mind occupied by thoughts of you.

Shy Neighbour Nanami heads towards the shower, thinking about what you would be up to right now.

Shy Neighbour Nanami comes out of the shower smelling like clean soap, having his hands wrapped around his aching cock. He walks over to his bed and sits down, gently moving his fingers up and down his cock in mastered rhythm, trying to contain his arousal because the images of your perfect body with no clothes on crossed his mind.

Shy Neighbour Nanami sighs in frustration as he touches his tip, precum already forming on his head.

Shy Neighbour Nanami forces himself to get off his bed and puts his clothes on. His thick cock fighting back to be touched once again, but he has to get ready for work. When he puts his clothes on, he notices the visible bulge in his pants. He curses your name under his breath because he hates the effect you have on him.

Shy Neighbour Nanami makes breakfast as he daydreams about how pleasant it would be if he could make you breakfast. He sits down on his dining table and looks at the chair across him, imagining your presence. His cock reacts once again, bulging against his fabric, begging to be touched. He hisses in irritation and grabs his cock, rubbing his hand over the swollen area, trying to calm himself down.

Shy Neighbour Nanami waits at the window and watches you exit your house. He immediately rushes out of his house - making it seem like you both were leaving for work at the same time. Before even locking his door, he turns towards you and smiles at you and is caught off guard when he catches your gaze already on him. “What a coincidence, huh?” you comment, and a shy “y-yes,” escapes his lips. “Well, see you in the evening then,” you say and wait for his response. He simply nods, unable to speak because you're right in front of him. You smile and turn away, walking towards your car. He watches you walk away, hips swaying seductively at him, your curves inviting danger.

Shy Neighbour Nanami gathers himself together and clears his throat. He heads towards his car and drives for work. His cheeks turn a light shade of pink when he thinks about the short conversation he had with you.

Shy Neighbour Nanami spends his entire day at work, with recurring thoughts of you and your smile. He cannot wait to go home. To get a glance of you. To talk to you again.

Shy Neighbour Nanami reaches home at the same time as you. “Wanna come over to have a drink?” you ask him. He pretends to think about the offer, not wanting to sound desperate when the “yes” slips out of his lips. He watches as your face lights up, a small grin playing over your tempting mouth. “Perfect!” you exclaim.

Shy Neighbour Nanami enters your house and before he even knew it, he's sitting on your sofa, drinking a glass of wine. After an hour, he gets up to leave. Thanking you for the drink. “No problem,” you say, your cheeks red because you had a little too much to drink, and your mind was also filled with distracting thoughts. He finds your flushed expression adorable and fights the urge to kiss you on the cheek. He nods his head and turns to leave.

Shy Neighbour Nanami feels a hand pull the back of his shirt and is forced to suddenly turn around. Before he could even process what was happening, he feels your lips crashing into his. He stands still for a couple of seconds but immediately takes control of the situation and kisses you back. You wrap your arms around his shoulder and he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist. He lifts you up with ease and mumbles between kisses, “this is wrong”. You kiss him desperately and let out a disapproving moan, disagreeing with him. This, in fact, was good. This was what you wanted to do with him for a long time.

Shy Neighbour Nanami pushes you on the sofa, his kisses eager and deep. He sucks at the sensitive spots on your neck and nibbles playfully at your ear. You giggle under his touch and he pulls back to admire your beautiful face. “What?” you ask shyly, trying to cover your face with your hands.

Shy Neighbour Nanami reaches out and holds your hands, pinning them to your sides. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers so you realise that the words were only meant for you. Your face turns red in response and he chuckles at your expression.

Shy Neighbour Nanami leans forward, his breath warm against your ear, “I crave you, y/n”.

Little does he know you crave him too.

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[w2soneshots]

Birthday boy -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, alcohol consumption.

summary: you and the sidemen film the pub golf in Benidorm video, when the clock strikes twelve and it’s officially Harry’s birthday you decide he deserves a special present once you return to your hotel room.

notes: long time no fic!🙈 You can see the request here. I hope you’re all well and you enjoy this spicy one shot in honour of yesterday being our man’s birthday, love ya!!!💘

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All seven of the sidemen, me and a few of the camera crew sat at a table in the last and final pub as we wrapped up the Benidorm pub golf video. My head was softly leaning on my boyfriend's shoulder when Ethan spoke. "Wait! Is it Harold's birthday now?" He asked.

Harry smiled shyly. "Ha, yeah it is," he replied. "Ohhhahhh!" Ethan rose promptly from his seat. A bright smile spread across my face as we all began singing happy birthday. Harry was clearly uncomfortable but he took the slight embarrassment like a champ as all of his friends drunkenly cheered.

"I'm old, I'm old man, I'm old," Harry repeated as JJ fist bumped him. "Join the club mate!" JJ laughed as he sat back down. We finished the last part of the video and then all made our way out of the loud pub.

"Happy Birthday," I whispered as me and Harry slowly walked behind the rest of the group, my hand gripping his bicep for stability. He smiled down at me. "You know what I'd really like for my present..." he wiggled his eyebrows. "Mmm, we'll see," I replied with a wink.

When we all arrived back at our hotel everyone went up to bed. Harry was on me as soon as I closed the hotel room door. I giggled softly as he trailed kisses over my shoulder from behind, his arms snaking around my torso.

I turned around in his arms and lifted his head up so that his lips could meet mine. The kiss was slow but hot. Throughout the night we'd both been teasing each other. I'd sat on his lap when there wasn't enough seats, which would've been fine if I wasn't purposely shuffling around. He'd repeatedly squeezed my thigh under the table and would slowly edge it up until I'd have to move it off of me before anyone clocked. So we were both already extremely horney.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands hoisted me up using the backs of my thighs, I followed by encasing his hips with my legs. He moved us over to the king sized bed, lowering us both down in the centre of the fluffy sheets.

We took a moment to take in each other's features, it was like the world around us stopped for a moment as we both anticipated what was about to happen. Then, as if a switch had flipped, we both jumped into action.

Within seconds I'd kicked my heels off, he'd done the same with his trainers and we were both topless. I was becoming impatient as he struggled with his pants. "Haz..." I trailed off. "I know, I've got you baby, gimme two seconds," he muttered, voice horse. The room was dark though I could easily make out that he'd moved up onto his knees so that he could properly remove his pants.

When I felt his fingers unbuttoning my jeans a soft sigh left my lips. I lifted my hips off of the soft mattress so he could pull the denim off, along with my underwear.

Once his body finally pressed against mine our lips immediately attached. He was holding himself up using his forearms as one of my hands slowly rand down his stomach.

Harry groaned softly into my mouth as I wrapped my hand around his aching and painfully hard cock. "Fuck, need you so bad love," he muttered. "I'm right here," I whispered before lining him up at my entrance.

He pushed into me with such force a sharp gasp escaped from my lungs. "Jeez, Haz- ohh..." I moaned as pleasure flooded my body. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly as I attempted to ground myself.

The bang of the headboard hitting the wall continuously, our bodies connecting and the little "ah!" that escaped my mouth every time Harry thrusted into me was the only sounds filling the hotel room, along with Harry's soft grunts.

When his hand reached down to rub my clit I entered a different dimension. "Yes! Oh my- don't stop," I moaned, body on fire. His head moved to press gentle kisses down my jaw. "So good for me. Love you so much- 'm close baby," he rambled into my neck.

I chanted his name as I came. My vision turned white as I arched my back into him. "That's it, my girl- hmf..." he thrusted his hips deep into me as also came.

His weight pressed onto me as we caught our breaths. Harry lifted his head so he could see my face. "Best birthday present ever," he whispered with a cheeky smirk before pressing a gentle and soft kiss to my plump lips.

[tangerinesilk]

－ DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI

dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.

pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!

word count ✷ 1.7k

a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo

[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]

typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.

dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.

he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.

suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.

ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.

so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.

it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—

"y/n, are you even listening?"

you cleared your throat, "hmm?"

he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."

now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.

you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."

he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."

dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"

you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.

"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.

its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.

he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.

dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.

soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.

"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.

just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.

his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.

"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.

he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.

"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"

he sighed, "shit..."

"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.

you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.

his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.

you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.

"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.

his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.

when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.

"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.

"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.

you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.

"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.

"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.

"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.

soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.

you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.

as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.

he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.

you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.

it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.

you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.

"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.

he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."

[levisfootstool]

Levi X Reader

TW : Nic Names ( Brat, Soldier, Good Girl, Slut ) Fingering, Choking, Unprotected PIV ( Wrap it up ) Cream Pie, Outdoors sexx

WC : 1.1k

"Hey brat" Levi whispers at you from the opening of your tent. You sit up in your sleep sack, wiping the few hours of sleep from your eyes. "Yes captain" you answer. "Get dressed, night recon" is all he says before he steps out and closes the flap. You quickly throw on your uniform before lacing up your boots. Stepping out into the humidity of the summer night air you find Levi a few feet away. He looks at you without a word before he turns and starts up the mouth of the road your company has set up camp at. You follow him without question, the long-abandoned buildings of the village looming over you. The air thick with the scent of dust and old wood, the silence broken only by the distant calls of nocturnal creatures and the crunch under your feet. 

You knew better then to ask where you were going. You had been in the scouts under Levi for about a year now. Levi was known for his stern demeanor and his ability to push his subordinates to their limits and a first you did find him intimidating but you grew accustomed to him. Tonight though, tonight you felt a different kind of tension building between you as you silently slipped away from camp. The atmosphere was charged with an electric energy. With out warning Levi slipped between two buildings, his movements swift. Before you could react, his hand shot out, fingers closing around your wrist. In one quick motion, he pulled you in after him, the shadows swallowing both of you as he pinned you against the crumbling wall. 

"Captain, what the hell?" You gasped, heart pounding in your chest as you met Levi's gaze. His eyes gleamed with a hunger you had never seen before. Levi's voice was a low growl. "I've been watching you. You're a good soldier, but you need to learn to take orders better."

Your breath hitched as Levi's hand came up to grip your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel his dominance. His other hand sliding over your body, tracing the curves of your hip up to your breasts. "You need to learn to obey, Y/n. You need to learn to be a good little soldier" Your body responded to his touch. Nipples hardening beneath your uniform, heat pooling in your stomach. Levi's fingers found the buttons of your shirt, deftly undoing them to reveal your lacy bra. He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. "You're mine tonight, Y/n. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to take it."

Your pussy clenched at his words, body aching for his touch. His hand moved to your breast, squeezing them roughly before pinching your nipple. You gasped, head falling back against the wall as Levi's mouth found yours. His tongue invading your mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. He tasted of honey and danger, and you couldn't get enough. Levi's hand moved to your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down before spinning you around. Pressing your face against the wall, he grip's your hips hard as he presses his body against yours. His hard length pressed against your ass, you cant help the small moan that leaves you as you push back against him.

"Good girl," he growls, his hand moving to your core, rubbing your clit through your panties.  "You're so wet for me, Y/n. You want this dick, don't you?" You cant help but moan, your body aching for him. He pulls your panties to the side as he slids his fingers through your slick folds. He quickly coats his fingers before finding your clit again to rub fast pressured circles into you. It's not long before you feel him thrusting his fingers into you. The sound coming from your  mouth almost inhuman as he fucks you with his fingers. "Got to prep you before you can take my dick like a good girl" he says in your ear.  Your body is on fire as he works you open and rubs your clit. Your walls pulsing around him, getting wetter by the second. 

Your so close to the edge, you know just a few more pumps of his long fingers and youll be cumming on them. He knows it to because as quickly as he put his fingers in you, he is pulling them out. You let out a sob at the feeling of lose. "Poor little slut. You want to cum dont you?" he asks. "Yes please" you cry out. "Be a good girl and I'll let you" he says. The next thing you hear, is the sound of his belt buckle clanking before the sound of his zipper. "You dont need these" he says as you feel a tug, the air filled with the sound of ripping fabric as he ripps your panties right off of you. You gasp. His hand quickly meeting your lower back as he gives it a small push causing you to arch for him. You feel him position his dick at your entrance coating himself in your slick, and with one hard thrust, hes inside you. 

You screamed, body stretching to accommodate him. Levi's dick was long and hard, and he started to fuck you with a brutal, relentless rhythm. "Fuck, you feel so good," Levi growled, his hips slamming against you. His hand coming to tighten around your throat, cutting off your air supply. Your vision swam, body on the edge of orgasm. Levi's dick hit that sweet spot with every thrust, and you could feel it building. Heat pooling in your stomach with each thrust.  "You're mine, Y/n. You're my good little soldier. Gonna take my cum deep in your pussy." You moaned, your walls clenching around him. His dick hit that spongy spot again and had you coming undone. Your body convulsing with pleasure. Walls gripping his cock. Levi's body tensed, and with a final thrust, his cock twitched as he came deep inside you, his cum filling your pussy.

After a few minutes he finally pulled out of you. His body trembling slightly from the force of his own orgasm. Gently turning you around his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl, Y/n. You took that dick like such a good little slut" you smiled up at him, your body still tingling with pleasure, eyes half lidded. You leaned in, kissing Levi softly. "That was... intense." His eyes filled with amusement. "Intense? Y/n, that was just the beginning. You're mine now, and I'm going to fuck you every chance I get." you giggled "Oh how I do look forward to it captain" you teased. "But for now, let's get back to camp before someone notices we're missing." you say as he helps pull your pants up. 

He smirked, adjusting his shirt before taking your hand. "Wouldn’t want the company thinking their captain’s gone soft" he says dryly. With a final glance at you, he led you back toward camp, the night air still humming with the promise of what was to come.

[heejake-hoon]

Desperate and needy JakeWon x reader(+18) Warning: a lot of teasing,slight slight bondage (if u squint), dom!reader,oral(m), cum eating(f)

JUNGWON:

"Please, Y/N," Jungwon whimpers, straining against the silken ties binding his wrists to the headboard. "Please, I need- I need you to-"

"Shh, baby," you soothe, trailing a teasing finger down his chest, his stomach, skimming maddeningly close to where he's aching for you. "I'll touch you when I'm good and ready. You just lie there and look pretty for me, okay?"

Jungwon makes a frustrated noise, hips canting up in search of friction. You smile wickedly, keeping your touch light and fleeting, tracing idle patterns on his overheated skin.

"Y/N," he tries again, voice breaking on a desperate keen. "Please, I can't- I need more, need you, fuck-"

"Oh, I know exactly what you need," you purr, finally wrapping your fingers around his straining cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Jungwon bucks into your touch with a choked moan, head tipping back against the pillows. "Need me to take care of this pretty cock, don't you baby? Need me to make you feel good?"

"Yes," Jungwon sobs, trembling as you start to pump him faster, thumbing over his weeping slit on every upstroke. "Yes, fuck- just like that, please don't stop-"

You hum, leaning down to swirl your tongue around his tip before sucking him into your mouth without warning. Jungwon cries out sharply, back arching off the bed as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Shit, Y/N, omg, your mouth," he babbles, abs flexing as he fights the urge to fuck up into the tight, wet heat of you. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Love how you- ah, fuck, right there-"

You pull off with a filthy pop, grinning up at him wickedly. "You gonna come for me, Jungwonie?" you ask sweetly, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. "Gonna make a mess all over yourself like a good boy?"

Jungwon whines high in his throat, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Please," he begs, hips jerking in aborted little thrusts as he chases his release. "Please, I need it, I'll be so good for you, Y/N. I'll do anything, just let me come, please-"

"Anything, huh?" you muse, stroking him slowly from root to tip. "Well, in that case...  beg for it, baby. Want to hear how desperate you are, how badly you need to come for me. Go on, Jungwon. Be a good boy and beg."

Jungwon doesn't hesitate, too far gone to care about his pride. "Please, Y/N," he whimpers, straining against his bonds, eyes glassy and drool coming out of his mouth "Please let me come, I need it so bad. Been hard for you all day, been thinking about your pretty mouth, your perfect cunt. Fuck, I just- I need you, need to feel you, please-"

"Shh, I've got you," you soothe satisfied, silencing him with your fingers as he starts to suck on them for you. You reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you take him back into your mouth. You bob your head quickly, cheeks hollowing as you suck hard, tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft.

Jungwon keens, a constant stream of garbled pleas and praises falling from his lips coming muffled as you work him over, pulling away the fingers that were on his mouth to tease his nipples instead, making him truly lose it. "Fuck, 'm so close," he slurs, hips stuttering uncontrollably. "Y/N, 'm gonna- fuckkkk, gonna fucking come-"

You double your efforts, taking him as deep as you can and swallowing around him rhythmically. Jungwon sobs brokenly, back bowing as his orgasm crashes over him, spilling hot and hard down your throat.

You swallow it all greedily, milking him through the aftershocks until he's shaking beneath you. Carefully, you release him, giving his softening cock a few gentle licks while keeping eye contact before crawling up his body and licking into his mouth.

Jungwon whimpers into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue as you lick past his teeth possessively. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you pull back, gazing up at you with glassy, awestruck eyes. "That was... perfect."

You grin, reaching up to undo his restraints and rubbing his reddened wrists soothingly. "Mm, I know. But you were such a good boy for me, Jungwonie. Begged so pretty and took everything I gave you..."

He shivers at the praise, leaning into your touch like a flower seeking the sun. "Anything for you," Jungwon murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "Want to be good for you, always."

JAKE:

You push Jake down onto the bed, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head. He stares up at you with dark, hungry eyes, lips parted on a soft exhale as you grind down against his already hardening length.

"Keep these here," you murmur, squeezing his wrists for emphasis. "Don't move them, okay? Or I'll stop."

Jake swallows hard, nodding jerkily. "Yes, ma'am," he rasps, fingers flexing against the sheets.

You grin, leaning down to nip at his jaw. "Good boy," you praise, relishing the way his breath hitches at the words. "Just lie back and let me take care of you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so good..."

Slowly, teasingly, you start to kiss your way down his body, tongue tracing over the defined ridges of his abs. Jake trembles beneath you, muscles jumping under his skin as you map out every dip and plane with your tongue.

When you reach his waistband, you pause, glancing up at him through your lashes. Jake is watching you with rapt attention, chest heaving and cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and you can see how hard he is trying to contain himself and that made you smile in satisfaction.

Holding his gaze, you slowly undo his fly, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. It springs up against his stomach, flushed and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight.

"Fuck, look at you," you breathe, wrapping a hand around his thick length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "So hard for me already, baby. So desperate for my touch..."

"Y/N," Jake whines, hips bucking up into your fist. "Please, f-fuckkkk pleas-"

"Shh, baby. Patience" you soothe, thumb swiping through the bead of precum at his slit and making him gasp. "Gonna give it to you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, you won't even know your own name by the time I'm done with you"

And with that, you lean down and take him into your mouth, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. Jake makes an erotic and pornographic sound, halfway between a moan and a whimper, hands scrabbling at the sheets as he fights the urge to bury his fingers in your hair and thrust up into your willing throat.

You bob your head slowly, taking him deeper with every pass until your nose is brushing his pelvis, his cockhead nudging the back of your throat. Jake is panting now, abs flexing as he tries to keep still, tries to be good for you.

"Fuckkkk, Y/N, your mouth," he babbles, voice wrecked. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Please Omg-"

You hum around him, the vibrations making his hips stutter. Pulling off, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive crown before dipping into his slit, lapping up the steady stream of precum leaking from his tip.

"Taste so good, Jakey," you murmur, lips brushing his slick flesh with every word. "Love how desperate you get for me, love feeling you throb on my tongue. You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me swallow it all down like a good boy?"

"Yes," Jake sobs, head thrashing against the pillow as you take him back into your mouth and suck hard. "Fuck, Y/N, 'm so close, I can't- shit, gonna come, gonna fucking come down your throat-"

You pick up your pace, taking him as deep as you can and hollowing your cheeks, working your tongue along his shaft as you bob your head faster. Jake's thighs start to tremble, telltale sign that he's right on the edge, and you reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm before squeezing.

That's all it takes. With a desperate, broken moan of your name, Jake comes, spilling over your tongue. You swallow it all greedly, milking him through it until he was wrecked under you.

You crawl up his body after releasing him, peppering his sweaty face with soft kisses until you reach his mouth, capturing his lips in a deep, filthy kiss.

Jake groans at the taste of himself on your tongue, hands finally leaving the sheets to grip your hips, pulling you down against where he's already starting to stir again. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you break apart for air. "You're..... incredible. I think you broke me."

You giggle, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "Mm, well, I did promise to make you forget your own name, didn't I? Guess I succeeded."

[gxhana]

Diary Entry of a Sub!Yandere

Warnings: self degradation, disgusting, yandere, submission, stalking, dom f!reader, violence, violent thoughts.

3:47 AM The walls are listening again.

Y/N,

I smelled your shampoo through the vents again. I think it's citrus — lemon rind? — but maybe it's just the rot inside me interpreting your scent as something clean. God, how I ache to be touched by your world. Not gently. Brutally. I want you to peel me open like spoiled fruit, let the black pulp (my gut) inside spill out at your feet. Step in it. Smear it. Use it.

Every time I hear you walking below me — it’s like you're pacing inside my lungs. Each footstep a knock against my ribs. I want to scream through the floorboards, beg you to come upstairs and see the ruin you’ve made of me. But I don't want you to love me. No. That would be too kind. I want you to hurt me. Like an infection infects the flesh.

I saw your shadow through the keyhole today. I licked the brass. It tasted like heat and blood and old coins. I imagined it was your knee. I imagined biting it. Just to see if you’d bruise.

Please, open me up, Y/N.

I don’t mean that metaphorically. I want you to take my fingers and peel them apart, split the skin at the seams, crack each bone like a wishbone. Pry my ribs open like rusted shutters, force your hands into the wet mess of me. Find the hollow where your name rots stamped in pus, carved in bile. Choke on the stench of what festered inside me while you were gone. Let it fill your throat, black and thick. I want you to heave. I want you to tremble. I want you to stay.

Sometimes I imagine hiding under your bed. Not watching, not touching—just breathing. Just waiting for the moment you sense me there. That sudden chill, that shiver. Isn’t that love? Fear wearing a pretty disguise.

I would eat your bones if it meant keeping you close. I would suck the marrow from them like syrup from a broken bottle. And if you asked me to — even once — I would rip out my tongue and give it to you so you’d never have to hear my voice again, only read me. Word by word.

I am yours. Not in the romantic way. In the fungal way. You are the damp wood. I am the bloom of decay spreading in the dark.

Please. Come. Open me.

Pt. 2

[bunniandhoney]

Strawberries & Cream

Jacob is a hungry tease. mdni. 18+

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Jacob was insatiable, and that’s putting it lightly.

7 years and three kids later he was still trying to get with his wife under any circumstance.

“Come on baby, the girls are still playing upstairs!” he says, already lifting up her sundress, hands reaching for the hem of her panties.

“Will you move your hands, you pervert.” Y/N giggles back attempting to slap his hands away. With a light wine he moves to her breast giving them a harsh squeeze, his lips breezing down the back of her neck.

Now it’s Y/N’s turn to whine.

Looking back at her husband, who’s found residence near the side of her neck, right under her ear, the spot that makes her knees buckle. He knows that this is the thing that will have her give no matter what.

The strawberries she was cutting up for the girl’s lunch are becoming the least important task at the moment. Because just as much as Jacob wants her, she wants him; wants his hands on her, wants the sultry whispers and soft kisses.

And boy is he a man made to please, Jacob would give this to his wife every time. “Let me clean those for you love” taking her fingers and putting them in his mouth letting his tongue curl around each one, the sweet strawberry taste falling on his tongue. Deep brown eyes stuck on hers and working his mouth the same way he does on her pus— “Mmmm, so sweet baby”

Rutting back into her husband, “J, please!”

“Please what love?”

Spoiled as she is, YN whines, “That’s not fair you came on to me!”

One of Jacob’s hands slowly makes their way back down in between Y/N’s legs, this time in her panties, softly rubbing at her lips just missing her aching clit. “ Didn’t say I was being fair today. Now say it, tell me you want me to fuck you while our kids are playing upstairs. Say it love, you know I'll give it to you real good. Right here!”

“I wan—“ thundering footsteps interrupt her plea. Quickly removing himself from his wife Jacob moves to lean back against the counter behind her, Jacob unable to hold his smirk. Flustered but trying to contain herself Y/N gets back to chopping the strawberries.

“Mommy, is lunch almost ready?” Y/D/N yells out of breath from running down the stairs.

“Yeah, can you go get your sisters and come down for me please?” A swift nod and she is running back upstairs yelling at her two sisters to come down.

Jacob is also rounding the counter to head upstairs, “I’m gonna go read through a script in the office, thanks for the snack mama.” he says, licking those same fingers that were just in Y/N’s panties.

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wow! first baby fic done!!! please leave comments and criticisms, but let’s keep it cute pls bc i’m sensitive <3

also lmk any other things you may want to see!

[blushsani]

solicitude | c.s

⋆ choi san x gn reader ⋆ wc : 3k ⋆ genre : angst . fluff . hurt & comfort . ⋆ warnings : mention of injuries . mentions of financial issues . ⋆ details : happy ending . boxing au . making up (?) . ⋆ synopsis : in which san needs & learns to put himself first more. ⋆ notes : second post we cheer!! hi guys!! i rlly hope u enjoy this <3 / i do just want to quickly mention that i often feel like i word things strangely when i’m writing sometimes so i’m hoping no one can pick up on that through this 😭 if u can, i do apologise! bare with me guys just bare with me

the type of anger that leaves your heart somehow simultaneously light and heavy because of the rage is a type of anger you have never been good at handling.

the type of anger that leaves waves of shakes throughout your body from head to toe is a type of anger you have never been good at handling.

and no matter how hard you try, you just cannot force yourself to stop thinking about how san should know better. san does know better. to say san should’ve brought all this to an end by now is an understatement.

yet here he is, battered and bruised once again. you can’t help but wonder how much longer this is going to go on for. how much further san will let this go.

this is the type of anger you hate feeling and-

“y/n…y/n, hey…”

san’s lowly spoken voice catches your attention immediately, snatching you from your thoughts. and you pay him none of your attention. you don’t even spare him a single glance. the first time you had looked him straight in the eyes was exactly when you first stepped into his personal room backstage, and since then, you haven’t given him the satisfaction of even one look.

“baby pl—”

“don’t call me that.”

“no please don’t pu-”

“san stop. stop talking.” the sound of your words is like an icy blade, swiftly cutting through the air, and it’s more so the tone of your voice that makes san’s heart drop than it is your words. 

san doesn’t think this would be much of a relationship if he  hadn’t seen you on an unfortunate day when you’re packed full of irritation and pissed off, but between your almost two year relationship, he’s never been the target or cause of any anger this intense.

it goes without needing to be said that arguments and getting on each other’s nerves as a couple is warranted and happens but the anger san can feel from you is suffocating and the knowledge that you’re upset to this degree because of him is a strenuous weight he’s struggling to carry because he adores you and he can’t handle hurting you, let alone the thought of it.

there’s a delay in san noticing you grabbing your things and preparing to leave, too caught up with his thoughts and the nagging ache surrounding his jaw and the sharp pain in his ribcage that’s the current cause of his laboured breathing. 

and when it finally does click to him that you’re clearly planning to leave, he internally begins to panic. that panic rises from zero to hundred within a matter of seconds, growing increasingly external as he notes that there’s no longer any belongings left of yours for you to grab. no more denying the inevitable.

“i’ll make sure wooyoung calls me if anything…if anything happens. please just. rest.” you find yourself putting a weak yet clear emphasis on the word “rest”.

if there’s one thing san doesn’t do often enough, it’s resting. 

he eventually listens to his body and the signals it gives him, but not without a fight. not without overstepping that line just once.

and it pisses you off.

however, you have a good sense that san is too aware of the damage he’s caused tonight to dare cross that line again, and you can’t help but think to yourself that it’s about time.

as you turn to leave, ready to make a beeline for the door before that voice in the back of your head tells you to stay, san already proves himself faster.

“please stay. please. i want you here.”

it’s like you felt a punch to the gut as soon as the words left his mouth.

the tone of his voice leaves your knees ready to buckle, simultaneously leaving you fighting the feeling.

you put your weight mostly on your left leg as you turn around, looking at him with the right side of your body still facing the door.

your stance was throwing him a message of expectancy. if he truly wanted you to stay, now was his chance to make you want to stay too and his understanding of that was immediate.

so he carefully knocks his head in the direction of the empty space beside him, gesturing for you to sit, and you are almost fully convinced that you’d hear his heart shatter into thousands of pieces if you denied him right now.

you decide to accept him and take up that empty space instead with a deep breath.

as you take a seat on the black, somewhat stiff yet relatively comfortable couch, shifting to your comfortability, you remember how much you were reminded of a doctor’s office when you were first brought into san’s backstage room. 

but the room is sadly much more familiar to you now, way more than an office belonging to a doctor. and that truly gets under your skin because you–you and san were never supposed to get used to this room or this routine.

this routine where san gets in that ring weekly with the promise of much needed cash if he wins the match.

san feels your clothed shoulder brush against his bare one and immediately seeks your hand, gingerly grabbing it. truthfully, you don’t think there’s a life out there of you and san where you wouldn’t accept his piece of affection and place a hand of your own over his.

there’s a moment of silence that you know will soon be filled with san’s voice, so you patiently wait for him. you suppose he needs a moment to gather his thoughts, and you understand that.

“i don’t want to keep putting you through this y/n.” san starts off.

“so stop.”

“baby, we both know it’s not that easy.”

“stop for the both of us.”

“y/n–”

“let’s stop talking about me for a moment. let’s actually talk about you.” your tone is firm.

you turn your body around so that your front is facing him entirely, leg propped up.

“these past few moments, i’ve only–i only see you bruised and weak. there’s not a single inch of your body i haven’t seen bruised. i only see you hurt. how much of this are you physically able to take before you–what if your body just fails on you one day san?” 

“i can’t keep watching you like this. i can’t keep watching you hurting like this. and you don’t have to san, you don’t have to keep doing this, there’s other ways. it’s not like we’re out on the streets.”

the soft skin of your palm lightly touches against san’s cheek. you’re lifting his face up with a finger momentarily hooked under his chin so that he can look you in the eyes. 

the second his eyes connect with yours, turning his body so that he can face you the same way you’re facing him, you can tell so many emotions and thoughts are going around in that pretty little heart and head of his.

he grabs your wrist ever so gently, holding onto you as he digs his cheek further into your palm, all while his gaze never faltering.

for the umpteenth time, you feel your belly swirl and flutter.

you stroke his cheek before continuing, “you know i wouldn’t be able to handle it if something happened to you. and that’s why you need to decide what you’re gonna do.”

you pull away from him. his gaze is dead set on you, eyes widened slightly. it’s the mix of your words and the abrupt lack of contact that he really…really doesn’t like.

he really doesn’t like where this seems to be going.

“if you can’t put yourself first right now, then we need to start thinking about what this means for us.”

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san’s mind drifts back to how the past week has been.

it’s consisted of so many thoughts, questions, fears and a considerable amount of time to let the deep ache rooted in his muscles ease.

and it’s all brought him to your front door on a sunday afternoon, a sense of uncertainty surrounding him that he can’t seem to ignore. 

it was a late afternoon when he received your awaited phone call yesterday. he was too close to missing it, busy washing dishes in his kitchen and having to swiftly dry his hands and then run to his living room where he had left his phone.

he was the quickest you’ve ever seen him to spew apologies to you, and quite frankly, you were just as quick to reassure him through an auditory smile.

but as he stands, waiting for you to open the door, he returns to the feeling of doubt swirling around in his mind. 

he’s afraid. he’s afraid because he knows that he will always want you, but he isn’t entirely sure that you still want him. he isn’t entirely certain he’d choose himself either if he were you.

he’s been so stupid.

he finds it so stupid that he’s even in this situation, getting so wrapped into his own head. he finds it so stupid because he’s aware of how avoidable this was.

he loves you and the answer will always be you.

his answer will always be you.

so the next thing he knows, your apartment door is opening, presenting you. san sucks in a deep breath as he finds himself instantly locking eyes with you.

you’re pretty. 

he mentally notes how pretty you look. glowing, almost.

“hi.” you’re the first to speak, quick to take notice of how nervous san looks.

a very brief second goes by before he replies, “hi. hi–how have you been?”

“i’ve been okay,” you nod to yourself before continuing, “but how have you been? how do you feel? you been resting up okay?”

san’s heart slightly tugs at the genuine care you show him unconditionally.

“yeah–yeah, i’m okay. i’m, uh, i’m glad you’ve been okay too y/n.”

you give san a small smile. it’s knowing, and so is the smile he gives you in return.

one of the first things you came to love about san is how much his eyes can speak for him, and that’s why you can’t ignore how much he’s expressing to you just by looking into his eyes.

silence thickens over the pair of you. it’s somehow a synchronic mix of awkward and comfortable. unfamiliar but familiar.

it’s one of those moments where words don’t have to be exchanged for two people to know what the other is thinking. it’s such a knowing moment; he sees that just as much as you do.

“i remembered to–uh…grab some coffee on friday. it’s that brand you like. come in, i’ll make us some.”

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you place san’s mug down on the coffee table first, followed up by your own white mug.

it’s just as you’re about to take a seat on the opposite armchair that you suddenly feel the familiarity of san grabbing your hand. your train of thought stops, and you raise your head to look at him, surprised at the sudden contact but most definitely accepting of it.

san pats the empty seat next to him on the loveseat, and maybe it’s silly how quick you were to comply. you can’t say you care very much though.

as you both adjust to face each other on the sofa, you slowly take more and more notice of how you and san haven’t stopped firmly holding hands. 

it makes you smile.

it makes a tiny but affirmative feeling of hope twitch through you.

you hear san take a deep breath and return your gaze back to him, ready to have this conversation.

things needs to be talked through and san’s just as aware as you of that.

you take notice of the way his gaze is somewhere distant behind you and rub his hand with your thumb. it seems to bring him back to you. his gaze hooks back onto you, giving you a slight sad smile before looking down and looking back up within a matter of a few seconds.

he seems like he doesn’t quite know where to start, but he does seem to eventually find his way.

“you’ve been more than patient with me. and i…i truly owe you an apology for being so patient to begin with.” you cock your head to the side ever so slightly, intently listening.

“i’ve probably thought more than i have throughout my whole life this week,” he laughs for a moment and there’s a small chuckle of your own, “and i kept thinking about how i’d feel if the roles were reversed. if it was you in those rings instead of me. if i had to watch  you keep getting hurt. how i’d feel if i came backstage with you and saw you covered with bruises. hurt. and…i know i wouldn’t be able to handle it y/n.”

your lips drew a thin line as you nodded. so much was going through your mind and you wanted to take deep care in putting all the scrambled pieces together. but for now, you’re just focusing on the man before you.

“i took time to think about me too. just…me. not only my well-being physically, but my well-being mentally as well. i took time to actually care for me. properly.”

it’s like you feel a spark of light shoot through you at his words. 

you’ve said it once and you’ll say it again, san truly just thinking about himself for once is something you don’t see enough of, and you’ve expressed to him before how important it is that he takes the time to do that. 

you remember his exact words when you had a conversation with him about it.

“i’m not used to it. i’m just…not. it doesn’t come easy to me.”

and you remember your exact words in response too.

“well i love you. and if you’ll let me, then i wanna help you get used to it.”

so hearing him say that’s something he finally put some attention on and tended to…

god it makes you happy. relief goes through you from head to toe and you exhale with a fond smile, needing somewhere to let the feeling out before it just explodes within you.

“oh san.” you find yourself deciding words wouldn’t feel like enough and swiftly lean forwards instead, capturing him in a tight hug.

 

it melts your heart how quick san is to return the hug just as tightly, finding his own little space in your neck.

you rub san’s nape, murmuring a loving “i’m proud of you san” and receiving a gentle squeeze in response.

he kisses your neck before pulling away.

“i’m choosing you. it will never ever be worth putting us both through this anymore. i’m so sorry it took this long. i’m so so so sorry. i will always be sorry for not showing you sooner than i choose and always will choose you.”

there’s so much sincerity dripping from his voice. it leaves your heart throbbing, partly with love and partly with ache. you don’t want this to be something san keeps beating himself up over. 

san is a man who never says anything he doesn’t truly mean, so you know this will be a moment he’ll think about even when the grey hairs start making an appearance (and hopefully you’ll still be there to remind him he was always forgiven).

you quickly find yourself overwhelmed by all your thoughts and feelings and before you can even think properly, you’re once again smothering yourself in san’s hold. 

your chin digs into san’s shoulder as you speak, “i forgive you san. thank you for being open with me.”

you continue as you pull away, hands gently gripped on san’s shoulders, “and thank you for putting yourself first. i’m proud of you. i know money is an issue right now. i’m here with you. we’re gonna get through it, yeah? that just isn’t the way we’re gonna do it. you were just–in pain all the time. ‘s not fair. you can’t keep putting yourself through that and i told you last week that i can’t keep watching you put yourself through that. i won’t.”

“i know, i know. i’m hearing you.” san gently nods, sincerity swimming in his eyes and full to the brim in his voice. he removes your hands from his shoulders, taking them into his own instead and pressing a wet kiss onto your knuckle.

“and,” you lightly cough, “...i’m sorry for how harsh i was last week. i was just–i was feeling a lot and i was scared and i felt so angry and…i am really sorry san.” your tone is just as regretful as you feel. although you know you were and are justified in your feelings, you don’t agree with how you spoke to san. that’s not a way you’ve ever spoken to him before and you don’t plan to ever make a habit of it.

“thank you. to be truthful with you love, if the roles were reversed, i would’ve been the exact same way you were. you had every right to feel what you were feeling.”

you warmly smile at the response, once again sinking into the realisation of how big the love you feel for him is. 

within seconds, you find yourself simultaneously sinking into his arms. and for the umpteenth time, he accepts you. he welcomes you in with arms wide open like he always does.

you don’t think you’ve ever felt so comfortable with someone.

but it’s later on when you’re laid beside him, tracing your fingertips along the bruises that required a little more time to fade than the others, the pair of you warming one another up with the soft holds you’ve had on each other the entire rest of the day that you realise just how comfortable you feel with him.

it’s almost laughable to you how just the previous week, you no longer knew what you and san would look like. and now, he’s in your arms, scattering kisses all over your face, erupting never ending giggles from you.

it’s the first night you’ve been able to drift to sleep with a content chest and mind.

knowing you get to wake up to his presence. knowing there will be a you and san tomorrow.

- yours sincerely, qei ౨ৎ

[henrywintersdearestgirl]

what about makeup sex with henry after a big fight hehe

love u

Merry Christmas, my dearest doves! Love you xx <3

I hope you will like my present:)

Odium

It was already bad timing for them to fight. It was the end of the semester, summer was right around the curb.

All the members of the greek class were together in Francis’ estate, it was easier if anyone had troubles with all of their work. But, that also meant that everyone was on fire, and not in a good way.

The twins were mainly calm and minding their own business, Francis just drank the second he felt an ounce of stress and dragged Richard with him to be a borderline alcoholic. Bunny was the main problem, he was irritating the shit out of everyone, especially Henry and Y/N.

It was obvious that Bunny had a thing for Y/N, it was an ignored open secret for everyone.

But one night, Bunny had drank a bit too much, unfortunately for Henry. Henry was trying to do his work in the library, but Bunny had different plans for him. He plopped down onto the armchair in front of Henry and made himself comfortable.

He just kept on talking, talking and talking. After an hour of his constant yapping, which Henry ignored of course, there was a bit of silence. Until there wasn’t…

Y/N went to sleep hours ago, but she just couldn’t get comfortable, and she felt like she was just not warm enough. She needed Henry’s big and warm body to fall asleep, so she made her way down to the library.

She had heard his distant voice, it made her stop in her tracks. Bunny was talking, and about her. His tone was fuming, and she could just see his angered red face, he must have drunk a whole bottle. She never heard his slurring this much, he wasn’t in his right mind, he will probably forget everything in the morning.

She stayed at the corner and just listened, what a mistake.

“Do you know what I don’t understand, Henry?” He huffed like a small child “You have her all to yourself, and you can’t even fucking cherish it, you fucking bastard!” He was hitting the arm of the chair in frustration “You just show her around, I bet you don’t even love her.” Her heart ached at the words of Bunny, but more at Henry’s silence. She didn’t need to hear her name to know that she was the topic.

“But let me tell you, old chap, if she was mine… Man, how I would love her. And not just her, but that body…” she clenched her fist and jaw, her heart dropped. “I would grab her hair and have those lips around my cock. I would knead and suck those tits all fucking night.” She could hear him creeping closer to Henry “And of course, I would fuck her sweet pu—“

She had turned on her heels and ran back to her room, she heard enough. And it angered her that Henry couldn’t stand up for her. Did he really just wanted to show her off? Without actually loving her? She knew she was beautiful, beautiful like the sun on a cold winter day. But, no, Henry loved her, he showed her multiple times and he really cherished her. Then why didn’t he fucking say something?

She needed space, she knew he would come looking for her. So, she took her bag out and threw in whatever clothing of hers she could find, she even put in a shirt of Henry’s. She may have been angry at him but he was the love of her life. She creeped into Francis’s room, and woke him up lightly, he looked confused and scared that something bad had happened.

“Y-Y/N? What is it? Is something wrong?” He sat up in bed, the moon rested on his pale freckled chest.

“No, no. I just—I have to leave, I must go home. Can I take your car?” He immediately understood that it was something to do with Henry. So, he nodded and gave her the keys. “Please, don’t say anything to Henry…”

“Of course not, my sweet.” He hugged her gently, and felt her shed a few tears on his neck, so he just let her stay like that for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair until she pulled away.

She shed many tears while driving back to her place, and when she plopped down on her bed, she cried even more.

She doesn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up with Henry kneeling beside the bed, smoothing her hair softly. The second she recognized the familiar touch she melted into it. Then, she remembered the whole reason she fell asleep alone in her own bed, so she pulled away.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.

“Why did you leave, my doe? What’s wrong? Do tell.”

The tears began to stream. “I heard you… In the library.” She sensed that he tensed up “I heard how Bunny was talking about me, but I didn’t hear you saying anything.” She barely whispered out, the knot in her throat nearly choking her words down.

She finally looked him in the eye, she was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. Why was he smiling?

He chuckled warmly and held her teary face in both of his big hands. “Oh, my girl. I wish you hadn’t left so early, otherwise you could have seen the bruise on Edmund’s cheek.” He sat up beside her on the bed and hugged her deeply, she immediately wrapped herself around his much bigger frame “I would never let anyone talk like that about my lovely baby. She is only for me, no one else can touch her like I do. And he was right in certain parts.” His kisses migrated down to her jaw.

“W-what?” He was hitching closer to her sweetest spot.

“I do love to show you off.” He sucked at her neck and she felt the warmth in her tummy. “I love how everyone envies me, because I have the most beautiful girl to myself.” His lips wandered to her cleavage, his hands slipped under her thin nightgown, slowly pushing it over her head. As he talked, he gently pushed her down on her back. “Mine to love, to hold, to kiss…” he slowly kissed down her body, stopping at her chest to give some attention to her perky breasts, which he got rewarded for with breathy moans. He kneeled down on the floor, pulling her hips to the edge of her bed. His arms wrapped around her soft thighs, which he kissed all over, and he bit the lower part of her tummy. “All mine to pleasure, to worship, to fuck.” He dived in and ate her out as if his life depended on it, he needed to make it up for her.

She loved when he ate her out, he was so good at it, but she needed him now, she needed him bad. She was already horny when she went down to the library, so she was eager to get him inside her. Henry and her were probably the least stressed out of the whole greek class, they fucked all of their stress away. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up from her heat, which Henry replied to with a whine, nobody likes to be pulled away from a good and warm cunt.

“I-I need you, Henry, I want you inside.” She pushed his shirt off of his muscular chest after pulling him down to her naked body.

He stood up from the ground and undressed quickly, his member was already standing hard and proudly against his stomach.

He laid down beside her. “Come one, doe, use me as you’d like.” She was hypnotised by him, she crawled on top of him and grinded down on his firm dick. He groaned when he felt her wet folds wrapping around him, he easily could have cummed just from her grinding. “Put me inside, dearest, let me feel you completely.”

That did it, she positioned him at her entrance, and sunk down on him. She fell down on him and began riding him while embracing him.

This was his heaven, being inside his girl, while being in her welcoming arms. His hands were caressing the back of her head. She straightened her back and gave him a sight for sore eyes. He felt himself pulse within her from the show she gave him, her soft hips moving precisely, her beautiful round tits bouncing from her moves, her hair messy from his touch. She radiated sex from her, and she was his sex goddess.

After a while, her moving got uncoordinated, so he sat up and fucked up into her. He pounded right up into her sweet spot, she moaned loudly and she fisted his hair from the pleasure. His mouth latched on one of her breasts and he began sucking and licking on her nipple.

“I’m close, just, oh! Don’t stop!” His fingers started rubbing her clit, and he felt her clenching around him.

“Go on, give it to me!” She came on him and that pushed him over the edge. His thick cum flooded her cunt.

“Oh, I love the feeling of you filling me up. Mm, so warm.” She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he caressed her skin all over.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. “I would never let anyone speak bad about you, my love.”

Her eyes closed slowly, the sex tiring her out. “I know, I should have stayed a bit longer, m’sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed her lovingly “I understand, the next time someone dares to put a bad word next to your name, I will punch them that second.”

She laughed loudly, causing to laugh too. “How did you get even with punching him?”

“He was so drunk, so Richard just convinced him that he tripped and fell down the stairs. He even acts like his ribs are broken and he is whining all day, he even whined for Camilla to put ice on his arms.”

So, he made up with her. He took her out for breakfast, and just gave her love all day.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

How to become a hero: A step by step guide

Step 1: Let it be the start of a new year, a new you, your origin point. Let x mark the spot, the end of your story, the gold at the end of the rainbow. Let y be the amount of blood left in your veins, the ambition that shoots through them like a drug, the strength in your lungs to keep breathing through the pressure.

Step 2: Begin the journey. Start with the upward curve of your parabola, climbing up an endless hill, clawing your way to the top. Fight the monsters en route. Rescue the princesses. But never forget: It is not enough. You are not enough. At least, not until you have slain the dragon and claimed your throne.

Step 3: Look at the others. Look at the villagers. The way they clap and cheer you on. Now look at them again. Do not heed their warnings, their tries to turn you away. Ruin does not lie in the path ahead— It is treasure you speak of. The folly of youth burns bright in your lantern as you cros the marsh all alone. Turn back to look at them one last time. Pretend you do not see the pity in their eyes.

Step 4: Look at your companions. Where are they? They were beside you, once, a veritable army of fellow algebraic equations. They must have heeded the villagers' warnings, turned back, and settled with what they had. But you won't do that. No, you are better than that. It is you who will go the furthest, leaving them all behind. And you do not dare think that perhaps you are making a mistake.

Step 5: Slip up. It is inevitable. The bandits sword plunges through you like a hoe through loam. You can see your crashing fall, standing at the crossroads of two intersecting lines. You wonder if this is the end, if you will amount to nothing. But you do not let it happen. The bandit dies and you live, wound in your stomach festering.

Step 6: Keep walking. Your feet are sore, your shoulders aching, body trembling beneath the weight of all the treasure you have accrued, of the promises you have made and the shoes you tried to fill. You want to turn back. Genuinely, honestly. But the nearest village is so far away, and before you stands the turning point. (0, 0) was an eternity ago. So you enter the dragon's den and face the destiny you no longer crave.

Step 7: Look in the mirror. Do you recognise the person on the other side? Are you even you any more? You should have turned around, should never have kept walking. Until you looked in the mirror, you were still the callow youth who decided to slay a dragon. Now… Who knows what you are?

Step 8: Slay the dragon. It will be horrible, terrifying, a beast beyond anything you had ever seen before. Its fire will scorch you within your armour, brand every failure into your chest, burn you from inside out. You will wonder if you can survive. Do not even stop to think of it. There will be no time for thinking, no time for wondering if you made a mistake. You must fight. And you will win. You will shatter its scales with the weight of expectation, poison it like the dried pus in your grey intestines, and push it off the turning point of the parabola.

Step 9: Weep. Do not think of what you paid for this throne, encrusted with gems and dragon blood. Do not think of the golden horde, paid for with the loss of your friends. Do not think of your sacrifice, of the single-minded determination that corrupts you from within. You can see the slope downwards, past the turning point. You can hear it calling to you. You can resist it no longer, not that you want to, anymore.

Step (x, 0): Rest. Let yourself slip away. You earned it.

[toastedpages]

we can’t always get what we want

a drabble | Chifuyu Matsuno x reader

A/N: i spent 2 hours writing this one 😭 im bawlin’

You sigh, dropping your phone onto the bed with a dull thud. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, you wonder—what would’ve happened if you’d just confessed sooner?

Chifuyu has been your best friend since childhood, the boy you've had a hopeless crush on for almost ten years. At first, it was easy to brush off—just a fleeting thing, a silly infatuation born from spending too much time together. But now, in your twenties, it’s different. It feels different. Deeper, heavier—like real love.

But is it? Or is it just a prolonged crush, twisted into something bigger? Falling for your childhood best friend—it sounds like something ripped straight from a cheesy romance novel.

And yet, the thought of telling him lingers. Even if you’ve spent years convincing yourself it doesn’t matter, that it’s not a big deal, that you can live with this secret—

You don’t want to live with it anymore.

A week after your failed attempt at confessing, you find yourself venting to Baji, another childhood friend who somehow managed to figure out your feelings long before you ever admitted them to yourself. He never pushed you, never spilled your secret—just waited, letting you come to terms with it at your own pace.

“You never know what might happen,” he said, slurping up the peyoung yakisoba you bought him. “Anything could happen. You know, possibilities are endless.”

You shoot him a look. Of course, you’ve thought about it. A thousand different outcomes have played out in your head—some good, most bad. Maybe Chifuyu likes you back. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he lets you down gently, or maybe it ruins everything.

Or maybe—just maybe—he’s felt the same way all along.

The thought is enough to make you feel insane.

“So, what’s the plan?” Baji asks, raising a brow.

You shrug. There is no plan. There never was. Chifuyu is your first love, and you don’t know how to let go of that.

You want to move on. You want to discard these feelings and live peacefully, without the awkwardness of flinching when he gets too close or feeling your stomach twist when he talks about his crushes. Without the ache in your chest that makes it harder to breathe.

But the world won’t let you.

Because every time you see him, Chifuyu just gets brighter. His presence is undeniable—like a magnet, like gravity. Everything slows when he walks toward you, the world narrowing until it’s just him. His green eyes, his blond hair—you can pick him out in any crowd, in any place, without a second thought.

And then he smiles.

And suddenly, forgetting him feels impossible.

Chifuyu has always been kind. That’s what you like most about him.

But maybe that’s also the problem.

Because every time he shows you kindness—every time he remembers your favorite drink, or throws an arm around your shoulder, or listens to your rants without complaint—it’s so easy to believe it’s just for you. Like you’re special. Like you mean something more.

But you’ve seen him do the same for others. You’ve seen the way he laughs with his friends, how easily he cares for everyone around him.

To him, it’s nothing. Just how he is.

To you? It’s everything.

And now, here you are—trapped in a moment that feels like fate.

Chifuyu's green eyes lock onto yours, concern flickering behind them. He reaches for your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your skin, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

This is it, you think.

“You okay? You’ve seemed a lil’ down lately,” he asks, voice soft. “I’m always here to listen, Y/N.”

The words nearly break you.

You swallow hard, forcing down the lump in your throat, blinking back the sting of tears. You don’t want to cry—not here, not now, not in front of him. Not when you’ve spent years hiding this part of yourself.

But there’s no turning back.

With a shaky inhale, you finally speak.

“…I’ve liked you, Chifuyu. Since we were ten.”

His eyes widen slightly, but you push forward, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

“I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was when you stood up for me in elementary school, or when you shared your snacks with me even though you loved them just as much. Maybe it was when you started showing up at my house after bad days, just to make sure I was okay. I don’t know.” You laugh, breathless. “But I do know that I’ve liked you for ten years. And I tried—I really tried—to let it go, but I can’t. I just… I can’t.”

Silence.

You feel sick. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe—

Then, he squeezes your hand.

And in that single touch, you already know.

He exhales softly, lips parting—like he wants to say something, but the words don’t come easily. His eyes flicker with something unreadable, something hesitant, something not love.

A small, sad smile pulls at his lips. “Y/N…”

It’s all he says.

But it’s all he needs to say.

Your heart sinks.

You nod, even though you don’t want to. Even though it hurts. Even though a stupid, hopeful part of you wants to shake him and demand why not?—why can’t things just work out the way you want them to?

But life doesn’t work that way.

Chifuyu is your best friend. And you’re his. That’s all you’ve ever been to him.

You squeeze his hand once before letting go.

You’re ready to accept everything. It won’t affect you... anymore? The pain would still be there, but you know you can always move forward and just be happy for the both of you.

We can’t always get what we want.

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower With Petals of Flame: part fourteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, threats, swearing, and mentions of murder

Part thirteen Part fifteen

Tag list: open

Y/N has a bit of a break down, and while comforting her, Eris explains that he loves her, despite what he has said in the past.

I winnow all of us to the tree between the spring and autumn court that Eris and I always used to meet at.

Sam starts to scope out the area, as I knew he would, and I take the opportunity to slip farther into the trees.

Eris follows me after a minute, finding me leaning against a tree, trying to keep from having a complete breakdown.

“Hey, it’s okay.”  Eris spoke softly, taking me into his arms and petting my hair as I rested my head against his shoulder.

“He hates me.  They are all going to hate me.”  I whisper as tears start to fall.

He hugged me tighter.  “That’s they’re loss then, because you, Y/N, are the most amazing, caring, strong, and brilliant person to have ever lived.”  He says softly, and I look up into his eyes, and they are depthless as they swirl with emotion.  “Anyone who can’t see that, isn’t worth your pain.”

Leaning down, he made to kiss me, but I dodged, my voice watery as I spoke, pushing out of his arms, “No Eris.”

He looked surprised, and a little hurt.  “Y/N?”

I shook my head, wiping away tears with shaking hands.  “I can’t do this right now- I can’t- I know that this-”  I wave my hand at the two of us, “was never supposed to be serious, but if we aren’t going to be more, I can’t do the kisses and one night stands anymore.”

I hide my face in my hands and let out a muffled laugh.  “I’m just a fucking mess, aren’t I?”

His warm hands gently pry mine away from my face.

“If anyone here is a mess, I am Y/N.”

He takes my face in his hands, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine.  “I love you.”

My heart burns, and I force myself to speak, to make sure he meant it, “But- but you told me that you didn’t-”

He shudders, and I just want to pull him closer, drop the whole conversation and soothe him.

But his words from so many years ago echo in my head.

“I didn’t mean that.  Any of it.  Let me explain.”  His chest heaves as he pleads, “please.”

I nod silently, and he starts talking…

Eris pov, a week before Y/N’s death:

I stormed out of my father’s private office.  I knew I would pay for the disrespect later, but currently I couldn’t give a shit.

“I don’t know why you’ve decided to fuck some Illyrian whore, but you will cut it off.  Or I will cut her up.”

My father was not a humorous person, and the only time he made jokes was when he knew he had won.

Of course, I hadn’t found it funny.

I had completely erupted into flames, shocking Beron as I almost burnt him to a crisp.

This had never happened before.  Beron’s sons didn’t retaliate or fall out of line.  It simply wasn’t done.

The words he shouted after as I made a speedy exit haunted me.

“You are a Vanssa! I will not have you sullying our good name with some whore.”

Y/n’s not a fucking whore.  She’s a beautiful, strong female, and there was only ever going to be one of her.

And my father was going to kill her.

I wouldn’t let that happen, I decide as I’m running down the halls.

I don’t know how he found out about her in the first place, but there was only one thing I could think of to keep her safe.

She was beautiful.  My heart aches as I walk up to our meeting spot, seeing you sitting against the tree with a radiant grin on your face, hair done up in ribbons and a dress on.

You never wore dresses.  At least, out here where your father couldn’t see.

I force myself to smile as I walk up, even as my heart screams in pain, screams at me to lift you up and profess my love and ask you to run away with me.

But I cannot leave.  We would never escape our fathers.

I should have known this would never last, but I had hoped, foolishly, that maybe we could have our happy ending.

“Eris!”  You exclaim, shooting to your feet as you rush to me, throwing your arms around me.

I let myself pull you tighter to me for only a moment, memorizing the way you smell, you feel, the smile you wear.

You pull away, and before I can say a word, you launch into a speech.

“Eris, I know that this is strange, and sudden, and so totally bizarre, but I need to ask you something.”  You say, words coming fast and excitedly frantic.

“Run away with me.” Your eyes are wide as you say it, grabbing my hands in yours.

My throat burns, and my stomach twists into knots as my face falls.

You let go, backing up a step as you see my reaction.  “I’m sorry, you don’t have to say anything right now.  Maybe it was-”

“I don’t love you.”  I say, the words gutting something vital in me.

You freeze, your face blank as you process the words.  “What?”

“We are friends.  That’s it.  I mean, we’ve had some fun, but that was all it was.  Fun.”

I hate myself for the words, for the disinterested expression I have plastered onto my face, for the look of absolute pain that spreads across her face.

“So-”  She stopped, taking a deep breath and I watched as her eyes grew steely.  “You could have said something sooner.”  She rebuffed quickly.

I shrug, everything in me screaming as my heart tore itself apart.  “Maybe.”

She studied me for a moment, before whispering, “Fuck you Eris.”  She turned and strode out of the clearing.

I didn’t move for quite some time.

Y/N’s pov, present:

My heart aches as he finishes telling me his perspective of that day, of why he said those things.

“I love you Y/N, and the day-”  His jaw works as he closes his eyes, speaking softly, “The day you died, I went looking for you.  I was going to tell you the whole truth.”

Tears start to streak down my face once more, and I bring my hands up to Eris’s face to try and soothe him.

“I love you too.”  I whisper, only for him to hear.

Leaning down, he took my lips in his, and I melted into his embrace.

After a lifetime of pretending to be soft, and unguarded, it was nice to actually feel that way.

Like I didn’t have to be anyone but myself, and I would still be loved.

I like it.

[goldenversekook]

OFF LIMITS

Chapter 14: “A Step Toward Healing”

Pairing: Jungkook × Reader (Y/N)Genre: Emotional Growth | Family Conflict | Relationship DevelopmentRating: 💕 (Healing, Family Drama, Trust)

The soft glow of the morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue across the room. You were curled up in bed, nestled against Jungkook’s chest as he lightly traced patterns on your arm. It was a calm Sunday, and for the first time in weeks, you felt a sense of peace between you both. The tension that had once hung in the air like a storm cloud had begun to dissipate, leaving only the soft rhythm of your breaths in the quiet room.

Jungkook had reached out to his mom the night before, and despite the overwhelming feelings of uncertainty and fear, he had taken a leap. It wasn’t much just a small message, but it was a monumental step. He had been wrestling with the weight of his family’s expectations for so long, and this was the beginning of something different. Something better.

You could feel the relief in his touch, in the way he held you now, like he was finally letting himself feel safe again. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as if he never wanted to let go. But in the quiet, there was a question lingering what would happen next? What would his mom say?

“Do you think she’ll respond today?” Jungkook murmured, his voice hushed against the side of your head.

You shifted slightly, looking up at him. His eyes were soft, but there was still a trace of uncertainty in them. His family had always been a source of tension for him, and he had never truly known where he stood with them. But he was trying. Trying to find a balance between who he was and who they wanted him to be. Trying to make peace with the past while building something new.

“I don’t know,” you replied, your voice calm, “but you did the hardest part. You reached out. And that’s huge, Jungkook.”

He let out a long breath, his hand gently caressing your hair. “I just want her to understand. I want her to see me for who I really am, not just the person she expects me to be.”

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “She might take some time. People don’t always see things clearly right away, especially when their expectations are so strong. But you can’t carry their burden anymore. You’ve done your part. Now, it’s up to her to meet you halfway.”

Jungkook nodded, though his gaze remained distant. The uncertainty was still there, lingering like an uninvited guest. He didn’t know if he could completely let go of the need for his mom’s approval. Even after all the years of trying to live on his own terms, the desire to be accepted by her was still buried deep inside him.

“I hope she does,” he said quietly, “because I don’t want to keep feeling like I’m not enough. Like I’m always falling short.”

“You’re not falling short,” you said softly, “and you never have been. You’re more than enough, Jungkook. I hope she sees that.”

He smiled faintly at your words, though the weight on his shoulders still lingered. He didn’t say anything more, but you could feel the quiet ache in his chest. It was a pain he had carried for so long that it had almost become part of him this unshakable belief that no matter how hard he tried, he would always fall short of his family’s expectations.

“I’m trying, Y/N,” he said after a long pause, his voice rough. “But sometimes, I feel like I’m losing myself in the process. Like I’m forgetting who I really am.”

You pulled away slightly, looking him in the eyes. “You’re not losing yourself, Jungkook. You’re just finding a new way to be. You’re growing. And that’s not easy. But you’re not alone in this. I’m right here with you.”

He gazed at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, lingering kiss that seemed to say more than words ever could. The kiss was filled with all the unspoken promises, the quiet hope that everything would be okay in the end.

As he pulled away, his eyes softened, and he let out a small sigh. “Thank you. For always being here. For believing in me when I don’t even know how to believe in myself.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” you replied, smiling warmly. “I’m here because I want to be. Because I believe in you. Always.”

The morning passed slowly, the two of you spending the day together in comfortable silence. Jungkook checked his phone a few times, but there was no response from his mom. He didn’t seem disappointed, just resigned. He knew it would take time, but the not knowing, the waiting—it was the hardest part.

As the evening drew near, Jungkook’s phone buzzed, a notification lighting up the screen. You both froze for a second, the tension building in the air as he picked it up. His eyes scanned the screen, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, slowly, he let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction.

“I got a message,” he said, his voice soft. “From Mom.”

You held your breath, waiting for him to say more. You could see the conflict on his face, the way he hesitated before opening the message. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before he finally pressed it, and you watched as his eyes flicked across the text.

It was short. Simple. But there was something in it that made his eyes soften.

“She says… she’s sorry. She says she didn’t mean to hurt me. That she was just worried.”

Jungkook’s voice cracked slightly as he read the words. You could see the mixture of relief and sadness in his eyes. This was the moment he had been waiting for the moment when his mom finally acknowledged his pain. The moment when she finally took responsibility for the things that had been left unsaid for so long.

“She wants to talk. To try and fix things,” he continued, his voice quieter now, almost unsure. “But I don’t know if I can go back to that place. If I can open up like that again.”

You could feel the hesitation in his words, the uncertainty that still lingered in his heart. It wasn’t just about forgiveness it was about whether he could trust again, whether he could allow himself to be vulnerable in a way that he hadn’t been able to before.

“I think it’s okay to be scared,” you said softly, “but this is your chance to take control of the situation. To set boundaries. You don’t have to go back to the way things were, Jungkook. But if you want to rebuild that relationship, it’s going to take time. And it’s going to take you being honest with her about how you feel.”

He nodded slowly, but there was a visible wariness in his eyes. “I don’t know if I’m ready to have that conversation. I don’t know if I can open up that much.”

“You don’t have to do it all at once,” you reassured him, squeezing his hand. “Start small. Take it one step at a time. And know that no matter what happens, you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here with you.”

Jungkook turned to you then, his eyes full of gratitude and something deeper something that spoke of his quiet growth, his willingness to open himself up even more than before. He didn’t have all the answers, and he wasn’t sure what the future held, but for the first time, he felt like he could take that first step toward healing.

“I’m not sure what will happen next,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and hope. “But I’m willing to try. For myself. And for us.”

You smiled softly at him, your heart swelling with love for the man he was becoming. “And that’s all you can do. Just take it one day at a time.”

As you both sat together, watching the evening sky turn to dusk, you knew this wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning of something new. Jungkook had taken a leap of faith by reaching out to his mom, and while it wasn’t going to be easy, it was a step toward healing. And as long as he had you by his side, you knew he would find the strength to face whatever came next.

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Been gone so long ya'll get 2 new parts

And the next next one after part 16 will be long

[yuhbigbittybunny]

such late nights I spend making my big cl!t sore thinking about you but so deeply wishing it was your mouth instead; your tongue always swirls with such skill, with your soft lips sucking it until I’m shaking. this bunny is craving your hands digging into my hips as you fill my pu$$y over and over again. any position you want, whether passionately paced or rough and raw with shameless wanton…you could enjoy my sweetest cries of helplessness. my eyes get heavy as I fail to reach some sort of peak. currently struggling to handle this dull ache by myself—please find me achingly wet in my sleep and take care of it. i already dream of it on my way to rest, i’m all yours and I promise not to disappoint while I take it. i want to rise with the sun and lose my voice to your touch. nothing else is satisfying like you.

~ mistress, 4:32am

[olivia200312]

Chapter 1: King Regis, Cor, and the Offer || Different (FFXV! Ardyn Izunia x WW! Reader)

Summary:

Y/N is a fallen Wing Warrior that can't fly. She is also a loner. When she gets found by King Regis, he takes her under his wing and trains her to be a strong warrior. But when a handsome (tragic) man, known as Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, sees her at a ball, held by King Regis himself, he takes an interest in her. He begins watching and obsessing over her. When Y/N gets sent away by King Regis to protect Noctis and his friends, Ardyn will do anything to make Y/N his… and his only.

But while Y/N is completely clueless about it, she searches for answers through stories. But can she change his heart that is shrouded in darkness and desire for revenge? What if Ardyn becomes king when Noctis sleeps in the Crystal for 10 years? What if he returns to fight Ardyn? What if Y/N becomes deadly sick with no cure?

All can be found in this book!

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All Y/N could remember was that she was busy surviving as a loner and an outcast. She was minding her own business when a sucking portal appeared above her. It was so strong that Y/N had to hold into something strong but she failed and got sucked in. She was screaming in panic. 

As a Wing Warrior, or WW for short, it was her duty to do things as a warrior does. Such as patrols, helping those in need, and protecting the kingdom that they live in. Y/N thought that this would be the end of her life. But instead, she went almost unconscious. She was breathing weakly and laying under the sunlight in the forest, just like Katniss from The Hunger Games 2: Catching Fire. Remember the scene where Katniss shot the arrow towards the air? She got severely hurt and lay under the sunlight. That's the scene that Y/N was experiencing, except, she didn't bleed but had bruises and cuts from falling and landing on the ground. 

Y/N felt her eyes drooping, probably from the weakness that she felt in her body. 

She feared that her wings, or one of them, were broken. She didn't want that. She was a Wing Warrior. That's what she was. A WW. It was a creature that had wings, either white or black. There was peace, but sadly, it caused life of many warriors such as Y/N's leader, Olivia, who was a commander of the ruler(s), King David, and his best friend, King Drake, both Wing Warriors. King David has white wings while the other king has black ones. 

Y/N has white ones but has a dark secret, which is her dark form. If she gets too mad or even rage, she will turn into Dark Y/N. Her eye color would be red, her hair a tint darker and her wings would be black, with the points at the end of feathers would be extremely sharp. It was terrifying for the woman. She was around 25 years old, nearly 26.

Y/N groaned in pain and tried slowly and shakenly to stand up, like a true warrior as she was taught in the past. But some warriors needed help. And that's what Y/N needed, especially her body. But her body was screaming at her to rest, to which she fell back down on the ground. She then fainted. 

Later~

Y/N was slowly waking up, her body was aching in pain. She remembered laying on something hard but now it was... soft? She felt that she could breathe a bit normally, so she slowly pushed herself carefully up until she was sitting up. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and once she was good, she looked around and was on high alert now. This bedroom was big and high, with a high ceiling. 

"Where am I?" Y/N muttered to herself, still feeling weak and tired. 

She pushed her legs until they hit the carpet floor. She noticed her shoes were off and as she looked around for them, they were nowhere to be seen. This room was big so she guessed that she was at someone's place and oh my flying wings, they must be very rich! Y/N tried slowly to stand up but she fell back down. Her legs need probably more rest. Whoops. 

She saw a big tall window and she got the courage in her legs to stand up and look out so she pushed herself up and walked carefully to the window, her legs slightly shaking. She looked out and her eyes went wide in amazement but also shock and fear. It was... beautiful. The place looked different than hers where she lived. This was like a modern city just like on Earth but this... was different. This was a city and kingdom... But what is it called? 

She was quietly like a mouse admiring the view when she suddenly heard the door open, causing her to turn around and want to search for her weapon but when she did, she discovered it was gone too. Crap.

A rather old (no offense) respected man entered the room with a cane in his hand, trying to walk fast but he couldn't. Y/N felt sorry that she retreated her hand slowly away from where her weapon was sealed away. Something tells her that she can trust him. He wasn't the only one who entered. Another respected-looking man also entered. He looked like he was the loyal guard but who were they? 

Y/N looked slightly scared. After all, she was in this unknown world that she was not familiar with especially these people. Just... where was she? One of the men, the one with the cane, looked softly at the young woman. "Do not be scared, young one. I see that you're awake. My name is King Regis, the king and ruler of Insomnia. And the general next to me is Cor Leonis."

Y/N relaxed a bit. So, this was the monarch of Insomnia, and next to him was a general? She felt quite honored to meet them. In her world, both of the kings had their offspring. King David had 2 children while King Drake had 1. 

"We saw something strange appear in the sky and we found you unconscious on the ground. We like to know who you are. We will not hurt you," Cor assured Y/N.

Y/N fully relaxed as they assured her they weren't gonna hurt her. She told them who she was by her name and what she was. When she detected their questionable glances, she showed them her wings by opening them. They looked slightly impressed. 

Before the king or the general could speak, Y/N politely said: "But I can't fly. I've been treated like an outcast and a loner."

Both men felt sympathy for the young woman who was a Wing Warrior. She can't fly. Was she seen as Pit from the Kid Icarus franchise? 

The conversation continued between the men and the Wing Warrior. Y/N answered the questions when the men had it in their minds. The conversation took some time but once Cor and the king found that they could trust Y/N, the woman felt relieved. 

"Please get some enough rest, Y/N. We expect you to be in the gathering room tomorrow in the morning. Someone will come to pick you up," King Regis responded.

Y/N nodded to show that she understood what the king was asking. After King Regis and Cor left the room, Y/N saw a mirror and walked towards it until she was in front of it. She may not look like a warrior, but she was born one. She was wearing a tank top and jogging pants, which meant that it hugged her body perfectly. At least it wasn't revealing. But Y/N never thought if she should feel sexy in it or not. Sure, she did have moments where... *ahem* felt her private area below throbbing with need. Hold on there. She was being careful, of course. She didn't want to make bad choices when finding a partner. She didn't have one. 

Y/N took a deep breath and slowly lifted her tank top, but only up until she was close to her bra being revealed. And just as she suspected, there were bruises on her stomach, light and dark ones. She gently and carefully stroked the bruises with her fingers that were covered by the gloves she was wearing. Yes, she was wearing gloves as well. She sighed through her nose and lifted her tank top back down. She decided to not take her pants off and only took her gloves off, walking to the nightstand table and setting them down on it. 

She yawned and stretched carefully before settling in the bed and pulling the covers up. She settled down before closing her eyes and fell asleep. 

The next day/morning~

Y/N was waking up and she yawned, moaning quietly as she stretched. It felt good, but she had to be careful because of her bruises. Once she was done, she got out of the bed. She did the bed well and grabbed her gloves, putting them on. She then noticed her shoes on the office table. They weren't there yesterday when she was found and brought here. She took them and Y/N sat down on the office chair. She put her shoes on and stood up. And just in time, there was a knock on the door where she was in. She walked towards it and opened the door to reveal a man. He was wearing glasses. He looked quite handsome but that didn't catch Y/N's attention. 

"Good morning, my lady. My name is Ignis. The king sent me here to get you."

Y/N nodded. She then shook Ignis' gloved hand. "My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you, Ignis." She then felt hungry and her cheeks flushed a bit pink because she was embarrassed. "A question, when can I eat breakfast?"

Ignis pushed his glasses with his finger. "The king requested the meeting first before you can eat. Is that alright with you?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

Y/N closed the door as she followed Ignis. The hallways were quite impressive. The paintings, pictures, decorations... She stared at it and her mind was then full of ideas of reading books. She loved reading. What were the books like? If she was stuck in this world, then she would like to learn about the world here, especially the monarchs. 

But that's when she heard voices. Y/N's eyes went wide and she grunted, putting her one gloved hand on her head. That caught the attention immediately of Ignis and he stopped. He looked concerned and checked Y/N. "Are you alright?"

The voices were loud and it kinda hurt Y/N's head. But once it all stopped pretty quickly, she blinked a couple of times before looking into Ignis' concerned eyes. "Are you alright? You looked like to be in pain."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah. I just heard voices. They were loud and it kinda hurt. But let's get going. Please don't tell anyone about this. Maybe it's just head trauma."

Ignis seemed suspicious but nodded and turned back around to lead the way, this time with Y/N not hearing voices at all. Maybe it was just indeed a head trauma? When they arrived, Ignis knocked and opened the door, stepping aside to let Y/N in. She gave him a small smile before entering the room. There stood the king with his cane in his hand to support himself. He was standing and it made Y/N concerned. Was he alright? Cor sat on the chair close to the king. They looked both at Y/N. 

"Hello, Y/N. How did you sleep?" King Regis asked the Wing Warrior in a respectful tone. 

Y/N bowed in respect at the king. "I did, Your Highness."

King Regis seemed satisfied with the answer and that's when the discussion began. King Regis and Cor explained that when Y/N was asleep last night, the men went to the gathering room to discuss. Since there would probably be no way home, they discussed what to make Y/N. Nothing bad, of course, but what they meant was that Y/N needed a job and a position. Y/N became interested. After there was peace in her world, almost no fights were out. Y/N agreed that peace was more important than wars but she wanted some adventures and maybe perhaps fights. She wasn't a bad person. Let me clear you that. 

Y/N nodded and responded with small answers to show that she was listening. That's when the offer came. They want to make Y/N a Kingsglaive Wing Warrior. Or this, a Kingsglaive warrior/fighter. Y/N felt honored. But what the king said next, shocked Y/N. They want to train Y/N privately and make an important fighter. She was special. She was from another planet, another universe. 

"Do you accept the offer, Y/N?" King Regis asked the Wing Warrior. 

Y/N smiled a bit and even... braverly. She bowed deeply to show even more respect. " I feel honored. I accept your offer."

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