#also if i need to trash anything please lmk

[nom-nommmm1]

can you pretty pretty please write a fanfic and pelle taking the readers virginity. I love you content!!!

SWEET TEARS - PELLE/DEAD

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Hi anon !! Thank you for your support and suggestion it’s greatly appreciated :) love this idea, next up is the reader taking Pelles virginity! Also since I am very busy I will be changing my schedule to try and update every month with a new post bc again I am very busy and it gives me more time to think of ideas and with that being said I might get into more fandoms, but I’ll still try to write for pelle. Also, if you’d like a sweeter version that’s totally fine. I just imagined this to be at a club. Lmk if you want the sweeter version! Also might be a little trash since I haven’t wrote in a hot minute.

Content warning !!: softdom!pelle x virgin!fem!reader, p in v, pelle being kinda obsessed w the reader (in a cute way I promise 😣), hickeys, oral (fem receiving), use of alcohol, a bit of thigh riding??

The cold air blew on your skin as you got out of your cab, making it to your destination. A small bar, it was your twenty first and you wanted to make it your first and last time drinking. You were going to get wasted. You also happened to be a virgin. Something you weren’t too happy to be at twenty one but hey it’s hard to find a cute guy who wants to have sex.

Usually it would just end at a make out and never go further for you. But tonight you were going to change that. You were determined to lose your virginity and make this night unforgettable. And that’s exactly what it was. Unforgettable.

You took a deep breath before you walked into the bar, finding your friends waiting for you at the ordering area. “Hey, are you ready to get fucked up?” Your best friend asks, a huge grin on her face. You nod, taking the shot that they had already ordered for you, your face twisting as you felt the strong alcohol hit your throat. Your friends laughed as you ate your lime, giving your throat some relief.

You come back to your senses as a good song comes on. “Let’s go dance!” You exclaim taking your friend by the arm, pulling you both to the dance floor. You both dance together for a little while until a guy catches your eye, you whisper into your friend’s ear as the music blares. “That guy with the blonde hairs kinda hot” you say a slight blush coating your cheeks.

Your friend turns for a quick moment and widens her eyes. “He’s perfect for you!..wait are you going all the way tonight?” She asks curiously. You smirk nodding your head. Your friend holds you by the shoulders jumping up and down. “Ugh! Tell me all about it if it happens” she says glancing between you and him.

“I will!” You quickly respond before going to get more shots, if you were going to lose your virginity you needed to get fucked up first so you couldn’t over think it before doing it. No backing out this time. You throw your head back as you down 3 more shots taking in all the alcohol like a sponge. Your eyes wander to try and find the blonde and you catch him meeting your eyes. You blush, looking back at your now empty drinks.

You fix your hair, smoothing it out before walking over to the blonde. “Hey doll, do you dance?” You ask, gently grabbing onto his shoulder. The blonde blushes, fixing his hair. “For you I’d do anything” he says with a sheepish smile before you put his hands on your hips, guiding him as you danced, slowly easing him into it.

“You know, you’re a very good dancer” he says after a little bit of silence, looking down at you through his messy blonde hair. “Why thank you” you reply, putting your arms loosely around his shoulders as you continued to sway your hips back and forth to the beat of the music. Pelles hands grip your hips tighter the more the night goes on.

After about an hour of dancing with Pelle he leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Wanna go upstairs doll?” He asks, a pink blush coating his cheeks. You smiled looking up at him. “I’d love to” you say, taking your hand in his. He nods, leading you up the stairs to a quiet room. He opens the door, letting you go first before shutting it behind him.

“So, what’s a doll like you doing here?” He asks curiously, a hint of blush still on his cheeks as he turns to you. You look around the room before replying. “Oh you know, just trying to find some cute guys” you say. Pelle smiles, hugging you from behind. “Well good thing I’m a pretty cute guy” he says with a light chuckle, kissing your neck. You smile, holding his head as he kisses your neck. He pulls away, turning you to face him and you hold his shoulders.

Pelle blushes as you lean towards him, after a few seconds of hesitation he pulls you in for a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding in your mouth almost immediately. You gasp at the sudden passion but quickly melt into his kiss as he places you on the bed. You smile a little, taking his coat off of him as he runs a hand through your hair.

He doesn’t waste anytime, hovering above you on the bed, holding himself up with his knees as he takes your shirt off, disconnecting your lips to take it off before coming right back with even more hunger. Pelle moves closer to you, pulling away from the kiss to kiss your neck. Making a trail of sweet kisses down your neck and collarbone before fiddling with your bra, throwing it to the floor.

“So pretty…” he murmurs, his lips still on your skin. You moan as he bites down on your neck, feeling your pain turn into pleasure, his bites becoming more frequent and the more he does it the better it feels. His cold hands come up to your chest fondling and holding what he can grab. You shiver a little at this cold contact, sending goosebumps all over your body.

Pelle puts his hands on your hips, moving you on top of him as he puts one of your tits in his mouth without hesitation. The speed of this action making you gasp with surprise and pleasure. Pelle smirks, his tongue moving around your nipple as he occasionally sucks on it. He takes the other in his hand, playing with the bud in between his fingers. You moan at the feeling of his hand and mouth on your chest, driving you insane.

Pelle the takes the other tit in his mouth fondling over the other now covered in spit. You throw your head back at his sucking and biting in your chest, sending waves of pleasure through your body. As he continues to fondle on your chest you begin to need more friction, subconsciously rubbing yourself against his thigh, satisfying some of your painful need and desire.

You moan, feeling Pelle push you harder down on his thigh, catching onto what you’re doing. He smirks look up at you as you sit there with your mouth agape. “Don’t act like you weren’t just humping me” he says against your chest, gripping your hips tighter. He move you harder and quicker against his thigh causing you to moan out. “Yeah just like that…”

He says, sucking on your chest harder, moving down to your ribs, kissing and biting at spots. Making you his. You can’t help but moan at all the sensations he is giving you as he relentlessly rocks you on his thigh. His mouth makes it down to your stomach, he kisses and bites his way to your lower abdomen, licking a strip all the way down to the start of your core.

He slowly unbuttons your pants, taking them off of you and throwing them to the floor. Leaving you just in your underwear. He lays you down, sitting at the edge of the bed, leaving you completely at his mercy. You yelp as he takes two fingers and rubs your throbbing pussy through your underwear.

You moan, gripping onto the sheets, trying to center yourself. Pelle chuckles, his two fingers hooking the waistband of your underwear, slowly taking them off of you. He groans, position himself at the end of the bed, his knees on the ground as I places his face in a direct path to your core.

You gasp as he brings his face closer to your core, feeling his hot breath tease you. Pelle smirks, taking in your form before licking the folds of your pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps come over your skin, Pelle rubs your arm with his free hand, shoving a finger into you with his other, making you scream out.

He watches every squirm and sound from you, turning him on as he curls his fingers inside of you, making you buck your hips up. He takes in a shaky breath before capturing your clit with his tongue, causing you to moan out. He sucks on your genitalia, still moving his fingers in you as his tongue does most of the work.

You moan again at all the stimulation he is giving you, taking your hands in his hair, tugging lightly making him grunt against you, the vibrations sending shutters through you. You let out a deep moan, feeling something within you begin to undo.

Pelle feels this, lapping his tongue around you at a quicker pace, his fingers hitting just the right spot inside you. You squeal, pulling at his hair, as he hums against you. You let out a ragged moan as you feel yourself let go, reaching your climax.

Pelle laps up all your cum before coming back up to face you. You look up at him with half lidded eyes, putting your hand on his cheek, the other holding the back of his head as he looks at you, studying every detail. “So beautiful” he whispers swallowing his nervous saliva as he swipes the hair out of your face.

He pulls you into a passionate kiss. “Could you take one more round for me sweetheart?” He asks against your lips, earning a nod from you. He smiles, pulling his lips away from yours, kissing your neck tenderly as he unbuttons his pants. Quickly throwing them to the floor, leaving him in boxers.

You gasp at the sight of his erection, it looked almost painful. “You see what you do to me doll?” He asks, a light blush coating his cheeks. You bite your lip lightly, looking down at him shamelessly. He slowly takes his boxers off, his erection springing forward. You moan at the sight, his tip oozing precum.

He blushes, feeling venerable. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He asks, tracing the new marks on your neck as he waits for your answer. “Yes, I need you” you say desperately, looking into his lustful eyes. He nods, pulling you closer to him, slowly lining up your entrance with his tip before giving himself a few lazy strokes, gasping at the sensitive touch before pushing into you, making you gasp as his tip hits the perfect spot inside you. Sending you to another world of pleasure and intimacy.

He groans, putting his face in your neck as he pulls in and out at a steady pace. “Just like that-“ you say breathlessly, holding onto his shoulders as he continues to move in and out of you. He moans, speeding up his pace, your hips clashing with his, the new feeling of friction sending you closer to the edge as well as him.

“I-“ you’re suddenly cut off as Pelle finds his release in you, sending yourself over the edge causing a string of moans and groans from the two of you as you both find your releases. After a few moments of you both catching your breath, Pelle collapses on top of you, slowly pulling out of you, holding you close to you for the rest of the night. You had lost your virginity.

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A little rushed :(

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3327

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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2.

YASMINE Today was the day for the WWE draft. Honestly, I was fucking scared because I was more worried about Carmelo being on the same brand as me and all the drama that has been spiraling between him and me which the only people that knew were Trinity, Montez, Bianca, and Jonathan knew about.

Both Montez and Jonathan had blown my phone up, telling me that I should've listened to them. Then I wouldn't end up in this situation, but they will protect me if shit goes down.

I was in the catering area sitting down at the table eating my lunch while listening to some music so I wouldn't be in my head about all of this.

As I was doing that, I felt someone touch my shoulder, which made me jump. I turned around and saw Trick standing behind me, chuckling.

"Shit! Trick, you can't be doing that nigga" I said.

"My fault minks didn't mean to scare yo' ass." He said, chucking at me as I threw up the middle finger at him.

He sat down next to me at the table, munching away on his food as I continued doing the same thing. I haven't told him what Carmelo did. I don't think it would matter since Jonathan and Montez were already on that with him. There wouldn't be any point in Trick getting involved.

I was on my phone when I saw that Trinity sent me a text message probably about the draft that's happening tonight, which, like I said, I am shitting rocks right now.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Hey Babygirl! How are you holding up? Minnie🧃: I'm alright just eating right now with Trick ass 🙄 Trin🤭🫶🏽: PLEASE leave that man alone 😭😭 but are you nervous about the draft? Minnie🧃: yesss I am Trin like I pray that Carmelo doesn't get drafted on smackdown ion want no shit started between him and Montez Trin🤭🫶🏽: well ion' know about that Yasmine it might happen. Minnie🧃: STOP DONT SAY THAT BITCH! 🥲🥲 Trin🤭🫶🏽: what? I'm just saying Yasmine; just don't get your hopes up Minnie🧃: fineeee bro fineeee fuck man why does it have to be this way? 😟 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine it's going to get better I promise just focus on the draft tonight ight? Minnie🧃: ight then Trin Trin🤭🫶🏽: okay I hope I'll see you in smackdown byeee Minnie🧃: byeee

After texting Trinity, I saw Trick all over my phone, so I turned my phone off and gave him a stern look.

"Damn, nigga you all up in my conversation dawg." I said.

"What happened between you and Melo?" He questioned me.

'Shit, why did he have to be so fucking nosey all up in my damn phone? Now I gotta spill the tea.'

Rolling my eyes in the process, I avoided the question while getting up from the table, along with my plate, and walking towards the trash can to throw it away.

I felt his presence behind me as I continued walking away from him, trying to avoid him asking me this question like I wanted to answer it. I didn't want anyone else involved in this situation, especially not Trick.

I continued to fasten my pace, feeling Trick grab me by the arm as we looked at each other.

"Minks, c'mon, mane. You can't just leave me in the dark. What happened?" I could read his facial expressions; he seemed concerned. I sighed in defeat while yanking my arm away from him.

"He put his hands on me, Trick, okay? He fucking put his hands on me, your own best friend." I said, folding my arms over my chest.

His face went into complete shock. Hearing that from me, it almost seemed like he didn't believe me. I just sighed before walking away from him as he stopped me in my tracks. "Look, imma talk to him to see." I turned my head, looking at him in disbelief, like, is this nigga fucking serious?

"What's the point of talking to him for when I literally just told yo' ass—you know, fine, go ahead. If you're going to believe him, then that's my problem." I walked away from him and went towards my locker room, trying to calm myself down from crying at work.

I just needed to be alone for a minute to get myself together before this damn draft for tonight.

✧˚° I was heading towards the ring, finding my seat since the draft was about to begin. As I saw Carmelo and Trick talking to each other, I just rolled my eyes at them, sitting down in my seat and looking up at the screen.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my social media as my legs were crossed, seeing what everyone was posting on their stories and whatnot until I felt a presence that didn't need to be felt. When I looked up, I saw Carmelo gazing down at me with his arms folded.

"What? Melo?"

"So you just telling everyone I put my hands on you?" Carmelo said.

I scoffed his disbelief. I knew Trick wasn't going to believe me in the first place; I don't have time for the shit.

"Nigga you did put your fucking hands on me; why would I lie about that?" I said sternly.

"Because you're lying; all I did was choke you just to put you in your place." Oh, nah, this nigga had me fucked up now.

I stood up, pushing him in the process. I couldn't believe this fuck nigga bro sitting up there playing the fucking victim.

"You what? I don't have time for this shit with yo' ass Melo, so please get the fuck on." I sat back down in my chair, getting on my phone, watching him standing there with his hands on his hips.

I heard his footsteps walking away to his seat he was sitting next to Trick my eyes directly looked at Trick who made eye contact with me I gave him the middle finger while muttering "fuck you" in the process as the draft was about to start.

✧˚° "From the NXT roster smackdown chooses..Yasmine!!!"

When I heard my name, I couldn't help but smile. I saw everyone cheering for me, and Lash hugged me while I walked past them, seeing Shawn Michael's with a smackdown blue cap.

He hugged me, whispering in my ear how proud he was and that I hope I'll do big things on the blue brand. I gave him a faint smile, as my anxiety was creeping up on me, and I was worried that Carmelo might get drafted, too.

After I sat back down in my chair, feeling very anxious, I decided I didn't want him on the same brand as me because it would only make matters worse.

"Yasmine girl, you're with the big dawgs now." Lash said.

"Yeah, I know it's crazy," I said while looking at Carmelo, who was staring down at me.

We avoided eye contact with him as we continued to listen and watch the big screen to see who else was getting drafted.

I felt my phone buzz, and when I saw a text from Bianca, I pulled it out and texted her back.

IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽: omgggg girl are you with us fr? Minnie🧃: Yes ma'am I am officially drafted on blue brand 🤭🤭 Breezy🫶🏽: OMGGG YESSS I AM SO EXCITED I KNOW TRIN FINNA GO CRAZY Minnie🧃: Righht but I'm worried B Breezy🫶🏽: why? Is this about Melo ass bc if he does get drafted which I hope he doesn't he better watch his back Minnie🧃: speaking of him; him and trick talked about it and I knew I've shouldn't have told him but he kept pressing me Breezy🫶🏽: so what I am hearing is that he didn't believe you? 🙄🙄 Minnie🧃: yeah, basically and then Melo gonna come up to me saying that he only did it to put me in my place like what? Breezy🫶🏽: awh hell nah bro he's playing the victim card rn Minnie🧃: fasho he is I was finna whoop his ass I front of everyone Breezy🫶🏽: hollon I think they're announcing the next person to get drafted

"From the NXT roster smackdown chooses...Carmelo Hayes!!"

My face fell as I heard his name shouted out. I saw him stroll by us, flashing me a smile as my nervousness began to rise. As I went out, I informed Lash I was going to the toilet and then to my locker room.

I slammed the door closed behind me, locking it. As I sat on the couch, trying to calm myself down, it seemed as if my entire universe had been ripped apart by that.

Why did it have to be him? Out of all the humans, who selected his ass? I looked up at the TV and noticed his confident smirk with the blue brand cap on as he dapped up Trick.  I fucking hate Trick now, but it was my fault for telling him when I knew he wasn't going to trust me. I mean, I can't blame him; that's his boy.

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Are you okay? Breezy🫶🏽: Text me back please so I can that you're okay?

I couldn't understand what she was messaging me since my anxiousness was hammering my ass right now.

Minnie🧃: B, it feels like my whole world his coming down Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine take long deep breaths do I need to send Montez? Minnie🧃:NO! don't okay? He's already worried about me enough Breezy🫶🏽: I understand but that's yo' brother he would do anything for you Yasmine Minnie🧃: I know I know B...I just can't fucking believe it. Breezy🫶🏽: me too like ugh...but don't worry we'll be here for you Minnie🧃: thank you B

After conversing with Bianca, I decided to stay in my locker room until then since I didn't want to see him again, especially with that fucking smile on his face, knowing he'd be on the same brand as me.

Without realizing it, if he does something wild, either Montez or Jonathan will beat him up; they are so protective of me it's not funny.

I heard a gentle knock on the door. I got up from the couch and almost opened the door, but I was scared to.

"Who's at the door?" I asked.

"It's me, Lash girl!" That voice didn't sound like Lash at all. When I opened the door, he was standing there.

He pushed me back, shutting the door behind him, locking it as he walked up towards me. I backed up, falling on the couch.

A/n: trigger warning contains rape ion want nobody to feel uncomfortable reading this so please and I mean please, skip this scene I'll keep it short I promise 😟

He was hammering me so hard that it made me cry; this man was insane.

He smacked me in the face after gripping me hard around the throat and gave me the most disgusting make out session ever.

"Yo' ass better take this shit, you bitch." He hissed while continuing to pound into my now abused cunt.

"You're hurting me! Get off of me Melo!" I shouted as he covered my mouth.

"You want them to hear us? I expect you to shut the fuck up then." I was crying softly while trying to fight him off of me.

This man was truly fucking nuts; he was doing this without my consent. I felt so powerless that I couldn't even push him off of me; he was more stronger than I was.

Sticking his tongue down my neck while rotating his hips and fiercely hitting my area, tears streamed down my face, and his grasp around my throat was so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Yeah, this is my pussy, you hear me? Yo' ass better not give it to nobody else but me." He slapped me in the face again, causing me to winched at the feeling.

"I fucking hate you...you piece of shit." I said, spitting in his face, and he didn't like that at all.

Grabbing a full load of my hair and assaulting my cervix, forcing me to yell yet again, I'm over here apologizing for it and begging him to stop.

But he didn't listen and continued to rape me in my own locker room, literally.

✧˚°

My body shook fiercely as I stared up at him, putting back on his clothes and mending himself, while he looked down at me, dejected and torn.

He smiled like a smug ass before leaving. "Remember you belong to me and only me." He shut the door, leaving me distressed as my worry gripped my ass. I was a weeping mess as I put on my clothing that he had taken off.

I couldn't stop sobbing. I didn't know who to tell since no one would believe me if I told that a WWE superstar named Carmelo Hayes had just raped his ex-girlfriend in her locker room; they'd think I was insane, so I'll keep it to myself.

After retouching my makeup, I decided to go early. I was able to sneak out before anybody could see me as I drove away from the garage.

My head was spiraling into a melancholy I didn't want to be in; all I wanted was to be happy, but after what occurred, I am now a victim of rape by someone I thought I loved but no longer do.

Now I'm just more broken than ever before he made me feel like this. I eventually arrived home, driving into the driveway as I stepped out of my car.

Opening the door and tossing my shoes someplace while hurrying upstairs to the bathroom, I fell to my knees and vomited into the toilet. I continued to heave up in the toilet until there was nothing left inside of me. I sat on my knees for a minute, tears streaming down my face, weeping silently. Why did this happen to me? I picked up my phone and phoned Trinity's number.

'Please pick up Trin it's urgent.'

OTP Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yo' Yasmine this is Jon Trin is in a match right now what's up?

'Fuck...what am I going to tell Jon?'

Minnie🧃: O-oh I didn't know...I can call back Jon Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine? You don't sound okay did something happen? Minnie🧃: N-no I'm fine look I'll call back later on or tmr actually Trin🤭🫶🏽: nah fuck that what happened Yasmine Minnie🧃: it's nothing J-Jon I swear Trin🤭🫶🏽: stop playing with me Yasmine is about his ass again?

I hung up the phone so quickly that I didn't want to explain to anybody what had occurred to me. I got up from my knees and flushed the toilet as I proceeded towards my bedroom.

I removed my clothing and threw them somewhere so I could burn them later or whenever I wanted as I headed towards my bathroom and turned on the shower.

As I was doing that, I noticed my phone light up, indicating that Jon was calling, but I ignored it because if I had informed him that Carmelo had raped me, he would have been furious, so I now keep my distance from everyone.

Walking inside the shower, I felt the warm water contact my body, sighing in relief and closing my eyes. I had to keep this hidden from everyone, but I know Bianca or Trin will eventually find out.

I rested my head on the damp wall next to me, not understanding why I had to go through this. Why me? Why, oh why? It didn't make sense to me that every time I closed my eyes, I saw him all over me, doing things I never wanted him to do.

I suppose he's telling Trick how he hit it with me and we made stuff up, which I know how dumb Trick is in believing his lies.

I walked out of the shower, wrapped the towel over my entire body, and looked in the mirror, sure that everything would fall into place.

Seeing the marks on my neck it just made me feel disgusted in my body, I turned off the light inside the bathroom while walking out shutting the door behind me.

I sat down on my bed grabbing my phone and saw all of the missed phone calls from Jonathan and some from Bianca too probably Jon told her I was acting weird.

Breezy🫶🏽 sent 4+ messages

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Jon called me and said that you were acting weird is everything okay? Breezy🫶🏽: I didn't see you on the rest of the show during the draft Breezy🫶🏽: did he do something to you Yasmine? Breezy🫶🏽: please text me back you know I'm here for you.

I didn't know how to feel at the moment it just felt like I was completely numb how was I supposed to tell her or trin about what he had done to me?

I didn't want to leave her or anyone else in the dark but I just couldn't tell.

IMESSAGE 💬 Minnie🧃: I'm fine B Breezy🫶🏽: are you sure? Minnie🧃: yeah, I just felt really tired after the show that's all Breezy🫶🏽: well that's not what Jon had told me when you called looking for Trinity seemed like something happened during that time. Minnie🧃: whatever he told you was a lie I'm fine B I promise Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine I know you; you don't have to lie to me yk Minnie🧃: IM NOT LYING OKAY...I-I'm just...fuck Bianca...idkkk...

I started to have a mental breakdown again thinking about what Melo did to me he made me feel worthless.

Breezy🫶🏽: what's going on? Calm down talk to me what happened Minnie🧃: Melo...he... Breezy🫶🏽: what did he do Yasmine? talk to me I'm here we are all here for you. Minnie🧃: He fucking raped me Bianca....in my own locker room...he fucking raped me. Breezy🫶🏽: WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? NAH THATS IT IM TELLING MONTEZ TO COME GET YOU Minnie🧃: O-okay... Breezy🫶🏽: make sure take you let the people know that you're moving out pack all of your belongings okay? Minnie🧃: ight B see you then.

I put on some clothes and began packing all of my belongings I didn't feel safe anymore not even at the company I was with. While I was packing I grabbed my phone texting the person about taking me off the lease due to me moving out tonight hopefully they'll get back with me tomorrow so I can get my money back.

I continue to pack all of stuff making sure that I didn't leave anything else behind and just waited for Montez to come get me. Hopefully when I do go on the smackdown brand they'll protect me.

Fuck Trick maybe if I didn't tell him what happened between me and Melo I wouldn't be in this situation but I just had to run my mouth about it.

And I just knew that his dumbass wouldn't believe me but believe his own best friend such a fucking hypocrite. I heard the door knocking as I got up from the bed walking downstairs opening the door seeing Montez standing there along with Jon.

I couldn't help but to form tears in my eyes hugging them tightly while they did the same for me.

"It's okay little sis we are here for you now." Montez said.

"When we see him it's on sight." Jon said.

We pulled away from each other as I wiped my eyes taking deep breaths, Montez told me to wait in the car while they get my things out from the apartment.

As I was waiting in the car I just looked outside the window in the backseat just in my head wondering if things would've been different if me and him didn't get together.

Maybe I should've listened to them.

SomeThing Bout' Us

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A/n: I am soooo sorry for writing that scene I'm glad I kept it short I didn't want to continue to write that. But Carmelo is in a rude awakening when he gets to smackdown.

ALSO ANOTHER THING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SAMI??? HE PISSED ME TF OFF SEEING HIM WITH SOLO ASS.

I hope yall enjoy the chapter, lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

[tbyfandoms]

Flowers | Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing: austin butler x f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: after making a quick run to the store, austin comes home with a surprise for his favorite girl in the world (requested)

Warnings: none

Masterlist/Request Form | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: I swear it takes the bare minimum for me to go off in delulu land and create a whole scenario of some cute domestic ish about one of my faves lmao! thank you to the anon who requested I write this, you truly fed into my fantasies and I appreciate the excitement. I know it’s been a while since I’ve uploaded a fic so I figured I’d finally try to sit down and write something quick and get it out for the last day of austin’s birth month! I hope you guys enjoy sentimental aus and the dash of horndoginess I threw in there. after finding out about a certain *ehem* tidbit, I saw an opportunity to include the fact austin is an ass man-ANYWAYS! as always lmk what you think! <3

also important side-note! for right now I think I am going to hold off on accepting any new requests for a while. I have quite a few backed up in my ask box that I really wanna get out for the people who sent them in and are patiently waiting! I can’t stop ya’ll from sending things in, but please know that at the moment the requests I have on my currently writing page are my current priorities and it might be a while until I get to yours!

“God, there’s literally nothing on,” you grumble after skipping past yet another movie preview on Netflix.

It’s both yours and Austin’s first off day together in such a long time and all you want to do is cuddle and watch a good film, but it’s like nothing is catching your attention, and at this point you kinda just want to rewatch a comfort film and call it a day. You doubt Austin will put up much of a fight.

The blonde did leave you in charge of finding something to watch while he went off to gather snacks, so he can’t complain too much if you two end up watching a movie you’ve both seen a hundred times, right?

While an idea starts to form in your mind and you quickly scroll to the search bar, soft footsteps from the kitchen make their way to you.

“Baby, I’m headin’ out the store really quick, I just need to pick up a few things before we get started. D’you need anything?”

Your boyfriend’s voice immediately takes your attention away from the black and red screen you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. Needless to say the interruption and new view is much appreciated. You swear to yourself that Austin could walk out of a place wearing just a trash bag and he’d still be the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

He looks so soft and cuddly in his cotton shirt and track pants that it makes you sad at the idea you’ll have to wait even longer now to wrap yourself in his arms.

“Did we eat all the snacks again already? I swear neither one of us is home enough to go through food that quickly and yet somehow we always do,” you say as you shake your head lightly.

Austin’s soft chuckle drifts through the air. “It blows my mind too, sweetheart.” The actor moves closer to the front door and begins to put his shoes on—grey and black Adidas with the white stripes, his latest favorites. “I mean we have stuff but I wanna get you some of those candies you like to have when we go to the movies, I figured we could really make it our own little film experience, y’know?”

You scrunch your nose in fondness at the sentiment and get up off the couch to meet your boyfriend at the door. He grabs one of his many baseball caps and settles it atop his blonde waves. You notice how thick Austin’s hair is getting, the hat sliding snuggly over his head.

“Awh, Aus, I’d love that, that sounds amazing,” you grin, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, tell me, how would you feel about me picking a certain favorite Gosling film for our movie?”

You grin cheekily at Austin, seeing the flicker of realization in his eyes as he understands exactly which film you’re referencing. Between the two of you, there really is no other Ryan Gosling film it could be besides—you guessed it—The Notebook.

“You’re really gonna make me cry on my day off?” The blonde teases and you roll your eyes jokingly in response. After you and Austin started dating, it didn’t take long for the two of you to go in depth about your favorite films—I mean, it was only fitting—and it was only then did you discover his love for The Notebook. Although written off as a typical, cheesy romance film, it’s so much more than that and Austin was one of the only people to see it as such. The both of you talked for ages about it and no matter how dumb it sounds, that conversation—among many other things—convinced you wholeheartedly that Austin was the man of your dreams. It’s been years since your relationship with Austin started and that film is still one of you forever favorites. You and Austin make sure to rewatch it together at least once a year, tears and choked back sobs included.

“C’mon, baby, you know you want to! It’s about time for our rewatch anyways! I’ll be there the whole time to console you during all the sad parts, and then you’ll be there to console me right after that! I’ll even bring the tissues,” you laugh.

Austin shakes his head and because of your closeness to him you can feel his chest rumble as he laughs along with you. It’s an odd thing to find comfort it and yet you do.

“Fine but only because I love that film—and you—so much. I mean crying in my girl’s arms over a Gosling movie sounds like a day well spent to me anyways.”

The blonde inches closer and rubs his nose against yours, grinning broadly at your giggles that ensue. He swears if he could bottle up that sound and keep it forever, he would.

“Alright, I’m goin’,” Austin says as he steps back and begins to open the door. “You didn’t answer earlier, did you need anything from the store?”

Shaking your head, you respond, “Nope. All I need is for you to come home to me as soon as possible so I can wrap myself in your arms and cry over Noah and Allie with you.”

You’re met with that thousand watt smile again and you can’t help but to return it. “I promise I’ll hurry back, I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

Before Austin steps fully out the door, he stops and turns back towards you, reaching out his hand to cup your cheek and connect his lips with yours.

The kiss is soft and sweet and the second Austin pulls away you want more than anything for him to kiss you again.

“I love you,” he says before sneaking in another quick kiss, this time on your cheek, and then proceeding out the front door.

The lock clicks into place and as you stand there in the hall, the only audible sound being Austin’s car pulling out of the driveway, you sigh and reach your fingers up towards your lips. It doesn’t matter how long you and Austin have been dating, the whimsical and electric state he leaves you in after each time he kisses you will never, ever get old.

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It’s probably only been about fifteen to twenty minutes since Austin left when you hear keys jangling in the door knob.

You figured it wouldn’t take him long considering the store you always go to is right down the street, but the time apart was still long enough for you, so you leap off the couch and hurry to meet your boyfriend as he walks through the front door.

Instantly you notice the small plastic bag Austin’s holding in his hand that he used to open the door. You can already see the wrappings of all your favorite treats peaking through the top and that alone gets you excited. So excited, in fact, that you don’t even notice the way Austin’s holding his other hand behind his back.

The blonde holds out the plastic bag towards you and you squeal in excitement as you begin to dig around in it. “Ah, no way! They actually had them this time!? When I went last they were sold out.” As you grab at one of your favorite snacks, you watch as Austin angles himself awkwardly to try and close the door. It’s like he doesn’t want to turn his back towards you and it’s at this time that you notice he’s holding something out of your line of sight.

“Austin what are you doing?” You giggle, quirking your eyebrow at the way he stands there with a mischievous, yet fond smile on his face. You hear a distinct crinkling sound and you know it’s not from your own bag. “What d’you got there?”

“After I grabbed all our snacks and was headin’ up to the register, I passed a display and saw these.” Your boyfriend brings the hidden object from behind his back and you gasp at the sight of it. “They reminded me of you so I got ‘em for you. Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

Austin hands you the bouquet and your eyes instantly well with tears. They’re the most stunning blush colored roses you’ve ever seen and they smell absolutely incredible. There’s a small card sticking out of the side of them and as you read the words written in Austin’s handwriting, your heart swells with adoration.

For my favorite girl

Love, Austin

“Aus,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to withstand anything else. “They’re beautiful. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that.”

The actor can tell how emotional you are right now, can tell how much this means to you. He’d do anything to let you know how much you mean to him, to let you know how much he loves you. He’d buy you flowers every single day if it meant he’d get to see that look on your face. That look where your eyes get real big and sparkly and your smile is so wide it makes your eyelids crinkle at the corners. That look that makes Austin want to give you the world.

Careful not to smash the bouquet held delicately in your hands (the bag of snacks now laying on the floor), Austin reaches out and hugs you with one arm, planting a soft kiss on the side of your head. “I know I didn’t have to, sweetheart, but I wanted to. I love you so much and you deserve to be appreciated.”

With the right words to say completely escaping you, you do the next best thing and instantly close the gap between you and the man standing in front of you. One of Austin’s hands finds its place on your lower back, pushing you closer to him, and your own hand without the bouquet in it finds its way to the nape of his neck—fingers twisting in those thick waves you took notice of earlier.

“I love you so much more, Austin Butler,” you breathe out as you break apart from your boyfriend’s soft lips.

“Mmm, whatever you say, baby,” he mumbles against your mouth as he goes in for yet another kiss. You nearly drop your flowers as you get caught up in Austin again, so you break apart before you can do any real damage to them.

“As much as I’m enjoying this right now, I need it to stop for like five seconds before I completely lose myself in you and ruin this gorgeous bouquet,” you giggle, before reluctantly taking a step back from your boyfriend in order to go find a vase in the kitchen to set the flowers in.

“Would that really be such a bad thing?” Austin calls after you. It doesn’t take long for him to meet up with you in the kitchen, his tall figure leaning casually against the doorframe. “I think having rose petals all over the floor would actually be quite romantic. It’d really…set the mood.”

In between spreading out the roses in the vase you found, you glance up at Austin and can see the way his eyes have clouded over just slightly. His intent and emphasis on the last few words of his sentence become abundantly clear, and you try to fight the heat you feel rising up your neck.

Making your way around the kitchen island, you stop in front of your boyfriend and lean lightly into his chest, your hands basking in the warmth radiating through Austin’s white shirt. “You do realize it is your birthday month, right, Aus? Why am I the one getting all the special treatment?”

There’s a soft smirk playing on your lips and you revel in the way Austin tilts his head to the side, his own smirk quirking up at the corner of his mouth. “Who’s to say I’m not getting my own type of special treatment? Looking after my girl and seeing her happy sounds like a pretty nice birthday gift to me.”

Burying your face in Austin’s chest, you barely contain the squeal threatening to spill out of you over the actor’s words. This man somehow always knows the right thing to say to make you melt. “You’re such a heartthrob you know that?”

“I am a man of many talents,” Austin beams. The two of you laugh and you push lightly on his chest to get him to move back towards the living room.

“C’mon, think of the snacks waiting for us! I won’t let your incredibly smooth sweet talking make us miss out on our plan for an at home film experience!” No matter how tempting, you think.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I am thinking about my snack. Mine just isn’t in that little bag you got there.” As you bend down to pick up the plastic bag you haphazardly threw to the side at the reveal of your surprise flowers, Austin comes up behind you and lightly smacks your ass, causing you to let out a sharp gasp.

Jolting upright, you fake annoyance and watch as your boyfriend turns towards you and holds up his hands in innocence. You reach into the bag and throw one of the packets of candy at him. The blonde winks at you as he catches it with ease and then plops down on the couch.

“You’re right though, I did say I wouldn’t miss this for the world, and I am also a man of my word. So c’mon, Ryan’s waiting for us,” Austin grins as he pats the spot next to him on the couch.

Unable to keep up your feigned irritation, you let the smile that’s twitching at the corner of your lips break through as you hurry over to Austin. No matter what happens, you’d never turn down an open invitation from the man you love with all your heart.

Cuddling up to Austin’s side you sigh in the satisfaction of finally getting to relax with him. Sure you two are able to see each other relatively often considering the fact you live together, but it’s rare when you get to just sit together and do absolutely nothing besides enjoy each other’s company. No cameras, no expectations, just you and him.

If anyone were to ask you, you’d say that’s what you’d call pure heaven.

As Austin presses play on the movie and the opening credits begin to roll, you watch as he rips open the bag of candy you threw at him. You take in how he eats one and then sets it aside, beginning to set up the rest of the treats he purchased for you. The reality of it all settles in as it does every so often and you feel a tiny squeeze in your chest as you take it in.

Having someone love you so deeply, having someone who knows practically every part of you from your favorite types of candy to what flowers you would like, having someone who sees your happiness as enough satisfaction for them and truly mean it, is just incredibly unbelievable.

You wonder practically every day how in the world you were lucky enough to find someone like that. To find someone who you love wholeheartedly and who loves you just the same, if not more. The material things—the flowers, the candy—are nice, but nothing beats the feeling you get when you’re with Austin, and you thank your lucky stars that the universe brought him to you. You truly don’t know where you’d be, who you’d be, without him.

“Austin,” you start, looking into his clear blue eyes as he turns towards you, a soft smile already adorning his lips as he catches sight of you. “Thank you for…”

You can’t even begin to think of where to start. You’re sat here looking at this man that’s staring at you with such a fond, loving expression and it’s like words won’t even dare try to form in your mind in a way that would express everything you feel for him. There aren’t enough of them, there aren’t any right ones.

“For what, sweetheart?” Austin whispers as he reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, the warmth from his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“For the…flowers,” you say before letting out an airy laugh. “For the candy, for staying in with me and letting me coerce you into watching this movie for the thousandth time, for just being you, and a million other things I don’t think I’ll ever have the right words to express.”

“You don’t have to thank me for any of that, my love, but you’re welcome anyways. I do it all because I want to, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you just like I know there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me. I hope you know how much I appreciate you. I love you.” Austin leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead before pulling you even closer to his side, wanting nothing but to have you wrapped in his arms.

As your boyfriend turns his attention back to the movie and begins to rub his hand soothingly up and down your back, you feel a sense of content wash over you. When you’re with Austin, it feels like no matter what happens, as long as you have each other, everything will be okay. Nothing is certain, but you’d bet everything you’ve got that this love is.

“I love you too, Aus.”

[cimmerian1275]

Introduction Masterpost 🌊

SUP there! I'm Cimmerian, and I read copious amounts of novels and draw lots of dragons <3 Both fanart, personal art, whatever piques my interests. I dabble in a little bit of photography and write in my spare time!

Things you might be looking for:

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If your just here for the artworks I make C: ->

#my art / #cimmers art #rottmnt

Comics: -> T-rex arms -> Jr showing Caden the good timeline: Wb dragons? | Ice-tea | n/a -> Trash can compilation: part 1 | part 2 | -> Coming soon?

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Heads up, im hyperfixated on ROTTMNT and anything dragon/gryphon, i ramble about them, i draw about them, i procrastinate about them, they blur together.

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Anyways, hi Tumblr! Im branching out here because I think I live under a rock and I need to socialize and expand my horizons. My account here is probably just for me to indulge in all the fandoms i love, post my fanart somewhere people will enjoy it the way i do and occupy my brain with smth to scroll <3

Aswell as art, I'm slowly fulfilling my hobby of writing >:) I am an absolute bookworm and I have so many ideas I want to put out there and have fun with.

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Art fight I'll definitely be joining in for 2025!

I'm on discord as cimmerian1275, Shellcord 🐢 server <- I practically live there. If you send me a friend req please lmk so i dont mistake you for a bot xD

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I am very much winging the process and using my incredibly inexperienced/nonexistent writing skills, throwing them at a wall and hoping they stick and end up making sense. Goodluck.

My Fics/AUs:

(ROTTMNT) Dragonfruit AU

Masterpost | Art | Writing

DF Raph | DF Donnie | DF Leo | DF Mikey

What if Draxum was a dragon nerd? What if he pulled a 'jurassic park' and brought back dragons from extinction in his effort to create powerful weapons against mankind?

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(ROTTMNT) The TMNT As Oiraons Project ✨ ill find a name for it someday smh

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April | Ruaidhri (Raph) | Morado (Donnie) | Tzaoul (Leo) | Anatolius (Mikey)

Oiraon Art | Original characters in this AU -> Nyad | Sirje

The TMNT (and others from the same universe) as Oiraon's! (Oiraon's are a make-believe Closed Species that just look like gryphons, NOT owned/created by me) Silly gryphons that im very much totally not obsessed with. I did not plan on this happening at all, i accidentally turned Leo into an Oiraon when i was bored and went "Damn this is actually a cool idea, F* it we ball" and decided that ill turn the rest into Oiraon's because i couldnt resist the temptation <3

Yeah, they all (or most) have different names than in the show, partly because id already named Tzaoul, but also to make them fit smoother into the Oiraon universe! I challenged myself to convey their Oiraon version with just looks and vibes alone, i want you to be able to guess who is who without an OG name giving it away >:)

At the moment, Tzaoul/Leo is finished but all secret-y hush-hush because he has exclusive traits that havent been released yet :) and i cant spoil it.

This obscure self indulgent AU lives rent free in my head and i welcome any and all asks, i will word vomit for ages with my ideas n stuff.

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(ROTTMNT) Totally Feline Fine (Ao3)

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(Only authorized users can view it for the time being) Just a little something that lives in my brain rent free, just a little side project/hobby for when I can't sleep, let's see where this takes me?

Leo dies in the PD and gets reincarnated, the fic: featuring Leo's quarter-life crisis! Speedrunning how to be the yokai equivalent of a cat, and figuring out what the flippity fudge he's supposed to do now?!

(My brain can't think of a good summary yet, but I'll probably go back and update this blob of text when it does)

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(ROTTMNT) Been Looking For The Brightside (Ao3)

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(Only authorized users can view it for the time being) Another ye olde 'Leo was raised separately' fic. Leon hit Draxum with the dad beam, planned shenanigans and worldbuilding, just another little something to entertain myself with writing <3

I have a vague plot and a mushpile of ideas for this, bare with me ;3

[spoonsock]

Show me love pt.1

Part 2

Gwen Stacy x fem! Reader

No Spider-woman AU!!

This is basically a retelling of the movie “Show me love (1998)” or “Fucking Åmål (1998)”, I just switched the characters but the plot is practically the same. I only kept Jessica’s name from the movie, I gave the rest of the characters other names. I definitely recommend watching the movie! I also recommend reading the synopsis for it before reading this but it’s not necessary to watch the movie to read this.

This is all soooo chaotic but tbh the whole movie is chaotic so don’t blame me if you simply don’t understand some parts because honestly neither do I🤷‍♀️

Considering that this will only cover up like the first part of the movie, I’ll write a part two and possibly a part three, but only if this gets some attention, which I doubt cuz it’s awfully written but still please lmk if you want me to write the rest 😭🙏

Synopsis: After the death of her best friend, Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy doesn’t do friends. She’s sad and a loner, the quiet, weird girl who sits alone at lunch. But she’s also secretly in love with the popular, beautiful and upbeat Y/N, who yearns for an interesting life.

Warnings: homophobia, underage drinking, mentions of (underage) drug use, has some angsty parts, OOC Gwen, reader and the rest of the characters do not really know how lesbianism works, all the characters are dumb little teenagers don’t expect much maturity in this, not proofread whoops, also wrote this when I was sleep deprived so I guess most of it doesn’t make sense

“Happy birthday to youuuu! Happy birthday to youuu!”

Those were the first words she heard when she woke up. Groaning, she opened up her eyes and sat up straight, smiling at the sight of her dad holding a delicious looking cake in front of her.

“Happy birthday dear Gwen, happy birthday to you”, he sang as she grinned up at him and blew the candles on the cake. “Thanks dad”

He sat down next to her when she noticed he was holding some papers in his hands, aside from the cake. “What’s that?” Gwen asked as he handed her the papers. Birthday invitations. Her smile turned into a frown as she gave him a disapproving look.

“Dad-“ “Before you say anything, please, just consider”, he interrupted her, already knowing what she was going to say. He knew she wasn’t the most social person, especially after the death of her friend, her best friend, Peter Parker. He knew she didn’t have anyone aside from him. Not even the girls from the band she used to be in, before she gave up on that too. But then she lost him, and he saw her whole world fall apart. He watched her lose interest in everything that used to make her happy. He watched her lose her spark. And it pained him so much. But he hoped that maybe, all she needs is a little push. She can’t be alone her whole life. So, a party, he thought, couldn’t be a bad idea.

She looked at him, then down at the invitations, and then back to him. “Dad, I don’t have who to give them to”.

“Honey, you have to find some friends. I know it’s hard after Peter’s de-“ Gwen tensed up at the mention of his name and suddenly moved around on her bed to get up, making the cake almost fall down and smudge everywhere. “Fine, I’ll give them out!”, she rolled her eyes before getting up to get ready for school. “Gwen, you don’t have t-“, he was interrupted once again by the aggressive slamming of the door. The cop sighed sadly.

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To say that you never had the best relationship with your sister would be an understatement. Sometimes, even the smallest, pettiest things she did would absolutely infuriate you. Today on the repertoire of shit she did that pissed you off was taking the last of the chocolate milk.

“I HATE YOU” you screamed as you poured the containing of her cup right onto her head. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??!” She yelled as she grabbed on your hair and threw you on the floor. You kicked and trashed around as your poor mother came in asking what what the hell is happening. “YOU CAN ASK Y/N”, said your sister, Jessica, as she ran out of the kitchen.

“I don’t understand, I am so tired of this! I’ve been working all night!” Your mother said, as you looked down in shame. “Sorry. We didn’t mean to wake you up”

She sighed, “What was it this time?”

“She took the last of the chocolate milk” you answered quietly, feeling guilty. “She took the last of the chocolate milk?” She repeated, disbelief in her voice. You nodded and started swiping the spilled milk off of the floor with a piece of paper with your foot.

You got ready and exited the house, about to make your way to school, when you saw a guy with a moped who you recognized as Jonah.

“Hi”, he said. “Hi, you live here?”. “No, just had to do something here. You want a ride? You can take the helmet” he offered but you rejected, claiming you’ll walk and hoping he’ll leave you alone.

“You coming to Christian’s tonight?”. “Maybe”, you replied while still heading off. You heard him mumble something but ignored it.

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Taking out the stuff from her locker, Gwen saw a classmate she acquainted sometimes. She remembered the party invitations before deciding, fuck it, she’ll try. So she went up to the girl in the wheelchair, who’s name was Marie, and gave her the invitation. “Here”, she said, “I’m having a party apparently”. Thanks” replied the girl.

“You? Having a party?”, asked one of the mean, popular girls, who’s name Gwen didn’t know and frankly didn’t want to know. “No”, she said quickly and tried to stop the girl from taking the invitation from Marie, but she wasn’t fast enough. The bitch took the card and started teasing Gwen, but she grabbed the invitation back and shooed her off. She was about to go back to her locker when she heard a certain voice. Your voice.

“Jessica, I’m so sorry, I’m such a fool. I promise to never spill chocolate milk on you”, you hugged your sister tightly and continued to apologize, feeling genuinely sorry. Gwen didn’t know what it was about you that made her like you. She wrote songs about you, she wrote about you in her diary, she dreamed of you and all that stupid shit. It made her so confused. You had a reputation of being with so many guys, it didn’t make sense to her as to why she was so attracted to you of all people. But it is what it is, and she continued to stare at you as you talked to your sister.

In class, she wrote your name over and over in her notebook, drawing stars and hearts around it, while you were bored to death in another classroom, not even attempting to listen to what the teacher was droning on about.

During lunch, you sat with your “friends” and talked about how you wanna go to a rave or something, complaining about how bored you are, unaware of the certain blonde staring at you, sitting a few tables away, next to Marie. “You are so boring!”, you exclaimed to no one in particular before laying your head on the table.

“We could go to Gwen’s party”, one of your associates, the very girl who teased Gwen just a few hours ago, mentioned. You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion. “Which Gwen?”

“Gwen, aren’t you having a party?”, the girl turned to Gwen and sneered at her, while she tried not to listen to the bitch.

“Everything is so boring! I hate my life!”, you cried out, ignoring whatever was happening around you.

“Gwen!”, the mean girl continued yelling at the blonde as she got up. “Gwen, we’ll come to the party!”. Gwen flipped her off and ran out of the cafeteria. You didn’t bother to raise your head even when the other girls from your table started yelling at the blonde.

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“Mum, it isn’t a rave, it’s just a normal party!”, Jessica tried explaining to your mother, who caught you both in the lift while you were half naked. To elaborate, you have no mirror in your house so to see what you look like you have to use the mirror in the escalator. You were getting ready to go to Christian’s, you took off your pants in the lift, looking at yourself in the mirror, waiting for Jessica, who you told to bring you your skirt, but she forgot, and as the two of you were arguing in the lift, the door of it opens and reveals your mother who sees you hiding behind your sister in a tank top and underwear and throws a tantrum, saying you can’t go out.

“You can stay here together and have fun, while I’m at work. I bought chips and soft drinks”

“Well done, Y/N. Welcome home”, your sister says sarcastically making you roll your eyes.

The moment your mother leaves you start rummaging through the medicine cabinet, complaining how you wanna do drugs. “None of those will do anything”, Jessica retorts making you pout and spit out the random pill you put in your mouth. “I’ll do something else then. I’ll fall in love”, “I thought you already were. With that Italian guy?”, “He wasn’t Italian. Maybe Bosnian. Whatever. I’m not in love with him”, you speak as you lay your head on your sisters lap when suddenly the phone rings. Jessica answers and says it’s the guy you saw this morning, Jonah. “He wants to know if you’re coming to Christian’s. He’s in love with you.” You make a sour face. “Ugh!” You groan. “What? I thought you wanted to fall in love?”, “Not with Jonah Hult! There’s no way I’m going to Christian’s now. I’d rather go to Gwen’s”

Your sister turns to you with wide eyes, “To Gwen’s? Are you braindead or what?” You throw a hairbrush at her. “What if there’s nice guys there?”, “At Gwen’s?”, your sister asks again. “Might be! Please!!” You give her your best puppy eyes and she looks at you before tsking “Fine, fine”. You squeal in happiness and kiss her cheeks.

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Gwen and her dad sit in their living room in an awkward silence.

“No one’s coming dad, let’s just eat”. “Have some patience Gwen”, he tries lightening her up. Soon enough the doorbell rings and it’s Gwen’s classmate, Marie. Chief Stacy helps her with her wheelchair and they all sit together in the living room. Gwen opens up the present Marie got her, a bottle of perfume, before saying how she can’t accept it. Something snaps inside her before she yells at Marie, calling her a crippled idiot and saying how she never even wanted to be her friend, while her dad tries to stop her. Marie goes home and Gwen storms to her room. Her dad tries to comfort her while she cries and yells at him, about how she has no friends, about Peter’s death, about something being wrong with her, about wanting to die. She lays there as chief rubs her back not knowing what to do or to say, then finally proposing to go eat the special dinner he prepared for her party when she calms down.

They eat peacefully until the doorbell rings again and Gwen shakes her head, telling her dad to not let in whoever’s there. He tells her to put away the dishes while he tells off the people who came. Gwen does as told then goes to the bathroom to wash her face. Her eyes are puffy and red from crying and she looks like a mess. She hasn’t looked this bas since Peter’s death.

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You ring the doorbell a couple of times. No one answers and Jessica urges you to leave it, until the door opens and, the person you suppose is Gwen’s father, let’s you in. He gives you some wine and tells you to wait in Gwen’s room so you go up there. You fill up your two glasses with wine and clink them together while looking around the room. It’s filled with posters on the walls, there are many cds and books on the bookshelf, and there is a drum kit in the very middle of it all.

“What party is this? Are we the only ones?”, your sister asks you and you shrug. “Why complain, Jess? We’ve got wine and everything”, you smile at her. “Yes but like…….Okay, we’ll drink the wine and leave”, “Deal”, you say as you continue to sip on it happily.

Unbeknownst to you, Gwen gets out of the bathroom to see her dad sitting on the couch, watching the TV. “Wasn’t someone there?”, she asks. “Yes, but they weren’t hungry so I gave them some wine and sent them to your room”. Confusion arises in her “And who was it?”. “Y/N and Jessica”. At the mention of your name, panic wakes in Gwen.

Meanwhile, in her room, you see some notebooks sprawled across her work table so you rummage a bit through them, but one of them falls down and opens on the floor, giving you access to what’s inside and the contents of it do surprise you. Inside of it are written poems and you can tell they’re beautiful even though you don’t get to read them fully because you suddenly hear the door knob shuffling. But whoever is trying to enter is unable. “What the-, open the door!”, you hear from the outside.

“Did you lock the goddamn door?”, you turn to Jessica but she just gives you a look and starts giggling. She runs to the door, “I’m just ummmm….I’m just-I’m just changing!”, she tells Gwen on the other side and you accidentally let out a loud chuckle. “You’ve got a skirt on!”, you whisper-yell at her while still trying not to laugh. Gwen sighs and leans on the door, waiting for you to finish changing, apparently.

“Have you heard she’s a lesbian?”, Jessica asks you. “What! Really?”, you reply and your sister makes gagging noises saying how that’s gross.

The wine made you a little tipsy and you don’t think it through before you start speaking to the door.

“Gwen, is it true that you-“, Jessica quickly covers your mouth while giggling her ass of with you.

“Aren’t you done yet?”, comes from the other side of the door and Jessica tells her you guys will be finished in a second.

“I think it’s cool”, you say and receive a blank stare from your sister. “Cool? Are you serious?”, “Yeah. I’m gonna be one too when I grow up”. “Come on”, your sister tsks at you.

“Open up now!”, Gwen yells and you turn to Jessica. “Let her in, she’s nice”

“If she’s so nice, go out and neck her then, Y/N”, she challenges you and you chuckle.

“Okay. And what do I get if I do?”, “If you do what?”, “If I neck her.”, “You’ll get AIDS probably”, your sister says matter of factly.

“If I kiss her, will you give me 100 bucks?”, she laughs and your request and offers 20 bucks, to which you agree and tell her she’ll have to leave.

“You won’t dare to do it, though”, she sneers and you whisper bet to her as you unlock the door and let the blonde in and your sister out. She doesn’t even acknowledge Gwen as she leaves the two of you alone in the room.

“Hi”, you tell her and she says hi back while picking up the notebook from the floor and putting it away. She leans on her worktable and avoids eye contact with you while you intently stare at her. The wine made your vision just a tad bit blurry, but even through clouded eyes you still admire the blonde’s beauty.

“Why can’t you sit over here?”, you ask referring to her bed on which you are sitting. “Why, what for?”, she asks back with suspicion laced in her voice. “There’s something I wanna tell you”, you answer knowing damn well you ain’t got nothing to say, you just want the 20 bucks.

“Can’t you just say it?”, she crosses her arms and you look around, catching Jessica’s eyes. She’s in front of the room watching you through the crack of the slightly opened door. You try not to smile when you see her and put a fake pout on your face. “I-I just don’t want Jessica to hear it”, you fake out a stutter, inwardly laughing at how stupid you sound.

She looks at you for a second before mumbling a fine and sitting next to you. “It’s just that”, you move closer to her. “You’re so pretty”, her eyes widen slightly when you say that but before she can react, you grab her face and kiss her passionately. She finally starts returning the kiss as the butterflies erupt in her stomach but you accidentally catch Jessica’s stare again and suddenly break contact with Gwen and run out of the room. Your sister grabs your hand, “Jesus, Y/N, you’re insane! That’s is so disgusting!”, she laughs as you two leave the house and run as far as you can, leaving Gwen in her room to process what just happened.

You kissed her. Y/N kisses her. But then you ran away. Your laughter and Jessica’s words suddenly echo in her mind. “That is so disgusting!” All the butterflies disappear from her tummy and that awful feeling in settles in her gut. She feels…humiliated. She guesses you probably ran of to all of your stupid bitch friends to tell them how you kissed Gwen and how stupid she probably looked.

Tears appeared in her eyes. She wanted to scream and to yell and to beat you the fuck up for making a fool out of her. But you were God knows where laughing and making fun of her. Gwen laid down on her bed and let out all of her tears, as if she hasn’t cried enough already tonight. This was the worst birthday ever.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO CUZ I AIN’T WRITING THAT FOR NO ONE!

I’m impulsively posting this and I’ll regret it in the morning.

[kidrauhlschik]

4. Tangled Memories - Lee Know AU

Post Traumatic Amnesia (PTA) is a transient state of confusion, disorientation and memory loss that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury. PTA is sometimes also referred to as post traumatic confusional state and can occur from the moment of injury until the return of continuous memory.

The accident was a tragedy.

But it was the best tragedy to ever happen to you.

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Final Part - See pt 1, 2, & 3 on the Masterlist linked above

Warnings: angst, f!reader, enemies to lovers, drunk driving, gaslighting, Fighting, yelling, cursing, angst, heartbreak, lies, angst, accidents, not proofread, minho is mean, lmk if I missed anything!!

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You find the note the next morning and immediately crumple it up and throw it in the trash. Since when has Minho been so sentimental and needy?

You can understand that he's over whatever rivalry he two of you used to have, but you're not. Up until the day before, you thought Minho was good, perfect even, but opening your eyes and remembering all of the awful things he's made you deal with made things so much different.

For starters, you can't believe that you trusted him. He's just as manipulative and sneaky as he's always been. He took advantage of your vulnerable state and made you depend on him. He would have been okay with you dying that day and all of the sudden he's not.

Yet, he also coaxed you down from your panic attacks, he made sure to always available for when you needed him, he stayed with you around the clock when you were injured. Thing is, you wouldn't have gotten injured if it wasn't for him.

The back and forth is overwhelming so instead of pondering on the fact you go to check your phone, which probably made things even worse.

Chris: He told me. Im so sorry. Its all my fault.

Innie: Wanna talk? I heard what happened.

Seungmin: I can't believe you didn't tell us you were remembering stuff.

Hyunjin: I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark. We need to talk.

Lix: Hey wanna come over? I can make us brownies and we can talk things out.

Changbin: Are you okay?

Jisung: Minho is really sorry. I am too. We all are. Can we talk it out?

Chris: Please?

Not wanting to deal with everything right now, you shut your phone off and begin your day. It's time to clean up and enroll in classes again. You should probably catch up with your other friends as well, you'd been very distant because you were always hanging out with Minho. It's best to keep busy and avoid thinking about that snake.

Tragically, as snakes would have it, Minho manages to slither his way inside your thoughts on a regular basis for the next month. As much as you hate it, you couldn't help seeing him in everything. He was in your sheets, in your kitchen, next to you on the couch, in the park, in the flowers, and in the sunset. Everything reminded you of him, every version of him, the bad and the good, and you're not sure which one you prefer.

Classes were to start in a week, through your circumstances, the school was able to let you enroll late to your classes, but you were now a year behind. There's so much to catch up on, yet your brain allows something to distract you from your studies, and that something is always Minho. He hasn't made an effort to make contact with you, which reassures you that whatever he had going on was all made up in his head. Maybe it was all a moment of hysteria.

The hysteria felt awfully real to you though. You can't help but doubt yourself and ask if the sleezy, ignorant, cold Lee Minho actually felt something for you, or if you felt something for him. That's why it's better to keep busy rather than to sit and ponder.

Chris: Wanna come over? It'll just be me and Jisung :)

You had forgiven the guys awfully quickly for your predicament. You could see why they'd put Minho in that situation in a moment of anger, they didn't even know that you were remembering your past, and although you wished they would have stepped up more to impede the shit show that happened with Minho, you can tell that they're sorry. They're your best friends after all, but you were still keeping them at an arms distance for the time being. Except for Hyunjin. He always encouraged you to chase after Minho and you couldn't help but too feel betrayed at that. No one else pushed you into his arms but Hyunjin did, and who knows? Maybe if he hadn't, you could've remained civil with Minho instead of playing house.

When you walk inside of Chan's dorm, the smell of warm pizza welcomes you like a warm hug.

"Hey! How are you?" Jisung asks from the couch beside Chan.

"I'm good, thank you." You offer a small smile in return as you take off your coat to lay it on the nearest clean, flat surface.

The place is a mess, there a cups everywhere, the trash is overflowing, and the entire floor had become a laundry basket. "I don't keep you guys in check for a year and all of the sudden your place becomes a pigs den?" You laugh while sprawling yourself on Chris' couch, throwing your legs over Jisung.

"Hey! It wasn't us, it was -" Jisung gets cut off by Chan discretely pinching his leg under the blanket. The younger winces but remains silent.

"Yeah, Jisung's been a mess lately." Chris smiles apologetically.

"Haha. Yeah, sorry." Jisung adds.

You couldn't help but feel as if they were hiding something, but before you could question them, the front door swings open.

"Jisung. What the hell do you want? I was in the middle of practice." The second Minho spots you, he freezes like he did before. Loss for words, he just stares at you as if he'd seen a ghost. He wants to walk out and get as far away from you as he can, but he also wants to run up to you and hold you in his arms. He wants to apologize over and over again, he wants to beg for your love, but he knows better than to think that you'd accept him.

You immediately hop off the couch, quickly on guard, wishing that he wasn't standing in front of you. Seeing him in your memories was very different than seeing him in real life. He looked thinner, tired, and restless. The Minho you had been seeing for the past year looked happy and healthy. Now he was drowning in his hoodie, his hair was messy, and his expression read exhaustion. You couldn't help the worry that seeped its way into your brain.

"What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I live here." Still staring at you in shock, unfortunately, it seemed that he'd gotten even better at hiding his emotions.

"What about your place?"

"I got kicked out for not maintaining the place while I lived with you."

Was he implying that this was your fault?

"You never had to live with me in the first place." An argument. Something you were both so used to, now caused an ache in both of your chests. Your words catch at the base of your throat, and Minho doesn't even have the energy to argue.

Minho finally takes his eyes off of you, scanning the area, looking at the mess he'd made at his friends dorm. The past month had been hell for him. He kept on beating himself up anytime he had a second alone with his thoughts. The only good thing he had done since he left your place was joining the school's dance team, hoping that doing something he enjoyed could take his mind off of you. He was wrong. Every time he showed up to practice, he remembered that you were the only reason he was doing this, not giving up on his dream. He was undereating and overworking himself to the bone, which was not the healthiest coping mechanism but the other option was to rot away in the couch.

He nods and makes a move to turn away, leaving the dorm again.

"Don't walk away Lee Minho!" He pauses his steps but doesn't turn around.

"You wanted me to leave."

"It's not that easy! I don't know what I want okay? I'm in shambles. I want you to leave, but I want you to come back right after. I want you to cry but it hurts to see you in pain. I trust you but I hate you. Worst of all I love you, but I don't even know what's real anymore." You throw your arms up in desperation, not even realizing that Jisung and Chris had left the area long ago. "I just want to know what's real."

Minho finally turns to look at you with an expression that can best be read as indignation. Or was it desperation?

"You want to know what's real? The real thing is that I want to know every part of you, every scar, every bruise, I want to trace the map of you! All of you and every thing about you. My fingers a compass, and your freckles the constellations that I will chart in my heart. That way, when I close my eyes I'll have you in my stars forever, because guess what? You're already in everything else! You're in the sun, in the air, and in my reflection. I'm drowning in the memory of you and the worst part is that I can't even see you!" Minho walks towards you but you stay frozen in place.

"It's never been the way you looked, it was always the way you were. You were like me, both broken and angry. It wasn't until I saw you behind the walls and I was able to see you bare. I would have fallen in love with you with my eyes closed, but I never could because we never allowed each other the chance. You told me that you didn't want to be the shell of who you are, so why can't you let yourself be happy?" He's face to face with you know, a mere couple of feet apart. He was no longer loud, but more so calm. His plea turning into a confession.

"From the moment I saw you making a fool of yourself in that park, I knew that you were worth the broken heart. Finish breaking my heart, and you'll find yourself inside. I'm sorry, but I'll never find the right words for you. You are my everything, always, and even that is not enough."

"Minho stop." Somewhere in the middle of his speech, your eyes decided to betray you and tears were now freely streaming down your face.

"I'm glad I found you, the real you, because before you, I never knew what to wish for. Want me to be honest?" He laughs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I'm terrified of letting you in. I'm scared to see myself more clearly through your eyes, wondering if I'm good enough. I already lost you, but the truth is that not having you scares me more than all the other truths of love. So please, look at me in the eyes and tell me that I'm not being real right now."

He's mere inches away from you, searching for an answer on your face.

So many thoughts but no clear answer runs through your mind, you're just overwhelmed by his confession, the situation, his mere presence, is not letting you think clearly whatsoever. So you break eye contact and make a bee line for the door. While holding the door knob, you stop and say your last words.

"Sorry Minnie."

Minnie.

The one term of endearment that Minho allows to give him hope.

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Of course on the first day of class you'd be running late. You hated being late and the stress of studying is weighing heavy on your shoulders. How could the morning be any worse?

Luck is a funny thing though. Just when you think things couldn't get worse, they always do.

You bump into someone that simply continues walking, making you drop all of your notecards and papers on the floor. You immediately bend down to begin collecting everything, but there is so much going on around you. People playing around, others trying to find a seat, and more reuniting with their friends after the summer. So much people, so many noises, this is why you're never late to anything. The stress begins to build even more, to the point where your hands begin to shake, needing to move faster in order for you to find your own seat.

His hand comes out of nowhere. Body shoving away the people that were stepping on your stuff, rushing to pick everything up to help you. He hands everything he collected in a neat pile and you cautiously take it. He then turns to the nearest desk on his left, grabbing two coffees and handing you one.

"Hey, I'm Lee Minho. Looks like we're in the same class. Wanna sit together?"

Starting from where you left off was messy, but maybe starting from the beginning wouldn't be so bad. It will take time, but it might be worth it. If everything was real, it will definitely be worth it and more.

"I'm Y/N. I'm down, but I have to warn you, I can be a bit mean at times."

He laughs and hovers a hand on your lower back to guide you to the two empty seats next to each other.

"I wouldn't change that for the world." He gives you a small smile that could also be a smirk. He had the audacity to be cocky?

Despite that, you can't help the little ray of sunshine that warms you from the inside.

“I hope you mean that Lee Minho.”

“I always mean what I say.”

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A/N: okay, i am not in love with the ending but honestly if it was up to me, i would've ended it on the last chapter. I'm trying something new w happy endings. Thank you so much for reading!!

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judas kiss / t.s

part three of dishonest (mini series)

 authors note// hi thank you so much for your feedbacks, if i have anything unfinished yall really want another part too please lmk bc i literally have lots of ask/request or even things ive started up & forgot ab or have in my drafts. butt i am going through and finishing out some stuff, i just took a vacation and rlly needed some me time... BUT IM BACK BITCHES!!!

   also... holy shit a thousand something followers!!!! thank you guys seeing the endless love and support of my writings has boosted me into starting my own book series ... but thats for another spill. thank you again for following me on my journey of my shitty writings to my development.

i got this tip thing working, i do work full time & go to school so any tips are welcomed and appreciated but either way ty all.

anywhore here is the third part/ im thinking final part as well. let your imagination think of the end... unless too many of yall want more.

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summary: lying about your identity, leads you face to face with the one and only thomas shelby. as chaos unravels much more surfaces as well.

  staring in the mirror, feeling the old, yet the familiar feeling of a silk night gown cascading down your body. remembering the time lasted only for a mere few years. years you weren’t happy. the bruises were faded mainly, except the slight pain in your ribs still.

 taking small pain killers help.

 the day has left you tired leaving the rest of the clothing in the corner of the room. laughing almost as you take in the fact; he really did get you some new clothes. as well as being kind of enough to grab some of your own from your apartment.

 which you were notified was absolutely trashed, yet hidden away you found a picture. one of you, your mum and sister. so young... so innocent. the memories of everything was building up.

 the gown fit you nicely though, the cloth was soft and comfortable. something you almost forgot what felt like, since being alone on the run . glancing over at the clock noticing it was getting late. 

biting your lip softly, things mule over in your head. how thomas was and if maybe, just maybe you two met under a different circumstance. hell even just a re-do of your meetings.

 ignoring it as your hair gets tucked behind your ear. deciding to leave this room and not be cooped up.

 as you step out, your eyes flicker down the hall. movements halting as your mind comes more clear. he was right there in that room.

 the room you’ve seen him enter a mere few times. the light flickers through the crack of the door. it was there. right in front of you. 

 hand never leaving the door knob, biting your lip in deep thought. happy he got you your clothes from home, as well as a few new items. must’ve gotten help from a lady because there’s no way he chose these alonesome. 

 shaking these thoughts your feet spring into action. hand beside you now as your focus was on where he was. fist raising to knock on the ajar door. it swings open wider, creaking slightly as thomas sets some papers down. 

 smoke still in hand as his eyes lift to yours, exhaling the smoke from his lips. he lifts it back up, inhaling again taking in the sight of you. in more different clothing than anything he has seen before. work uniform, one little outfit, and his clothing. you looked good, stunning in a way.

 he was as he usually was, expect a bit more exposed.

 the anger still present when your wounds become more visible, thankfully more faint now. he’s already sent john to deal with that particular matter, but now he had to deal with some stuff tonight.

 “got to look at the stuff, thank you.” giving him a small smiling, trying to make this attempt for a better start forward. needing time to plan future things as your mind hasn’t had a hint of peace.

 he nods licking his lips, ashing in the tray.

 “can’t have you walking around naked, can we?”

  the joke brought a smile small to your lips, as your head thinks about the picture. unaware if he knew it was there or if someone else did the work. his focus is back on the papers making you step in. taking in this private study he enchants himself too; felt like him.

 biting your lip softly, the sight of him before you has your mind in another place. he looks like something you saw only moments before. a mirror image of yourself. less battered and bruised on the outside though, yet he was tired. his eyes red, the bottle out in the open. he was more open, more vulnerable.

 “y/n?”

 you shake your head, a blush crosses your cheeks. “sorry. what ya’ say?” 

he holds back his emotion, but his attention is now yours. “i’ve gotta meeting tonight, tomorrow some more to do. until then just stay here, out of harms way for the love of god.”

 he stands up and stares at you. your lip ends up between your teeth, feeling a bit nervous. he didn’t sound so serious so fierce, he sounds exhausted. as you were to even fight back, which he noticed.

 “if you are up by the time i get home, we should talk.” your eyes narrow at his words, nodding slightly. hands coming up to brush your hair back once more.

 “just knock on my door when you get back, thomas.” 

 with that you open the cracked door wider, rushing out of the room. everything felt too tense too unsettling in there. only when his footsteps become noticeable, you realize he was following you.

 heart racing as you reach halfway down the hall, nearing the stairs. for a moment, your eyes flicker to the front door. 

 the thought crosses your mind. ignoring it as you continue to ‘your’ room desperate that he isn’t actually following. that he would walk himself down those stairs instead.

 as you reach the door his presence was there, the defeat leaves you. turning around to face him. his face was inches from yours. something deep in his eyes as he pushes the door open.

 “thomas?”

 the door closes behind you as he is now only standing in front of you, a heave in his chest almost. “their dead, alright? the men from that night, their gone.”

 your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “wh-why are ya’ tellin’ me this?” he comes forward cupping your cheek. the look in his eye is something you’ve seen before. loss.

 staying still in his embrace, “i-i don’t want ya’ scared of me... for some fuckin’ reason.”

 the confession made your mouth shut completely. “i don’t want ya’ scared at all.”  it didn’t feel exactly true but it what was easiest for him to say. 

that was until he pulls you onto his lips. hands landing on his chest, mouth moving with his out of instinct. pulling away as you push him back slightly. staring into the eyes of a loss man, knowing this could end terribly. 

your chest rises and falls quickly, “i- told ya-”

 “tell me to stop then, y/n.” the deep stare between you two leaves something rattling inside of you. 

 “i-i get your past. i know mines fucked, but i-...” you trail off biting the inside of your cheek for a moment. the internal debate ends with him pushing forward.

 lips on his he pulls you close, your hands around his neck as you both fall back on the bed straddling him. his hands push against your back, deepening the kiss. the hold on you wasn’t harsh, just tight possessive like. as if you were to disappear at any moment.

 pulling away for air, his lips trail from your cheek to your neck. the giggle escapes your lips involuntarily, and for a moment thomas sighs. not of boredom and displeasure but of relief.

 it made your heart swirl because you felt it too. the non-serious feeling of this. even though it wouldn’t last, it felt real for the moment.

 his hand slips down from your waist onto your thighs. eyes flickering back up at you. your hands tug at his shirt, him taking the hint to remove it. the bare chest was there and now you could really look at it.

“thomas.”

 his hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. he flips you over and he holds himself up against you. your back against the bed, other hand trailing between your thighs, you just as desperate for his touch.

 he lifts the gown up slowly, teasing you with his touch. his head drops into the crane of your neck, kissing it softly before tugging your panties down softly. a soft gasp escapes you and he whispers something in your ear.

 “so fuckin’ beautiful.”

 your eyes roll back as he swirls your clit, the sensation incredible. “fuck.”

 “taste good too.”

 he enters a finger before he slowly moves his body down. his motion was slow and you whine when he leaves you. looking down seeing him between your thighs now, inches from you. his eyes flicker up, the blue prominent.

“impatient ay’?” your hand flies into his hair. trying to ignore the urge to roll your eyes,

“did ya’ forget that already?”

 without another word his tongue swirls around you, a soft moan leaves you. he continues but slowly adding a finger. your calves press into his shoulders more, leaving his tongue to move slightly faster.

 “oh th-” he slides another finger in making your words cut short, back arching off the bed slightly. giving him access to push your gown up above your breast. his hand comes back down around your thighs, feeling them shake around him.

 unable to take it anymore your hand pushes at his head, but he holds it down instead. speeding up as your stomach drops, a moan leaving your throat. liquid coats his fingers and tongue as he stands up completely.

 “do ya’ love anyone y/n?” the question caught you off guard. your breathing uneven coming down from your high; his pants drop and your body felt even more turned on.

 “never really had a chance to experience love. probably doesn’t exist.” you confess the mere summary as you spread your shaky legs. his grip on them tightens, moving you closer to him.

 he stares down at you in a way that you truly didn’t understand. “i like ya’, ms.solomons.” he confesses as he spits down on you. the action so dirty, but the confession so clean.

 “just y/n, thomas.” the intent was known and he kisses your knee before moving. the feeling of him entering you slowly, made you grip his arm that held your waist. 

 “i sometimes-” you stutter out as he rocks against you slowly, fighting to keep your eyes open.

 “i sometimes like to believe it could be true.”

 he leans forward, the angle deeper than before as he kisses you deeply. his free hand coming to cup your jaw. his hips pick up speed leaving you a moaning mess in his mouth.

 he was gentle, taking in what you reacted too. this wasn’t your first time but he felt as if you were innocent in a way. your eyes flicker up to him before you tug your dress over your head.

 leaving you both completely exposed, “it’s true.” he confesses pulling away, turning holding you up against him as he lays down. your knees against the bed as he bucks up into him.

 “ya’ crazy mr.shelby.” he pushes your hips down even more leading to the familiar feeling arise again. your nails sink in his shoulder, biting your lip clinging to him.

 “say’s the one who’s dead.” you try to get a witty remark out but your orgasm spreads, feeling yourself starting to clench.

 “yet ya’ look so fucking alive around me.” the wetness spreads down your thighs as he doesn’t let you go. “m-maybe i feel alive- with ya’.” the deep moan leaves you, the feeling of your bare chest touching had you in a whirl.

 he’s buried deep in you as you cling to him, almost in tears overstimulated. you beg him. “tho-thomas. i-”

“so fuckin’ good.” his his shake slightly, as he leans back staring into your eyes. “do you trust me?” at how you were feeling you’d trust anything. your eyes flutter but you nod.

  he stutters into you as his releases inside you making your eyes widen. pulling back panting as his eyes connect with yours. two different looks.

 “wh-what did you do?”

 “do ya’ trust me?” the logic in the room was clearly not there because without a second thought you nod again. he kisses you softly, “be mine. stay alive and i promise ya’ everything you could need.”

 you pull yourself out of him, wincing at the feeling. your eyes stare into his, as the covers surround you,

“but you don’t love me.” 

 his eyes drop slightly, “i can see somethin’ in you. i need someone like ya’, think of this as something good.” you feel so exposed staring at him in disgust. “ya’-ya’ just came in me, who knows if i’ll get pregnant! thi-this is not gonna end well. what the fuck were ya’ thinking?”

 “what the fuck was i thinkin’? oh my go-”

 he sits up, “i’m thinking fuckin’ smart! ya’ know this shit, i am rising y/n, i need a wife and i need someone who can be that wife.” you stare at him and stop for a moment. it cut off your overthinking for a moment.

 it wouldn’t be real but it could be. yet either way you could be safe... you could be free of being on the run. you could be alive.

 “i need to think on it? i-i can have your answer tonight.” your words tremble slightly as you slip your gown on, facing away from him. “hey.” his hand lands on your shoulder. 

your flinch makes him wince, scooting closer to you. covered up with the sheets. “i haven’t asked just anyone this question. this is fuckin’ insane but i-i do like ya’. we can figure this shit out because you know it’s true.”

 “you need me just as much as i need you.” you mutter as a  small smile appears on your lips, “i need a shower for a fact and nap thomas. you have somewhere to be, should get going.”

 his hand leaves yours taking your hint, “i’ll knock on your door tonight. get some rest.”

after he redresses and the door closes behind him, the tears stream down your cheeks. you wanted him but you were so scared and conflicted.

 your answer was yes from the moment you realize he was as stubborn as you but you were now a ghost.

-

 you were laid down, the candles still lit allowing thomas to see your image. he walks closer but you were barely asleep. he sits down beside you and sighs heavily.

 he doesn’t know you’ve woken up, and his energy was strong. you figured thomas shelby out and for a man to keep you around long enough...

 you knew from the beginning you liked this man, but being ‘dead’ has made you believe any. any of that type of thing was impossible. slowly you turn over, facing the man who stares ahead.

 “eric is tryin’ to be a political man. if ya’ know alfie, imagine a sickenin’ no good bastard times a billion.... as him.” the words made thomas sit a bit straighter. you felt vulnerable now, half asleep tucked into a new home.

 you had to give a answer.

 “i’ve looked him up, he isn’t much and from what i’ve heard. alfie really doesn’t give two fucks for him.” the way he settles his sentence lets you know that eric is no threat. to you or himself in any aspect.

 “charlie’s mother, i-i won’t ask you to speak of her.” you sit up now, thomas takes in your sleepy appearance. “if i take on that boy as my own. i will love and teach him as my own, but you have to tell me about her so he can know his true mother.”

 your eyes swell up slightly. “she won’t be forgotten in your mind ever, i know that. so let me learn, let me be there for you so i don’t go crazy. so i-i can do better...”

 the words hit thomas and he only shifts to maintain his composure. you don’t notice since your emotional more so, but he knows he did right choosing you.

 “i have a story, everything about how to make you ‘undead’ since your job at it wasn’t the best.” that made your eyes look up at him.  “i know ya’ can’t be her, but i do have some’ towards you.” 

his hand reaches out to cup your face. “she wanted some of the stuff you did as well...”

 the deep stare was all that was needed, you let this moment last. he was gone when he lost her. loosing her was loosing apart of himself. you accepted it because you truly knew love was not meant for you in this lifetime.

 slowly breaking the moment, lips almost trembling but your composure well gathered now. “if we do this- ya’ can’t treat or make me out to be some fool of a house wife. i-i’m more than that and i’ll be damned to be one of your puppets.”

 moving out of his reach makes you ache for it more yet thomas sees something within you. you were sorta like polly sometimes. strongly determined woman.

 “ya’ help me stay together, ya’ help me keep this household together... my family together and whatever ya’ want is yours.” flickering from each eye, he awaits your response and you nod.

 “i agree, to be your wife. i agree to hold your secrets, now for i wish to get rid of the jewish ways though... go back to the gypsie ways. please.” your desperation was without notice and he kisses you.

 kissing you felt like kissing grace.

kissing you felt like kissing grace.

-

  setting down the glass of whiskey, your eyes train along the inside courier. everything was simple, everything was different. charles was taken to bed not too long ago, you didn’t see much of him but it made you think.

 too take on this responsibility was what you were raised for. yet you ran from it because eric was a vile man... so is thomas. your heart aches though due to the surprising feeling erupting yourself; that you may just like the man ever so slightly.

 with your past and his it felt like you both being so fucked up, it could work? sighing heavily and grabbing the glass once more. the liquid slips down your throat as you enjoy the peace of true alone time.

 telling his maid, well lady of help to head to sleep since you were up. if charles was to awake you could handle it or if need be. get her up. charles really ponders through your mind, for you would be like a mother.

 you could be his mother, yet you would never wanna replace his true mother. what was she even like? what did she view or believe? what the hell did she see in thomas shelby?

 he said she was a bit like you, in what fucking way?

 you move and see her painting and you looked nothing of her. she looked of class and elegance, some real princess shit. you didn’t compare to that, so what motive was this?

 make me alive again, was this his plan? biting your lip you throw back the remaining liquor. rolling your eyes at the empty cup, you head towards the kitchen.

 smiling to yourself of the kindness that francis left out the bottle for you. moving forward you almost reach the counter but you were hit over the head. your body hit the ground harshly, the glass breaking surrounds you.

 it flashes back to the moments of your mothers death. yet before you could react you were hit again, and the darkness overtook you.

-

 you awoke in a moving vehicle, head pounding your face contorts in displeasure. trying to focus your vision, your eyes land on a priest as well as a few other men.

 “hello miss solomons.” the priest smiles wickedly and you stare back unfazed, or atleast as much as you could appear.

 “well you see, there’s so many ways this here can go. yet as of right now, you are actually of great use.” his tone menacing and your head was spinning.

 you try desperately to maintain eye contact with his. unsatisfied with your response of nothing; he nods as one of his men move forward. the hit makes your head sling to the side. blood literally splattering onto the window beside you.

 the taste of blood in your mouth has became a all too familiar feeling. as you let your head hang lowly, you over hear someone mutter. “we are almost there.”   

 moving your hand to wipe your chin, seeing the back of your hand covebloody finally angers you. not knowing where this was going, you finally look back up. “i think we might just have to use the boy instead.” 

your heart drops, distracted now. the boy? of course it had to be...

“what boy?” you finally speak, it slightly muffled due to your severe swollen lip. this gets the mans reaction. “she speaks!”

 “what boy?” you question again, feeling a sense of protectiveness all of a sudden. what is going on with you?

 “ahh, mr.shelby’s boy. ya’ see we have a deadline, and i do have orders with him. oh i spoke to your cousin mr.solomons... he does seem to have a keen interest of seeing you.”

 sitting back you take in everything, the deep wrenching pain in your chest over came you. ”didn’t mention if it meant alive or dead, though. dear.”

 tears fill your eyes, as you realize everything. this was all a lie, a pawn, a game.

 “yet your price is a wager, does thomas care more for your safety or does your cousin? or i could merely kill you now and just let you be what you so ‘desire’.”

 his words let everything truly settle now. you never escaped. you just switched paths.

 it almost could make you laugh, until it did. you looked crazy and stupid but you were laughing, hysterically almost. wincing at your lip throbbing, heaving out as your head pounds from the movement. you stare into the mans eyes dazed. he stares back at you in discomfort but looks away.

 thomas got his own kid into this shit. he better have this all figured out. dizzy from the amount of hits to the head you’ve taken. you look back over and see the man on your right snatching out two pills. eyes widening slightly as you try to move back.

 “what is that? wh-wha-no!” the men hold you down, your kicks and hits defenseless. the pills shoved in your mouth. water forced down your throat whilst your nose was plugged, left you choking on the water. forcing you to swallow.

 yet they continue it for a few seconds longer, leaving you to start choking horribly. knowing it was swallowed, you were let go finally. shaking and drenched in water, you wildly swing your fist forward. 

pure rage in hitting the man on the right. your leg kicks the other guy, before you hit the priest once. a strong hit leaves you slumped, mind swirling until you were no longer able to stay awake.

-

 a strong jerk makes your eyes flicker open. charles was crying softly, making you ignore your own pain. sitting up you look at the man holding him. out of it but desperate you plea.

 “give him to me. please, i-i was a mother, i know how to make him stop.” you lie out of instinct but the man seems irritated and hands charles over with ease. ignoring their looks as we come to a stop.

 pressing a soft kiss to his head, you hold him soft rocking him softly. your watch the men get out of the vehicle, it was dark out now and your head hurt so bad.

 keeping it together for the sake of charles, you try to stay focused. the priest man comes back and you clutch charles more tightly, charles surprisingly soothes down within your hold.

 “come on, lets go.” knowing what happen last time, you slowly move out the car, careful with charles the cold wind hits your skin for your only in a nightgown and light sweater. which was blood stained.

 the darkness led you to follow him, but soon a room with light appears. you sat down as instructed, feeling the light make your head hurt worse. you notice the two other guys didn’t follow through and he was now alone.

 trying not to move, you let charles sit beside you. oddly enough he gave charles something to eat while you stay silent. he looks up at you with a smile.

 “the deal is all taken care of, you will be taken care of soon.”

 this sick bastard. he gets up suddenly looking back at me, “stay here.” the tone was threatening and you nod softly. scared of what might happen, you sit quietly listening in hard. 

moments pass before you heard the words uttered, “please don’t shoot.” you fly up, feeling dizzy from the quickness, glancing back seeing if charles will be okay. 

moving forward grasping the wall beside you, as the spots slowly fade from your vision. following the way he took trying to listen in on where the sounds were coming from.

 moving quicker at the noise of grunting and painful sounds, ignoring your own pain. you round the corner, taking in the sight of the priest guy fighting a younger guy. 

 in the oddest moment you notice a hat, the familiar hat. the cap thomas had, a similar one on the ground.  “you know who your fucking messing with?” 

 he throws the guy against a bench, swinging on him. both hands wrap around his throat in such a swift motion. the look on his face reminded you of what yours probably looked like. without thinking you grab a nearby book.

“i’ll take the fuckin’ life from ya’.” you throw the book, it missing your goal hitting him in the back. “leave him the hell alone!” rushing forward, as he turns around one arm coming out. his elbow hits you harshly making you fly back.

 hitting the side of a bench, your ribs aching out from the movement. not even knowing what you hit, you stay on the floor. tears leave your eyes unwillingly from the pain.

 flying back the back of your head slams into a bench, rolling over sideways. in a slump, you barely were able to make out what was in front of you. all the damage to your head, you knew in nursing this was severe.

“both of ya’ gypsie bastards” without a second thought, the man slices the priest eye. him stumbling back in pain, as the younger man kept coming and coming at him.

 “melanie?” you call out as you swore you heard her voice. snapping out of it at the slam open of doors.

 two men emerge from a door, too much in pain to handle that situation. trying to push up, hearing the sound of charles cries. “charles.” you gasp out, completely remembering the boy. 

managing to get up shakily, moving forward only to stop momentarily. taking in the sight of the bloody mess of the once alive priest. the image locks you in, before you turn back. your were weak and slow but you reach charles.

collapsing beside him leaning back against a near wall. ignoring everything in the world, for it was too much to bare. how odd you found yourself near something of pure innocence; after the chaos you just endured.

 charles babbles as you softly sob, “oh charles.”

“it’s alright.” the mans voice spoke, stopping you momentarily. you went silent uncertain exactly anymore of anything. despite everything though you speak up.

 “thank ya’.” your tone hush as if you weren’t bold to speak loud. the man sighs out and you wince.

 “but ya’ gotta get th-thomas.” the words slip out weakly, eyes flutter as they gaze upon the boy. not even noticing he came around the corner. blood soaked and shaken up, trying desperate to stay focused.

 “i’m michael, i’m tommy’s cousin.”

 so simple, which was all that was needed. “y/n solomons.” he helps you up, you lean against the wall as he scoops charles up. “hold onto my arm, there is a car outside.”

 managing to get inside, but once settled your body slumps. you try to stay up, but the tiredness takes over.

 still out not noticing you arriving at the shop, or that michael already took charles inside to the rest of his family. he notified them of you. ada and polly knew for they were the ones who helped you get your clothing.

 thomas spoke of you to arthur once.

 michael ends up carrying your lifeless looking form inside. polly rushing out orders, ada making a place for you to lay. you were set down and polly pushes your hair out of the way examining you, but when she touches you.

 her heart sank. for no reason apparent it just did. 

 “someone call thomas.” and the cheerful glee of happiness of charles was apparent but the dark silent loom of your appearance was one of unease.

 “mum, sh-she helped save him.” he confessed out to polly, who let out a sigh. “well call the damn doctor as well, for christ sakes.”

 your eyes flutter open slowly, “charles?”

 polly grasp your hand, “he’s safe dear, your both safe now.”

 “n-no my head. i can’t my head.” you groan in agony, and your heart aches. “thomas?”

 the room went silent. “tho-thomas?” polly speaks up, “he’s on the way.” yet after those words your eyes roll back. “the doctors on the way!” ada calls out and polly sighs in worry for the girl.

[crimnalseung]

pretty boy in glasses, please save me | p. sh

pairing. idol!sunghoon x fem!reader

sypnosis. after a long wait of being away from your boyfriend, you can’t help but gawk at the photos of that were taken of his arrival back home.

genre. smut (mdni!!)

wc. 2.2+k

warnings. dom!sunghoon & sub!reader, pure smut, making out, oral (both m. & f. receiving), cursing, fingering, praising, begging, nicknames (good girl, baby, hoonie), cum eating, multiple orgasms, riding, unprotected sex (no no), dirty talk (pls lmk if i missed anything!¡)

authors note. this my first ever fic on here so i hope this who read enjoy! also airport hoon pics got me inspired and i haven’t seen anyone make one about it so here you go🙌 (also i would love to see comments from you guys🫶)

your boyfriend.

park sunghoon.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw your sunghoon. you desperately missed and needed him to be in your arms again. without getting too upset about it, you looked at the brighter side. he was coming home today from one of their tour stops. glancing through on twitter, you saw many fan sites that posted pictures of them at the airport.

your mouth dropped once you seen a single photo of sunghoon. “oh my god.” he looked so hot. browsing more and more, the pictures of him wearing a full on suit and glasses made you feel something.

sure you wanted to touch yourself, but you stopped at the own action and waited for when he comes home. and who knows, maybe he’ll be glad you didn’t touch yourself down there ever since he did. he must’ve been in the van already from seeing a notification with his name pop up.

sunghoon | should i go over to your place first?

you | yes pls!

sunghoon | already on my way🫡

you were cheesing and giggling at your phone. you began to tidy up your apartment. the dishes were washed, the trash was taken out, and you made everything seem clean and presentable for him.

hearing knocks at the door made you immediately jump up and head towards it. the door slowly opened as your eyes met with his. the real deal was in front of you. how can he look more handsome than how he did in the pictures you saw online. sunghoon smiled once seeing your face.

you had only blinked once before being engulfed into a hug by him. he wrapped one arm around you shoulder and placed his hand on the back of your head, clenching onto your hair. he tucked his head into the side of your head bed taking a deep breath in. he exhaled in relief, “i missed you so much.”

“i’ve missed you too, hoon.” you smiled, grabbing around his jawline and attaching your lips in his. he reciprocated the kiss back, kicking the front door close behind him. his hand were on your waist while yours was circled with his neck.

he led the both of you to the couch, bringing you down on his lap. some slight groans and moans were there as you both inserted your tongues. you opened your mouth as a sign to talk. “i cant lie to you hoon, you look so hot right now.��� he let out a hearty chuckle.

“i’m so serious, your glasses and your suit. it almost made me touch myself, but are you glad? i didn’t do it for you.” your arms were still wrapped around his neck.

“hm? such a good girl for me. didn’t touch yourself for me?” he caressed your curves down to your hips. “i think you deserve an award for that, and also for complimenting me baby.” with the words slipping out his mouth, you began to slowly rub your hips in his lower area. sunghoon let a deep groan, acknowledging that it’s been a while since he did this.

he picked you up to place you back down on the couch. he got on his knees and started kissing around your thighs. “i can feel your warmth.” he mumbled out, making his grasp on you stronger.

you were wearing a dress, so he easily had access to lifting it up and seeing your lacy underwear. “all dolled up for me, i love it.” he proceeded with pressing kissed down on your clothed pussy. “so wet for me.” you knew he was taking his time, but you wanted his mouth to be in you already.

“h- hoonie” your whine made his head peak up. you turned your gaze into a seductive one. “please hoon, do something.”

“hm? what do you want?” you grabbed onto his fingers as a sign to touch you there. he released your hand from his. “y/n baby, you have to use your words.” sunghoon rubbed his hand up and down on your thigh, eyes staring into you saying to say what you have to say.

“please hoonie, i wanna feel your pretty fingers and mouth on me.” you beg ridiculously, furrowing your eyebrows. sunghoon let’s out a deep groan and adjusted his very bumpy bulge in his pants.

“there we go baby, i love it when you use your words.” he smiled at you like a prey before lifting your dress off your body. sunghoon licked his lips seeing your matching bra and underwear. he dipped his head down, fingers playing with the hems of your underwear.

“s- sunghoon, don’t tease me please.” you plead as you feel yourself soaked. “shh baby, almost there.” he fixated his gaze on you before taking a bite of the top part of your panty. he lifted your legs up, dragging your underwear off with his teeth.

with no hesitation, sunghoon pressed his face into your cunt, kissing and licking long stripes on it. you let out a loud whine, arching your back on the couch, “f- fuck!” his tongue was sliding all over your fold and his fingers were tightened to keep your legs open. you tried your best to keep your eyes open. the glasses he wore were fogging up from the warmth and his tall and pointy nose poked your cunt perfectly, with your scent being inhaled by him.

the sensation of him sticking his tongue in and out made you grip onto his hair out of pleasure. sunghoon really enjoyed eating your pussy out. “mm!” he stuffed his face full, flattening his tongue in your clit.

“feels s’good hoonie.” you kept your hands tangled with his hair, pushing. his head down every second. you let out a sharp moan out from sunghoon adding his digits into your hole. “s- shit!” with one hand rubbing your clit and the other fingering the living shit out of you made you intensely clench around his fingers.

“so fucking creamy, baby.” the rubbing motion he was doing became faster and you felt a familiar feeling coming. sunghoon felt you clench around his fingers, sensing your orgasm was soon. “i- i’m gonna cum hoonie.”

“c’mon baby, cum for me.” your mouth parted open as he continued satisfying you. “ah! fuck!”

your head tilted all the way back, releasing a silent moan. he tried his best to hold your legs back from the way you clamped your legs shut on his head. sunghoon continued to suck on your clit. your breathing was heavy again once again as you felt his tongue collecting all your cum. while your chest heaved up and down, he stood up, licking your liquid from his lips.

“we need to fix that foul mouth of yours, don’t we?” he asked, arms crossed. you nodded dumbly, tugging at his pants. “what did i say about using your words baby?”

“hoonie, please let me suck you off.” you both switch places, he was now sitting on the couch and you were on your knees.

you undid his belt, taking it off and also his slacks he wore. there was a wet spot on his gray underwear from his precum. you placed your palm, pressing down on his cock. he hissed at the touch of you and threw his head back. sunghoon was sure getting impatient and removed his underwear himself. his cock flew straight to his abdomen, tip red and twitching.

placing your hand on top of his shaft, you pressed your thumb onto the tip. “fuck, baby.” pumping his cock up and down, you lowered your head onto his base, finally having his dick in your mouth.

there nothing sunghoon loves more than having his cock being shoved down your throat. the lewd noises from your mouth made him let deep moans surround you. feeling your moans on his shift sent vibrations to him. his eyes are rolled back along with head hanged back. he’s pumping your head up and down.

“just likes that- shit! just like that baby” he tries saying, breath shifty. you continue to look at him through your lashes. one of your hands fondle with his balls, making him lift his hips a bit.

as much as sunghoon usually leads you, he can’t help but become a moaning mess the second you please him so good. “ughh, such a good girl, taking me so well. f- fuck!” he can feel your mouth go all the way down his long and thick shaft. “i- i’m close.” his abs are clenched and his dick starts to twitch big time in your mouth.

“ah keep going, i’m so close.” he quivering in his seat as you suck nonstop, bobbing your head. sunghoon is smirking at the way your milking him so good. both his hands are now on your head.

you pop your head up for a breather and second to talk. “cum in my mouth, hoonie.” and with that, your pace on his cock goes faster than before and he is shutting his eyes closed. “fuck y/n! mouth feels s’good.”

you can feel he’s almost at his climax feeling his cock twitch like crazy and the way his hands were gripping onto your hair. “shittt!” he’s panting heavily as his cum sprays into your mouth like shooting ribbons. his body his jolting from the way you continue to suck him off.

“fucking hell, let me see you take it all in baby.” you slowly release your mouth from his shaft, earning him to hiss. you open your mouth, tongue out, and swallow every drop of his seed.

he smiled deviously and carries you on top of his lap. with both of your bottom clothing gone, you guys moan softly as his cock sat perfectly on your folds. he attacked your lips as he tasted some of his cum too. both your lips were swollen and faces were flushed. “need your cock in me, hoonie.” you begged like an innocent girl which was enough for sunghoon to go even more crazy.

he lifted your ass up, gripping it with no care in the world. he aligned his dick with your core, sinking your hips back down on him. “ahh!” you arched your back once you felt everything inside. it had been only two and a half weeks but this is what you both missed.

“you’re so fucking tight, shit!” you swayed your hips letting him suck on your chest. you bounced on him as you felt his cock pierce you every time. you were a moaning mess with your hands on his shoulders. “so good, feel s’good!” he watched as you rode him, face so fucked.

“you feel that? i’m right here.” he helplessly moaned, placing his hand on your stomach to where you could see his cock being inserted. “you feel so good, y/n.” hands were glued onto your hips, guiding you.

sunghoon tried to take off his top clothing but you shoved his hand away. “dont, it’s looks hot on you.” you said with a whine after. your hands moved and found his tie. you held onto it as you were milking yourself on him. “keep it just like that, up and down, ughh fuck!”

“h- hoonie, i can’t anymore.” with your whine, you moved messily on his cock. “want me to fuck into you baby?” you nod your head aggressively, almost giving out.

although sunghoon told you to use your words, he can’t help but obey you from how hot you look on him. he grabs both sides of your hips and starts thrusting maniacally into your pussy. your hands wrap around back on his neck. “sunghoon! fuck! nghh..”

your moans were echoing in the living room with him fucking the living shit out of you. his moans were getting louder with struggle of fucking you. “wanna cum baby? i can feel you clenching me so tightly.”

“mmm, so close!” you mouth is wide open and your eyes are closed. “c’mon, i wanna feel you release on my dick.”

“ahh hoon, i- i’m gonna cum!” he continued thrusting into you, helping you ride out your orgasm. the warm liquid made him breath heavier. you’ve never gave so much to him before, as well as him. tears seeped out from your eyes and you were a quivering mess. angling his hips upwards more, you feel as if you can’t breathe from clenching so hard. foul words are leaving his mouth, panting on your lips.

“f- fuck, i think i’m gonna cum soon.” he grunted, giving every ounce of his strength into you.

“please cum inside! nghh! want it so bad.” he smirked hearing your plead. he’s very close to cunning after thrusting in for so long. “s- shit! i- i’m gonn-”

“let it go for me sunghoon.” he let out a loud deep moan, letting his warm white fluid paint the walls of your cunt. he kept the pace of his hips slowly, fucking his cum into you. he thrusted upwards until his hips finally gave out. “mm such a good girl, taking my cum in so well.”

you carried on with breathing heavily in his ear, along with kissing the sides of his face. “only for you hoon.” sunghoon peppered your face with kisses everywhere. you laughed and squinted your eyes from the feeling. you sighed and smiled from ear to ear.

“welcome home, baby.”

[homosociallyyours]

CW: discussion of family dynamics, neglectful parenting, parenting, stressed out kids. I'm on mobile so can't use a cut, but pls message if I need to add a tag!!

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Soz to get randomly heavy but I was just talking with my dad and he was telling me about dealing with one of my nephews and it's got me down. My sister, her husband, and most of their kids are diagnosed ADHD. They're all on a variety of meds for it. I think one of my nephews has some other stuff happening and idk if I'm just projecting bc I disagree with a lot of my sister's parenting choices (I don't tell her as I'm not a parent and she reacts very badly to any comments about her choices re: ANYTHING).

Anyway, he's 7 and sharing a room with his 2 older brothers after having his own room for several (~4) years. Over the past couple years he's gotten more reactive and frequently has screaming tantrums. My dad says he yells like this when someone even touches his shoulder, which feels like an obvious sign that something is Wrong.

Obviously the pandemic hasn't helped matters, and not long before it started my sister had a new baby, making him no longer the youngest. It's just so much for a young person to take on!

I feel like he's struggling and idk how to do anything about it, especially bc it seems like my family thinks it's just a matter of getting him different meds? Whenever I talk to my dad I try to suggest stuff that I think might help-- giving him one on one adult time and some sort of solo space, asking him questions about what he's upset about, giving him clear guidance about some of the new things he's expected to do as an older brother rather than just telling him to do xyz and getting upset when he doesn't follow through. But I don't think my dad gets it, and frankly there are 5 kids and 3 adults, most of whom are gone for a lot of hours each day while the kids are home. (My dad actually does the majority of the child care and it's really hard to see bc he's fucking exhausted by it and gets NO BREAK).

Anyway, is this stuff exacerbated by the kid's ADHD? Is there something else going on? And how tf an I supposed to do anything about it from across the country when I barely talk to my sister and know that she'll blow up at me if she even kinda thinks I'm criticizing her?

Feel free to reply with ideas ♡

[pdfbabe]

so i’ve gotten an influx of followers over the last month or so because of my haha funnie ahab post (and possibly my haha funnie joint problems post) and so i just want to reiterate for anyone who somehow missed it:

I do not want any TERFs on my blog or posts. This is not a space for radfems or SWERFs or transphobes. or transmeds.

trans women are women, with or without dysphoria. ace and aro people belong in queer spaces. antisemites, will stomp you to death with my hooves. i’m working on a carrd and whatnot, but i am a busy student so my whole dni situation is messy. but i was going through my notes on my big post and saw someone flagged by shinigami eyes reblogged my post to their “secret radfem blog” and. nope. absolutely not. obviously i blocked them but just. stay away from my shit ok

[tcshi]

BLUE LOCK YANDERE : mikage reo

⚠︎ : dark content ahead ! obsessed!reo, noncon/dubcon, hints of kidnapping, drugging, fingering, reo is an absolute creep in this one, lmk if i missed anything, minors do not interact.

reo loves you most like this.

docile and putty in his arms.

well... he knows it's because it had been 9 months since you've touched, conversed or seen any other people besides him. but this thought lies trivial in his head because reo had already made himself believe that it's certainly not the case.

his pretty doll... you're here because you want to, right? you're here staying with him in his impractical, grandiose manor an hour and a half away from the city because you love him, yes? you love him. and nothing could change that irrefutable fact.

not even when there are certain days where you would stare at him, dark glaring eyes and frowning face as if telling him without needing to open your mouth that you disgust me and i fucking hate you as you're sat on your side of the bed, chained to the ceiling of the room while he slips on his training gear. not even when you would utter the words that you knew reo loathed, especially coming from the same mouth who blabbered incoherent proclamations of your love for him when you're all dopeyㅡall because of a special drug concocted just for him to use on you, something that his multi-million dollar name can provide and can hide from the public just like how his name managed to manipulate the case of your disappearance.

so when you take your own initiative to seek for him and his comfort, reo takes more than what you're offering. it's because it's rare. it happens once in a blue moon and who's to predict when this'll happen again? right? right.

so when you start pushing his hands away from wandering underneath your (his) shirt, his cold fingertips dragging against your skin until they're fiddling with the hem of your cotton panties, he's ignoring your pleas of stopping. your voice is nothing but a soothing melody that reaches his ears, warms his heart and sends a bolt of shock that makes the length in between his legs throb with want.

reo ignores the way your tears cascaded beautifully on your cheeks and although he takes more than a necessary second to watch your crying face, he dips a finger inside your panties with comforting words that weren't at all comforting.

you continue to writhe against his hold but to no avail, you were still too weak from the events that took place not even a full 24-hour ago and instead continue to voice out your pleas for him to stop.

reo doesn't stop of course. you're in no place to tell him what to do. he loves you, very much so but he will never take your word for anything except when you're trying to convince yourself (and him) that you love him.

he traces the sheer arousal that coated your pussy lips, planting soft kisses on the side of your head before he finally slips a finger in, expertly maneuvering his digit to the spot that had you moaning and finally temporarily ceasing your annoying cries for him to stop.

thank fuck that you did. reo really doesn't want to resort in plastering your lips with duck tape again because he loves to shove his tongue inside your mouth while he's fucking you. he also loves hearing you whine and moan for him but he can't exactly do those things when you've got your lips sealed right?

reo makes a quick work of easing down his own shorts with one hand, slipping it off from his ankles and letting the fabric fall down the bed while he's busy finger-fucking you.

he traces the outline of your breast through your shirt, palming your chest before he's pinching and rolling your hardened nipple in between his fingers.

“god... so fucking pretty...” he groans in your ears, rubbing his dick against the skin of your plump ass. he licks the tears that fell down from your eyes, moaning at the salty taste as you gasp and trash in his hold, mouth pleading for him to go fasterㅡstop, please but you're very much evidently grinding against the flat of his palm, rubbing your engorged clit against the rough skin.

reo chuckles darkly, raising your shirt up and bunching it in his palms before he's shoving it in your mouth. he cups your bare breast with his free hand, continuously pumping his finger in and out of your cunny before he’s pushing two more fingers in, one that had you sobbing.

“reo please... i need itㅡplease..” you babble incoherently. gone completely was your cry of asking him to stop, oh so sweetly whining his name and pleading with him while you're busy grounding yourself against his hand.

he gives your temple another kiss, eyes glazed over as he watches his fingers covered in your slick disappear in your pussy.

“yeah?” reo challenges, other hand tweaking your pebbled nipples. “gonna let me take of ya, my pretty baby?”

when you nod your head erratically, he knows the newest version of the drug in your system was more than a success and was more than efficient enough to hold its effects. he'll just have to observe the longevity of this one, then he'll be back into slipping one of the same pills in your drink and watch as you tether between your morals or succumbing to him completely. you'll come around, and it won't be for far too long.

[clxja16]

Does He Know?

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: forbidden relationship

Warnings: suggestive content, swearing, angst

Word Count: 865

Author's Note: I seen a TikTok and then I thought of this. I realize that everything I posted so far deals with the Leclercs and that's not on purpose. I told myself that the next time I write anything for this blog its gonna be someone else, but then I saw this TikTok with Arthur and Charles so ofc it had to be Arthur and Charles for this. Also I don't condone cheating in any sense, unless you're cheating on a groomer or something, but that's a conversation for another time. one more thing, idk if this is getting a part two yet, lmk what you guys think lol

post about part 2

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‘Oh shit’ were the first words in your mind, when you felt the morning sun on your face.  Your head ached with last night's decisions.  You pulled the blanket closer to you realizing that somewhere between the club last night and your bed this morning you lost your dress.  You opened your eyes finally looking around to notice the dark blanket that didn’t match your nice cream ones.  You noticed the walls lined with racing posters that didn’t match your art filled walls.  You turned over in the bed to notice the man laying there that wasn’t your boyfriend.  

“Shit,” you cursed aloud as you shot up in bed.  

The man that laid next to you turned over, “Charlotte why are you yelling?” he asked with a mumble.  

“Um…” you were at a complete loss for words, you don’t even remember drinking that much, “i’m not Charlotte.” you said softly, hopeful not to startle the man next to you.  

He shot up next to you, finally sitting up and looking at you, “you’re not my girlfriend,” he said as the color drained from his face.  

“You’re not my boyfriend,” you said, hopeful that he was trying to catch your hint.  

“This didn’t happen,” you both said at the same time.  You thanked the heavens above that he caught on to what you were trying to say.  You made quick work of finding your dress, and getting a cab to get the hell out of his apartment.  You and him skipped over the pleasantries, not wanting to know each other's names or anything that happened last night.  He didn’t even walk you out the door, not that you really wanted him to.  

You were just grateful that he let you go without any argument.  As soon as you got back to your place, you threw that wretched dress into the trash and jumped into the shower. When you were done with your shower, scrubbing off all the remnants of the other man you called your boyfriend, Arthur.  

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Arthur wasted no time in getting over to your place, when you opened the door to see him standing there you thought that maybe you shouldn’t tell him.  He didn’t need to know, who would tell him?  You were sure all your friends would cover for you, you didn’t know the guy that you slept with, maybe you could just keep this to yourself.  

“I made a mistake,” the words tumbled out of you before you could catch them.  Arthur stood in front of you so happily that you couldn’t further break his heart by keeping this from him to find out later on.  

“Mistake?” Arthur took a step back from you, “what kind of mistake?” 

“I think…” you felt tears welled in your eyes, this was gonna be the end to a relationship that hasn’t even started yet, “I slept with someone last night.” 

“I see,” Arthur said, looking down as if he were in deep thought.  You stood there in silence for a minute.  Then two minutes, then ten minutes, then fifteen minutes.  “Arthur, say something please.”  

“What do you want me to say?” Arthur scoffed, “I want to be angry, I am angry but I don’t know if I have a right to.  I have never asked you to be my girlfriend yet.” 

“Be angry, you have a right to be angry.  Even if I’m not your girlfriend, there was an unsaid agreement that we were committed to each other.  Be angry, just don’t leave.” You said, as you held onto Arthur's hands.  

“I don’t want to leave,” Arthur said, finally looking at you.  

“I don’t want you to leave either.” You said, as you took a step closer to Arthur, hoping to close some of the space between the both of you.  

“I am still very angry with you though,” Arthur said, “but I don’t want to lose you just yet.” 

“I don’t want to lose you Arthur, last night was a terrible mistake, something that I would never do.  When I woke up this morning, the first person I thought of was you.  I rushed home to see you.  I wanted to tell you before anything else.”  

“I am gonna put this behind us because I want to be with you,” Arthur said, closing the gap between the two of you.  You nodded your head, hanging onto every word that passed his lips, “but from this day forward you’re mine.  You belong to me, and only me.”  

That day was over three months ago now.  The past three months you have been happy, loved, overjoyed with Arthur.  You didn’t even dare to look at another man.  You and Arthur moved past it and never brought it up again.  You didn’t even think about it again.  Until now, when Arthur wanted you to meet his family.  You were sitting across the table from the man you had a one night stand that almost ended your relationship before it happened, Charles Leclerc.  And all the memories from that night, everything you thought you were too drunk to remember came rushing back to you.  Based on how Charles looked at you, you would say he remembered too. 

part II

[animewhoree2]

MW2 Boys & Their Kinks

mmmm. yea. that's it. female reader bc i love boobs, but do lmk if anyone wants any other kind of reader i'm open to that!! i wanted this to be better but its kind of trash because your girl doesnt know how to write snippets. 

i’m down to write a part 2 just lmk ig?

length: 1k

content warning: knife play!, daddy kink!, bondage!, choking, p-in-v (duh), grinding, riding, dominant reader in rudy's section, slight exhibitionism(?), car sex... hehe

spanish translations: "dilo de nuevo"- say it again

Simon "GHOST" Riley

mans is into knife play

cannot change my mind

definitely was scared to bring it up because he didn't want to scare you away

was utterly shocked when you got excited

it's not an everyday practice but you both do it every now and again

i know damn well if he ever cuts any clothes off he'll immediately say "i'll buy you a new one"

"Simon-" You groaned after he sliced through your panties. He rolled his eyes before diving in, your brain quickly forgetting about the destroyed article of clothing.

He was lapping at your pussy, eating you out like he's never had anything so good in his life. The mask was barely off as he had just gotten home, so you struggled to grab onto something. Your hands fisted the bedsheets while your back arched off the mattress.

"I'm close-" You whispered before he pulled away leaving you whining. He pulled his combat knife out of his pocket, putting the dull side to your neck.

"Good girls don't complain when they're about to get fucked," He said roughly, only pulling his pants down far enough to get his cock out. You nodded against the blade, feeling yourself get wetter. He pushed in slowly, causing him to groan. You bit your lip, throwing your head back at the feeling.

"Careful sweetheart, don't wanna cut yourself." He snickered before deliviering a hard thrust.

Johnny "SOAP" MacTavish

not full-on exhibitionist but has tendencies

likes everyone to know your his

everyone knows you're off limits but like-

will give you hickies and hide all ur makeup and make sure you can't cover them up if you wanted to

definitely makes you scream so everyone can hear

You, Johnny, and the task force were out for drinks. It was supposed to be a night in but last minute the boys wanted to go out and poor Johnny could have one too many sometimes. But you were planning to get your brains fucked out until it was late as hell and you were sitting in a booth bored out of your mind. You loved seeing him have fun but you also wanted your time with him. And you were extremely horny. He was busy all week, leaving you by yourself, which after him, was hard to finish the job. He had his phone in front of him while chatting about something with the guys, so you shot him a text.

I'm horny.

That's all you said. All you needed to say, actually. Because he looked down and immediately looked at you, with a raised eyebrow. You gave him puppy dog eyes to try and persuade him, and that's exactly what you did.

"S'cuse me lads, gotta take care of something really quick," He winked at them before grabbing your wrist and leading you out to the car. You were in the backseat, making out in no time, as he slid your jeans off far enough. You unbuckled his pants, stroking his cock as soon as you could get your hands inside his boxers.

"'m sorry, didn't even cross my mind. I'll make it up to you," He whispered, breaking away from the kiss. He kissed down your neck before pushing you back so he could be between your thighs.

Let's just say it was not "really quick". The whole squad stared at the fogged-up car when they left the bar, placing bets on what went down.

Alejandro "DADDY" Vargas (thats all i got)

daddy kink 110%

also would love you tied up?

begging him?

"please daddy please"

bye

deceased

You guys were at some fancy banquet to get intel. So naturally, Alejandro wore a suit and you wore an evening dress. With a slit. That showed off cleavage. You just looked so gorgeous it was hard for him to remember why you both were here.

But a couple hours later, your wrists were tied to the hotel bed frame with his tie from tonight as he stood over you. He had just stopped going down on you after you came three times. You were already losing your mind, your brain practically mush. He wasn't much older than you but something in you just made it slip out.

"You ready princessa?"

"Yes daddy," He paused, dick in hand, right at your entrance before slowly looking up at you.

"Dilo de nuevo." He said firmly. You just looked up at him, through your lidded eyes, already fucked out,

"Please, fuck me daddy," You practically whined out. If you had any sense of self left you might be embarassed. But he groaned and thrust into you hard when he heard that fall from your lips.

Rodolfo "RUDY" Parra

you can't tell me this man isn't a full on switch

like he can be firm with you but some days...

he just wants to be the little bottom baby he is

and we love that

we love a man who lets his partner TREAT HIM RIGHT!!!

he loves praise too...

"Who's my good boy?" You asked, pausing from the rocking of your hips to grab his chin and lean down. His expression was unforgetable and his noises egged you on. He nodded, trying to find the words.

"Words honey, I need to hear you." You said softly, kissing down his neck.

"M-me. I am. I'm your good boy-" He stuttered. You could tell edging him all night was taking a toll on him. But you couldn't help it. His whines and moans had you dripping.

You picked up your pace again, bouncing on his cock while your hands held on to his shoulders. You could tell he was becoming impatient with the way his hips would buck into yours.

"You close?" He nodded again, trying to speak but only moaning instead. You leaned down and nibbled on his ear before telling him to cum inside you. His eyes shot open and looked at you with bewilderment. You continued your rapid pace, while he was still trying to process what you said. But you felt his dick twitch and you smiled to yourself before he painted your walls white.

[strawberryya]

fancy you

seungcheol x reader

synopsis: you don't like losing, but you do like to tease your best friend. you also like your best friend, in a "more than friends" way. so what are you supposed to do when he starts asking you about how you feel?

word count: 4.8k

genre/contains: friends to lovers, smut, fluff, banter and teasing, desperate sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of nicknames/petnames, stressful feelings and confessions, gn!reader, afab!reader, (lmk if I forgot anything)

rating: 18+

a/n: thank you my lovely zeta @multi-kpop-fanfics for telling me its not trash <3333

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"So how do you feel about me?"

Out of all the things you were expecting him to say in the time you and he had been friends, this was the one you dreaded the most. But why the hell did he have to do this right now?? 

Well, maybe you should’ve been more prepared for this moment. If you were honest with yourself you had partially brought it on yourself… maybe the nicknames hadn’t been the ingenious plan you had thought it was after all. And maybe you desperately needed him to ask, so that something could finally happen. 

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“Sooooo, what’s the plan for the weekend Scoups?” you ask as you catch up with your bestie on your way to class. 

“Please, why do you call me that?? Do I look like a scoop of ice cream to you?” he groans out and looks at you while you laugh at how quickly you had managed to rile him up this morning. 

“Yes. You look sweet and delicious.” you deadpan, looking straight into his eyes. 

He freezes for a moment, scanning your face to tell if you’re joking or seriously just called him delicious looking, but he quickly realizes that you were indeed joking when you burst out laughing at your own joke, and he shakes his head in a disapproving manner and sets his gaze back on the road where you’re walking while shoving his hands into the pockets of his long coat. 

“Oh c’mon! It’s a little bit funny, and by the way, you are the one that decided to name yourself that as your fake rapper name anyhow!” you say and nudge him in the side to get him to loosen up. 

He looked back to you with a frown on his face, “I am well aware of that ‘Lil king potato’, which by the way is a much worse name if I’m being honest, but it’s been like two years since then, you need to step up your game and find a new one,” he says as he continues walking a bit too fast for you to comfortably keep up.

“Okay, okay, I admit, it’s not the greatest name… I should renew my nicknames for you.” you agree while inserting your arm into the space between his arm and his body, clinging onto him as you walk through the multicolored leaves covering the ground. “What do you think about darling,” you say in a theatrical tone, “or maybe honey would fit you better?”

You giggle a bit, seeing Seungcheols face turn into even more of a frown as he listens to your teasing. His arm tensing up at the sound of the endearments was only egging you on at this point, and you press yourself closer to his arm before you gasp, “No, wait! I know - sugarplum! That’s the one right?! It’s perfect for you,” you snicker as you tease. 

You almost get whiplash from the way your body is flung back when the arm you’re attached to comes to a sudden full stop, and you’re still a bit dazed when he unlinks your arms only to place his hands in a firm grip on the sides of your arms, “Dear god! Whatever you do, DO NOT call me sugarplum!” he pleads as he squeezes your shoulders in desperation. 

“Calm down Cheol, I won’t call you sugarplum if you hate it that much,” you say with a roll of your eyes before you giggle and he lets you return to walking next to him and once again linking your arm with his to keep up, “but returning to my actual question: what are we doing this weekend, darling,” you ask, pronouncing the endearment as cutesy as you could manage to muster up. 

“Whatever you want, don’t really have any plans,” he said and shrugged his shoulders, “but I swear, if you’re gonna keep doing that I will be forced to retaliate, and we all know you aren’t the best loser,” he chuckled, his tone half threatening and half simply teasing, “and you would lose if I began to play and you know it,” he added, while turning his head away from you, hiding the small smirk that had appeared on his lips as he said this. 

“I’d like to see you try sweetie,” you said, trying to hide the way you tensed up at the thought of him possibly calling you by endearments or flirting with you to get back at you. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t be stopping this newfound way of teasing him any time soon. 

Since the very first day on campus, you had been friends with Choi Seungcheol. The kind-hearted, broad-shouldered, and all-around lovable Choi Seungcheol. You had gone through heartbreaks that made the world feel like it was broken and never would be the same again, dozens of mindnumbing nights of essay writing next to each other for courses that meant little to nothing in the long run, and so many dumb fights that neither of you could recall half of them at this point. But through all of that, you still stuck by each other, remaining friends and teasing each other through all of life’s obstacles. 

Because even though Seungcheols favorite pastime was bugging you with remarks on how much better he had done on his own tests, or how much you freaked out when you spoke to your crush after weeks of fawning over them to him but being too nervous to actually do anything about it, or bringing up how much you had been drunk-crying outside of the club the night before, or literally anything that he found he could get you riled up or embarrassed about. Yes, because even though he did all of that, he was still your absolute best friend in the entire world. Nobody was there for you the way he was there for you. Nobody cared about all the small details of your life as much as he did (even if it’s only to tease you about it later). And nobody would ever make you feel as safe and loved as he did every single day. 

Each time you get to the point where you feel like murdering the man, you bring yourself back by reminding yourself of the things he does that aren’t making you feel like violence isn’t that bad. For example: when you’re passed out drunk and he is the one that carries you home and makes sure you don’t die, sitting up with you for hours as you throw up or pass out on your back instead of on your side so he has to flip you over so as to not have you choke before morning. Or all those times when you’ve been one test away from failing a class and he sits for hours studying with you for a test that he’s not even going to take, just making sure you pass the test. And all those nights when you can’t sleep and you call him to just hear his voice and he comes over with a warm embrace and pats you on the head until you fall asleep. 

However, it is vital to never forget that he most certainly will tease you about it for the foreseeable future and you will simply have to put up with it because you would do the same if he was the one doing stupid shit at the same pace as you. And to be honest, you do the same any chance you get, teasing him for being too nervous to ask his own crushes out, or for falling asleep on top of the textbook during a study session, and never letting him live his own drunken mishaps down until you yourself have forgotten about them in favor of a new one.

And now you had been running around all night, calling him every pet name you could possibly come up with, seeing both him and every single one of your friends begin to question their entire lives over what you meant by it; knowing you were a bad actor and horrible at lying but somehow able to call your close friend “sweetie” and “babe” while maintaining a relatively straight face. 

Even though there had always been this something between the two of you, you never thought he would ever do anything about it, and you certainly wouldn’t put your friendship or your self-respect on the line while confessing only for him to reject you and create the possibility of losing that relationship. 

Losing had never been a strong point in your personality, and you sure as hell wouldn’t lose that easily. But now he was here, practically asking you what you two were, questioning what you felt for him, and all you could think was that you needed to play it cool, and definitely not give away just how terrified you were at that moment. You felt like a deer in headlights, unable to escape and simply seeing your life flash by while waiting for the inevitable crash awaiting you, right there in the kitchen of your empty dorm where you had ended up after your night out with friends. 

"So how do you feel about me?" 

"I’m, fond of you," you say, faking a calm aura the best you could. 

Seungcheol only shifts in his seat at this, folding his arms over one another and cocking an eyebrow before questioning your response, "Fond of me?" 

"Mhmm, very," you say, nodding and avoiding any and all eye contact, knowing it might break your defenses down faster than you could say ‘Choi Seungcheol is so fucking hot’. 

"Fond of me… such fancy words you're using today. Well, do you want to know how I feel about you?"

Your breath hitches in your throat, he’s playing with you. He is definitely trying to mess with your head, and you cannot let him win. This is just revenge for teasing him all night - do NOT give in, you continued to repeat to yourself in your mind. 

"Alright if you feel the need to tell me… I guess I wouldn’t mind," you say, trying to play it cool by being nonchalant and dismissive. 

"Oh okay then your not interested to know if I’m fond of you back then?"

"Not really," you shrugged. 

You lied, and it was obvious that you did.  Anyone would be able to tell by the way you couldn’t keep your eyes focused on anything, let alone his face as he spoke and stared right at you. And on top of that, the way you kept fiddling with your nails told on you, making Seungcheol the slightest bit more confident. At least confident enough to continue saying what he was about to say. 

"Then you don’t want to know how infatuated I am with you?"

This caught your attention. You looked up with huge eyes, meeting their eyes while they searched your face for a reaction. 

"Oh, infatuated… just infatuated?" you asked, letting the curiosity win over you before you could stop yourself. 

"Hmm, I feel great affection for you if that is better?" 

His words were playful, and the way he smirked at the corner of his mouth when your eyes flickered up to meet his, confirmed that he was definitely teasing you, at least a little bit. 

"Ah, you are ‘infatuated’ with me and you 'feel great affection’ for me, that’s nice. I appreciate that." you said and smiled while looking straight into his eyes, trying your hardest to look innocent; trying to find a way to avoid facing the fact that your best friend that you have loved for months is basically confessing to you, while you’re trying your hardest to not slip up and let him see the effect his games have on you.  

"It is rather nice, isn’t it? You’re fond of me, and I have affections for you, it’s charming really," he said and sighed.

"Quaint," you said with a small smile, turning back around to open the fridge and find a way to segue out of this conversation. 

But behind you, you heard some shuffling as Seungcheol presumably got up from his seat, which was confirmed when you could physically feel him coming closer to you, sending shivers down your body as he inched forwards towards you, contrasting the cold in the fridge with the heat of his body. 

Trying your hardest to, once again, not let his actions get to you. You continued to look around the fridge after literally anything that piqued your interest and ignored the movements around you. But he was so close now, you could practically melt from the warmth of his skin closing in on yours.

He placed his chin on your shoulder, resting his head on you as he whispered so low it would’ve gone unnoticed by you if he wasn’t literally right next to your ear. 

"I like you."

You gasped, you won, he said it, wait, he said it, he said it, and you knew he wouldn’t joke around saying something like that. That means he meant it and that he gave in. And now it was out there, now you knew, and even worse, there was no reason for you to hide your own true feelings anymore. 

Completely frozen by the words, you didn’t move a muscle, not giving any emotion away, it would’ve been fine if you had managed to pull yourself together after a couple of seconds, but a couple of seconds too many passed, and you felt Seungcheols shaky breath leave you side, slowly stepping back, unsure of what to do and what to say. 

He was afraid too. You didn’t answer his confession, you wanted more time to find a way out of it. You didn’t feel the same, oh god, he should’ve known. His mind was spinning with pure terror as the second where you stood frozen ticked on. 

"I’m sorry, I didn’t, you don’t have to…" he began stuttering out, unsure of how to make it all go away now that he was sure you didn’t feel the same. 

His voice made you spin around, shock still visible on your face. He looked wrecked, so vulnerable in front of you, having told you how he felt and now getting nothing from you, not a single word… 

"No,"

Ah, there it was - the rejection. It was worse than he imagined, the crushing feeling of it all imploding onto him with all its force.

But you continued, faster seeing how he closed his eyes in obvious pain from the word you had uttered that he thought meant that you didn’t feel the same. 

"No! I mean- not no I don’t like you, I meant - no don’t say sorry, please!" you blurt out. 

He looked up at you, hope sparking back into his eyes, life coming back into his face, and a small smile combined with furrowed eyebrows questioning the meaning behind what you were trying to say replaced the terror that had been visible on his face just moments ago. 

"You don’t don’t like me back?"

You took a deep breath, "Yeah, I don’t don’t like you back, I-"

A quick movement, a rapid step forward made you stop mid-sentence, gasping as he came close enough for you to smell the absolute godlike smell of his perfume. He had now grabbed your hand, dragging his hand over the back of it, waiting for you to continue talking. 

"I-" you tried again. 

"Yes? You…" he chuckled, putting his other hand on the small of your back, pressing you the tiniest bit closer to his body. 

"I like you too, okay?!" you finally spit out. 

He smiled, a chuckle of pure relief and happiness waiting to escape as he asked, "Was that a confession or a question?"

"It’s not a confession. It’s a response, a response to your confession," you smirked, feeling like you won once again.

"Oh really now? You're still playing with my feelings, now that you know I’m down bad for you huh? I hoped you would go easy on me," he fake pouted as he pushed the hand he was holding up to his shoulder and placed his now available hand on your waist. 

"Easy on you? Never. It’s too much fun playing with you," you whispered, about to laugh at the way he tensed up at the words, but before you could he crashed his lips onto yours, your words fading out into a muffled moan as you let yourself melt into his touch and his god-given mouth. 

You pushed yourself against him, pressing your breasts into his chest and letting your hands entangle themselves in his dark hair. His own hands were everywhere, squeezing and groping everything and anything he could get his hands on. This was really happening, you both thought unbeknownst to the other, both of you internally freaking out and simultaneously losing yourselves in the search for any sort of release to subside the intense feelings you were both overflowing with. You were desperate for more. 

“I’m clean, are you?” he breathed out while leaving your lips for just a second. 

“Yeah, and I’m on the pill so you can come inside,” you replied in between wet and messy kisses. The words apparently set Seungcheol off because he groaned into your mouth and then pushed you up against the fridge and let you hop up, his hands holding you up with a firm grip as you encircled your legs around his waist and felt his hard cock against the fabric of your pants.

Suddenly he pushed you both off of the cold surface of the fridge behind you and began making his way to the living room, you didnt stop kissing him for a second, letting him navigate around the room while you kissed down his jaw and neck, leaving tiny marks from where you stayed and sucked to earn moans and grunts from Seungcheold lips. 

He placed you down on the flat surface of the couch as he began kissing you in the same manner that you had just been kissing him, down your jaw and neck with heavy, hot, and wet kisses that sent a surge to your cunt. At the same time, he was undressing you, and you were working on removing his shirt, pulling and tugging so you could let your hands get underneath it and onto his warm and toned abdomen. 

Once his shirt was off and you were left in only your flimsy underwear he let his hand fall down to your thigh, rubbing small circles so close to your cunt you could hear it screaming at you to do something to make him touch you where you needed him. So you reached your own hand down, letting it gently drag over the fabric covering his erect cock. The action proved fruitful when his hand slipped down to your cunt as his hips jerked at your touch, his fingers pushing down on your clit and eliciting a sinful moan from you as you got what you needed. 

“Oh, is that how we’re gonna play it,” he snicked into your ear, his breath heavy and his hands tugging your underwear down only to let his fingers drag across your wet cunt for a moment and then just as quickly as you had gotten what you wanted he took it away, removing his hand from you and placing it back at your thigh. He was teasing you, and you wanted revenge, but the urge to just have him fuck you were stronger than the previously overpowering one to beat him whenever he tried to get you riled up. 

“Fuck, wait! No more games, please,” you pant out, reaching out to Seungcheol and pulling him towards you. He groaned when the motion resulted in his crotch landing right between your legs, pushing his hardened cock against your bare pussy. 

“You sure? I thought you said it was ‘too much fun playing with me’?” he hissed into your ear with a small chuckle that sent a chill down your body. His voice doing things to you that you never expected a voice to do. Maybe it was how close he was to you, how he was right next to your ear saying those playful and daring words with his insufferably deep voice, making you feel his hot breath on your skin as he said them. 

“Shit, yeah it is, but I just… I need you so bad right now and I-” you whined, still pulling him down towards you and grinding your hips up against him in search of some friction. The moans he let out when you did had your head spinning and your motions becoming even more frantic. “Please just fuck me, no more teasing,” you moaned as you let your wet cunt drag across his straining pants. 

“Since you asked so nicely, who am I to not do as you wish,” he finally let out along with a faint smirk playing at his mouth. 

He pulled his trousers down along with his underwear, kicking the fabric off of his legs and away from the surface of the couch. You’re jaw almost dropped as you looked down and saw his thick and hard cock, freed from its restraints and you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of getting to suck his enormous dick at a later time. Because right now, you needed him inside of you like you need water to survive. At times like these, it is truly okay to need cock more than anything else, because what good is living if you can’t let yourself take pleasure in having your cunt stuffed to the brim by the man you have been in love with for years?

“Oh my god, fuck, I need it,” you moaned as you felt him drag his tip along your slit, collecting the thick slick gushing out of your pussy as he lined himself up with your throbbing cunt. 

The groan Seungcheol let out as he began pushing the head of his cock past your opening combined with the sensation of him stretching your tight hole with the sheer girth of his cock had you feeling lightheaded but so so good. It felt amazing, he felt amazing, and if the way he was panting and groaning as he continued to painstakingly slowly enter your throbbing pussy, you felt amazing too. Clenching down on him hard, gripping his length as if you never wanted him to leave your cunt. Your pussy trying to both adjust to his size and take all of him in while sucking him in like it was afraid he wouldn’t come back inside if it let go of him. Neither of you were sure of how or even if this was possible, but it sure felt that way, resulting in both of you being moaning messes as you both focused on the pure pleasure coming from the sensation of each other. 

“So fucking tight sweetheart,” he panted out as he finally managed to fit all of himself inside your snug walls. 

You could only continue to moan before grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down towards you, kissing him sloppily but fervently, moaning into his mouth as you let your tongue travel anywhere he let you. He was squeezing your hips as he experimented with moving himself within you, the way your moans increased in volume, letting him know just how good he felt, gave him the guts to try and pull out only to push himself back in with a force that and you sliding up the cushions of the couch. 

“So, so good Cheol,” you gasped, letting go of his lips for a bit only for him to do it over and over again, the stretch making you feel like you were floating in a pond of pleasure and complete satisfaction. You pushed your chest up, meeting his equally bare one and loving the feeling of your sensitive nipples dragging against his skin. Seungcheol’s eyes were closed but the action made them shoot open, meeting yours, letting you see the lust consuming him to the fullest. 

He was already pulsating inside of you, and you felt yourself beginning to come undone, never before had an orgasm come this fast for you, but the way his hips kept grinding down into yours, letting his cock drag inside your cunt and his pelvic meeting your clit with every stroke was more than you could handle. 

But then he heard the way your moan almost turned into a half-scream when his chest brushed against yours, spurring him to let one of his hands off of your side only to make its way to your breast and leaving his fingers on your nipple, circling it, pinching it, pulling slightly, and rubbing all over it, all while he continued to snap his hips into you at the perfect speed. 

“Cheol! I’m gonna-aH” you began, but he hushed your attempts by letting his lips once again meet yours in a messy and passionate kiss, swallowing your moans and screams as you felt yourself being swallowed by the white bliss of your orgasm. The way you pulsated and clenched around him in fluttering motions as you reached your high and then began coming down from it was just the thing Seungcheol needed to reach his own high, letting his hot cum spurt itself inside of your fluttering walls, pumping himself into you for a moment until he was sure you were both at the end of your high. 

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“Well, fuck,” you said, out of breath and still feeling high off of your orgasm. 

“Yeah, I should’ve asked you if you liked me earlier because holy fuck.” 

The way he said it made you chuckle, making him look over at you from where he had managed to position himself on the couch so as to not crush you while you recovered your breath. 

“I would’ve told you myself if had I known it would end like this,” you huffed out in response. 

You were met with a quick chuckle and then calm silence. After a couple of minutes, you began to wonder if he had fallen asleep because it was so quiet over where he sat. He hadn’t left, you could still feel his hand on your thigh and his legs underneath the one you had laying across his lap. So you opened your eyes, only to see him staring down at you, resting his chin in his palm and smiling the goofiest smile you had ever seen on him. 

“What? Do I look that dumb?” 

“You look so beautiful…” he said, his tone as filled with adoration as his gaze. 

You couldn’t help but huff out a laugh because you were currently splayed out on your living room couch, almost completely naked, sweaty and tired from the night out and the quick but insanely effective and almost embarrassingly desperate sex you had just had. And this is the moment he chooses to tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful? Really? 

“I love you, I’ve loved you for so long,” he suddenly said, kinda surprised by himself that he had said it just like that. 

But you just smiled, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that, I really never thought I would hear you say that like this. And, I love you too, so so much.” 

“Me too… oh god it took us too long to just say that,” he couldn’t help but chuckle at the whole stupid situation. 

“I know, I’ll say it as much as you want to hear it from now on,” you said with a small smirk.

“Promise?”

“Of course, anything for someone who is fond of me,” you said and smiled widely. 

He squeezed your leg before throwing himself back onto you, kissing you tenderly before snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, whispering “shut up,” into your neck. You could feel his smile on your skin and it made you laugh and wrap yourself around his large build, hugging him tightly, not wanting to let go and instead asking him to carry you to the shower; which he did after some light teasing about how you would have to follow him to class like that all week if you were going to be clingy like this all week. You said you were fine with that plan and held on tighter, making him kiss you over and over again while whispering how much he loved you and how much he had been wanting to tell you just that for such a long time. 

Maybe you would go easy on him after all, or maybe you would be able to have even more fun playing with him from now on. The thought had you giggling to yourself as he helped you up from the couch, and as if he knew exactly what you were thinking he smirked at you and kissed you playfully before he carried you off to the bathroom. 

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[bbyquokka]

fuck me, sir

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: you and chan have a very special relationship

warnings: boss chan, assistant reader, smut, unprotected sex, penetration, pet names (pup, doll), fingering, clit play, breeding kink, domination, dirty talk, explicate language, nipple play, sex in a work place, gambling addiction, alcohol consumption, squirting, creampie, toys (vibrator), spanking, choking, possessiveness – if i missed any, lmk!

words: 5.3k

a/n: i feel like im slowly getting more confident in writing smut – its still not 100% but im slowly getting there 🤗 i had oddinary trailer chan in my mind when i was writing this sooooo 🤪🥴

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"Here you are, sir. The documents you requested for as well as your coffee and lunch." You placed each item down on the desk as you spoke, turning the file of documents to face your boss.

Your boss looked up at you as you took a step back, hands clasped together in front of you.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

He shook his head, waving his hand to dismissing you. You bowed politely, returning back to your desk.

you got to work on replying to important emails, your perfectly manicured nails tapping against the keys. numerous emails were sent to many different people, with the occasional trash emails.

You worked in the cities biggest corporation known as - Bang Corp. Bang Chan, your boss, is the head after he inherited it from his father. The company has been in Chan's family for years so it was only natural for it to be passed down to him.

You have been working as his assistant for one year. Your job required you to make phone calls, emails, inform Chan of his schedules, bring him his daily coffee and lunch. Your assistant life reminded you of the movie: The devil wears Prada, except you handled money and not fashion.

A year ago, you was desperate for a job. Your father was in a lot of debt from his gambling addiction. Your father lost a lot of things in his life due to his addiction. He gambled away his wage and when that was all gone - the savings were next.

He soon became jobless because he stole money from his job he worked at to fund his addiction. Your mother soon got tired of him and left. Not only had he gambled away the family funds, but he also stole from his own family to fund his stupid addiction

His addiction soon spiralled out of control. He would bet on horses, sit in front of the slot machines till 4am, even spend money on scratch cards and lottery tickets. Your father his rock bottom when he began to take out loans to fund his habit.

Normally, when taking out loans, they like to do background checks to see if you're able to repay it back, but your father found loopholes. He would request loans from sketchy websites and people that didn't do these types of checks.

Soon, your father was in a huge amount of debt. One that he couldn't pay off. Shortly after, he suddenly became unwell and took a turn for the worse. You love your father, he is family after all, but seeing his life be wasted away in front of slot machines, made you hate gambling as well as pity him.

You thought that it was all over, but it was far from over. Soon, people were knocking at your door requesting money. You was confused, until one of them said they were the people that your father loaned money off

Your father's loan became yours. You pitted him even more.

With a loan above your head and no job, you needed a good paying job fast. Normally, you would have done anything, but considering the loan and wanting it to be gone as fast as possible - you had to be picky.

That's when you found an advertisement for Bang Corp. They were looking for an assistant. You applied, had an interview and got the job. Bang Chan wasn't the one who interviewed you and decided you was the best fit, so you was yet to meet him

After a few months of working, you finally met him. You were intimidated by him, a man who held so much power in his walk, a man who knew his stuff was an intimidating man to you. But, he was also your type of man.

A man who knew what he wanted with a good head on his shoulders is an attractive man. Not only is he smart but attractive. His black hair, slicked back. Glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. A work suit with a white or black button-up shirt would be his choice of clothing for the work days.

You rarely spoke, just a simple hello or a nod of acknowledgement when he passed by. If he needed something, he would let you know but it was very brief. He is a busy man after all.

You got close to him when you was invited to a dinner meeting with Bang Chan. Of course, Chan was the one who was invited but it required a plus one and you being his assistant meant that you automatically got invited.

You dressed in your best dress, hair and makeup to perfection, even choosing to wear your best jewellery and perfume. Chan picked you up at your home, impressed that you managed to match his own attire. You thanked him for his compliment, feeling shy as you blushed lightly.

The dinner meeting was boring. Talks about this and that. You were only there for the free food and alcohol, which was also bad. The expansive life isn't for you.

After what felt like hours of a long, dull night, you and Chan called it an evening. Saying your polite goodbyes, you headed to Chan's car. He drove you back home and you offered him to come inside and have a coffee.

He accepted. Soon, you were both laughing at this and that over cups of coffee and biscuits. He was a completely different man that day. You're so use to him being formal and strict, yet there he was, making jokes and gossiping about work. "I can be myself when I'm around you, I like it."

It soon became a habit of Chan's to stop by your place and relax. You didn't mind, in fact, you loved having the extra company. Everything was going so well for you.

Until that night.

Chan arrived at your apartment at the usual time for his usual routine of gossiping. He plopped on the sofa, unbuttoning a few of his buttons revealing some of his chest. He looked stressed, his hair in it's unusual messy state from having his hands in it constantly, the knot in between his furrowed brows.

You offered him his usual coffee which he denied. "Bring me a whiskey instead, please." With Chan drinking, you thought you would do the same, pouring yourself a glass of wine before sitting next to Chan and listening to his troubles.

Before you knew it, Chan was in-between your legs. His tongue flicking your sensitive bud as his large hands kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts. Your clothes discarded in a pile on the floor whilst Chan was still in his work pants.

Whimpers left your lips as he inserted two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Your slick coating his fingers as he thrusted them at a steady pace. His fingers curled, hitting your sweet spot as your velvety walls clamped and squeezed around him.

His skilful tongue flicking your sensitive bud, occasionally licking and nibbling softly. Your bodies slick with sweat, pants and moans leaving your lips.

you felt yourself getting impatient. You wanted Chan and you wanted him now. Chan wanted to make sure you was well prepared, you made it known that you hadn't had any sexual activity in a while so Chan didn't want to hurt you.

It's sweet of him but you were getting impatient the longer time went on.

Chan, too, also felt impatient. Once he was confident enough that you was prepared, he stood, pulling the zip down from his pants and pulling his cock out through the hole.

He grabbed your legs, pulling you closer. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing himself inside to the brim. You was full of Chan and you loved it. His thrusts were powerful and fast. The way the sweat on his body reflected the light made you more excited.

His eyes closed as he thrusted, grunts leaving his lips. Soon, you both came together. After getting washed up and changed, you fell asleep, Chan staying the night with you.

Since then, your relationship has changed.

(Y/N)!" Chan's voice boomed throughout the building. You stood up from your desk, soothing down your pencil skirt before walking to the door.

You knocked and walked inside slowly. Chan, who was sitting at his desk dressed in his usual attire but with a black button up shirt instead, looked up at you and smirked.

You stood in front of his desk, hands clasped together as you looked at him. Chan stood and walked to the tall windows that were next to the office door. He closed the blinds before returning back to you.

He stood behind you, his height towering over you. Your heart rate sped up as he leaned in, his lips ghosting your ear as his fingers travelled up and down your arms, goosebumps leaving in his wake.

"Have you been a good girl and done as I asked?" He whispered. You whimpered, nodding slowly.

Chan chuckled softly, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Do I believe you though" his voice turning into a low growl, sending shivers down your spine.

He pressed his chest flush against your back, his phone coming into your view. You looked down at the screen which showed an app. You pressed your lips together, Chan increasing the vibrations with a swipe of his thumb.

Your knees buckled underneath you, moans leaving your lips as the vibrator you put inside yourself early under Chan's instructions- vibrated against your soft, wet walls.

Chan was quick to hold you up, smirking at your reaction. You hung your head low, your hands turning into fists as moans left your lips continually. Your underwear was unconformably sticky and wet. Chan gave you strict instructions to not take out the vibrator, no matter what.

He had been teasing you all day, increasing and decreasing the vibrations. He would do it at times where he would gain a reaction from you. Talking to a work colleague, on the phone, having lunch - these times he would increase the vibrations catching you off guard, earning himself a glare from you as well as a whimper.

"Such a good girl." He whispered down your ear, decreasing the vibrations. Your breathing laboured. You closed your eyes, Chan's tongue licking the shell of your ear slowly.

"Good girls deserve rewards." His hands slipped under your work shirt, cupping your breasts over your bra. you leant against Chan, his hands kneading the flesh.

"Chan.." you whispered. Chan hummed against the skin on your neck, his plump lips planting delicate kisses along your shoulder blade.

His nimble fingers dipped under your bra, finding your stiffened nipple. Chan rolled the bud between his fingers, squeezing with enough pressure to make you whimper softly.

"Chan, we're at work." You whispered. Chan laughed before sucking on your skin, leaving purple bruises.

"Hasn't stopped us before, doll." you pressed your lips together in a thin line, closing your eyes as Chan continues to mark your neck and play with your sensitive nipple.

You leaned against Chan's chest for stability, saying 'fuck it' to the fact you're doing this at work. Chan hummed, nibbling your earlobe gently.

"That's a good girl. Let me take care of you." You nodded slowly, his free hand sliding up your leg. His hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rolling it up high as his hand went further up.

His fingers ghosting along your inner thigh, tickling the skin through your nylon tights. You waited, anticipating what he was, or wasn't, going to do.

"You're such a beautiful woman, (Y/N)" Chan murmured against your skin. You shook your head no, disagreeing with his statement. Chan pulled away from your neck, his hand removing itself from your breast.

He took your chin in his hand gently, turning it so you was looking at him. You whimpered as his eyes bore into your own, his aura dominating you, making you feel small and powerless.

God, you'd do anything for this man.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage. Chan brushed his thumb along your lower lip slowly whilst licking his own.

"You are beautiful. You always will be in my eyes, no matter how many times you deny it. I will also find you beautiful." He whispered, leaning in slowly.

Your cheeks tainted red at his words, eyes closing as he leant in. Your lips ghosted against each other, breathes hitting each others lips. You licked Chan's bottom lip slowly, earning a growl from his throat making you shiver.

"Chan, please."

"Please what?"

"Kiss me." You whimpered as his lips pressed firmly against your own. The kiss is hot, passionate and hungry. It started off at a steady rhythm before Chan got impatient and devoured your lips.

Teeth and tongues collided with each other. Saliva mixing together as you kissed one another hungrily. You whimpered into the kiss, Chan swallowing each moan and whimper that fell out of your mouth.

His hands got to work in opening up your work blouse, buttons popping open. the cold air hit your skin once it was fully opened and Chan lifted up your bra so it was resting above your breasts.

He cupped both breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. You whimpered, clenching your thighs together as your nipples got hard from the sensations.

Chan took your sensitive buds in his fingers, rolling and pinching them with enough pressure to make you moan. By now, all your body weight had shifted onto Chan's chest. Your legs trembling beneath you, threatening to give up.

Chan pulled away, walking in front of you. You looked at him, watching him admire you. He stroked your neck gently where purple bruises were forming, smirking at his handy work.

"Now everyone knows you belong to someone."

"I'll always belong to you, Sir." You mewled. Chan shivered at your words, humming.

Chan grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. His head dipped down, capturing your nipple in his mouth. You softly moaned, hands reaching up and tangling your fingers in his neatly kept hair.

You tugged his hair at his scalp, earning a grunt against your nipple. The tip of his tongue circled around your bud, before licking and sucking. He blew on your wet nipple, the cold air making you shiver and goosebumps to rise on your skin

"Such a sensitive little pup." Chan smirked. He ghosted his lips from your nipple to your skin, sucking and biting the skin around your nipple creating more marks. He shifted to your other breast, giving it just as much love as the first.

He took a step back, your neck and breasts covered in purple bruises. Your cheeks pink, chest rising and eyes hooded as you look at Chan. Chan groaned at the sight of you, his own hand flying down to his hard cock, palming it through his work pants.

"Such a seductive sight. I love it." You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together. Chan raised an eyebrow at your actions, watching you.

"Chan, please." Chan sighed, walking towards you.

"Let's get one thing correct, pup. one, it's not Chan, it's sir to you. also, I know what you want." He grabbed your cheeks in his hands, squeezing them together gently. You whimpered as he leant in close to you, his voice low and seductive as he spoke.

"You want me to fuck you, isn't that right? fill your greedy hole with my cock. fill you to the brim with my seed. Is that what you want? Want me to breed you, like a dirty little slut?"

You shivered and nodded "Please sir, breed me. Fill my greedy hole with your cock and cum. I want you so badly."

"But pup, the vibrator. isn't it enough for you?" He cooed. You shook your head no the best you could.

"N-No! I need more! Something bigger, thicker. I need you! I don't feel satisfied, Sir." Chan scoffed, rolling his eyes at your desperate begs.

"I always knew you were such a greedy pup. I give and give and yet, you still beg for more." Chan bent you over his desk, your hands planted firmly on the wood.

You look over your shoulder, trying to see what Chan was planning. You felt his hands rolling up your skirt to your hips, his hand caressing the curve of your ass.

you turned your head, eyes focusing on the many documents that lay on Chan's desk. His hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, hums of content ringing in your ears. He suddenly grabbed your nylon tights, ripping them. The sound of the fabric ripping caused you to groan and look over your shoulder.

Chan was looking at your ass, licking his lips slowly. He smirked, locking eyes with you as he drew his hand back and slapped your ass, harsh. Your body jolted forward from the impact, the sting making your eyes water slightly.

Chan continued to slap your ass harshly, red handprints forming on your cheeks. You panted, the sting making it unbearable for you. You lowered your head, tears falling down your cheeks.

Pain turned to pleasure. Soft whimpers left your lips as your body jolted with each spank. Chan rubbed your tender flesh, before his hand collided with a loud slap. Tears fell onto his desk, grunts leaving Chan's lips. Chan walked to your side, lifting your head up. He hummed at the sight of you as your tears fell. He wiped away the fallen tears with the pad of his thumb as his free hand rubbed soft circles on your tender flesh.

"Good pup. You did so well." You hummed at his praises. At this point, your pussy is throbbing uncontrollable, your clit aching to be touched so bad that it hurts.

Your mind foggy, nothing but thoughts about Chan and what he would potentially do to you. It was crazy to you how all he has done is tease you all day, yet you would do anything for this man. The way your body reacts around him has told you that Chan has trained you well. Chan knew that and he thrived of it.

He felt smug. His ego ballooned when he saw how you would react around him when your fingers would touch when you hand him something, how you would blush when he was so close, you could feel his body head radiating onto you.

He's not a possessive nor a jealous person, but when it comes to you, it's like he's a different person. He hates how people can openly talk to you, make you laugh and have their hands all over you.

Their filthy hands tainting your precious skin, corrupting you like a disease. It's like he could see the tainted black marks spreading across your body from the many people that touch you.

The only person who should be able to corrupt you, is Chan. The only person who should have their hands on you, is Chan. Because you are Chan's, he owns you and you belong to him.

He hates having to share what is his.

Chan walked behind you again, pulling your soaked panties to the side. Your juices coated your pussy and inner thighs. You whimpered at the cold air hitting your cunt, shivering slightly. Your soaked cunt visibly pulsating, contracting around the vibrator. Chan watched, groaning in satisfaction. He licked his lips, hand palming his now painful erection.

"You're this soaked, all because of a toy, huh?" You shook your head, causing Chan to raise a brow. "No?" He questioned.

"It's not all because of the toy, Sir. It's b-because of you i'm like this." You panted.

"But, I didn't do anything." Chan spoke. His long, index finger running up and down your soaked slit. You hummed at the contact as Chan's finger instantly got soaked. You wiggled your hips, silently begging for more.

"You teased me." you whispered.

"What did I do, pup. Go one, tell me what I've done to make you this needy." You swallowed, head hung low. You lifted your head up slowly, feeling Chan widening your entrance with two fingers to get a good glimpse.

"Y-You kissed me. Marked me and played with my tits. You've been teasing me all day with the vibrator, increasing the vibrations." You spun your head around to look at Chan over your shoulder, his expression showing that he is pleased with himself.

"You made me like this, sir. You made me this needy and desperate! You know how I am when I'm around you now, how quickly I melt into the palm of your hand. Take responsibility, Chan!"

A groan and a sudden slap to your ass caused you to yelp in surprise, your body jolting forward.

"I told you pup, it's Sir."

"S-Sorry sir." You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks. Chan grabbed your hips, bringing them closer to him. He placed a finger on your clit, applying enough pressure to make you moan as he circled the sensitive bud.

Your thighs trembled, hips rutting in the palm of Chan's hand, soaking it in your juices. Chan tutted at your actions, squeezing your tender ass cheek. Chan pressed his erection against your ass, his chest pressed against your back as he leant over you.

"Look at you. Look at you rutting against the palm of my hand, soaking it in your juices. You're so needy, pup." He leaned in close to your ear, before whispering "I love it."

You moaned at his words, squeezing your eyes shut. Chan's finger left your aching clit and travelled down your slit to your soaked entrance. He took the vibrator out, throwing it on the floor beside him.

You whined at the sudden loss, feeling empty. Chan took the time to soak in your moans, your posture and your actions. He watched your hips moving on their own accord, your thighs trembled as your cunt pulsates and clench around nothing.

Your work blouse falling off your shoulder, your tights ripped with your skirt just above your waist. If it wasn't for you both being at work, Chan would have his way with you all day, providing you with intense orgasms and pleasure until you're begging him to stop.

"Sir, please. Please touch me. Please do something." You cried out.

"Hush little one. Don't be so impatient now." Chan cooed. You rolled your eyes at his words, feeling nothing but impatient at this point.

Chan slipped to fingers with ease inside you, stopping until he was knuckle deep. His fingers curled as he thrusted them slowly, picking up the pace once he felt how wet and soft your walls are. He thrusted his fingers fast, rubbing against your velvety walls and instantly hitting your sweet spot, making you see stars.

He held your hips firmly, stopping you from falling to the floor. You cried out his name with each thrust of his fingers, sweat coating your skin. Your walls tightened around his fingers, the knot forming in an instant due to the work the vibrator had been doing.

"Cum, I think I'm going-"

"Cum then. Cum around my fingers, pup." You squeezed your thighs together, your walls getting tighter and tighter around Chan's fingers, making it difficult for him to move. You cried out his name as the knot snapped in the pit of your stomach, your walls contacting around his fingers as you came.

Your juices fell down Chan's fingers and your thighs, falling on the floor beneath you as well as getting some on the front of Chan's desk. Chan hummed, watching your body convulsing.

He pulled his fingers out off you slowly, wiping them on his pants. Your body limp, chest pressed firmly against his desk as you panted. You took deep breaths to calm down as Chan kissed your neck softly, the salt from your sweat hitting his lips.

"Good pup. Now, it's time for the real thing. I hope you're ready for it, because I sure am." He growled.

Chan unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free from their restraints. he sighed in content, his angry cock stood proudly as his tip was red and leaking pre-cum.

You hummed at the sight, licking your lips and feeling yourself getting wetter. Chan unbuttoned his work shirt, leaving it open. His abs and chest exposed, his sweat reflecting off the light. You wanted to reach around and touch him, run your hands up and down that delicious body.

Chan held his cock at the base, walking closer to your soaked core. He tapped his cock against it a few times, teasingly rubbing and sliding it in and out a few times, earning a frustrated whine from you.

"Sir, Please!"

"Please what?" You sighed in frustration, reaching the end off your limit with this constant teasing.

"Fucking stick it in and fuck me, Chan!" You stomped your foot, your voice laced with annoyance.

Chan scoffed before grabbing your hips roughly and pushing his length inside until he was at the hilt. He began thrusting fast and powerful, not giving you time to adjust or comprehend what is happening.

Your eyes widen, head falling onto the wooden desk., the impact being softened by loose papers. Your body jolted forward with each powerful thrust.

"Let's get a few things straight, shall we pup seeing as you also like being a brat. Number one, don't demand or tell me what to do. I own you. You belong to me therefore, I demand and you do as you're told!" Chan grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling you up and flush against his body.

"Number two, you will behave like a good little slut. I have told you once before, my name isn't chan. It's sir. I'm only letting it go just this once because you have been a good little pup for me. Taking my cock so well in your greedy cunt. Disobey me again, and there will be punishment. Do I make myself clear?!"

You swallowed, his voice stern, low and dominating. It made you quiver, your core clench around Chan's cock. A grunt left his lips as he let go of your hair, your body falling back onto the desk.

Chans cock rubbed against your walls in the most delicious way possible. His hands gripped your hips tightly, marking them with red finger prints. He repositioned himself each time he re-entered you to hit your spot.

It didn't take him long to hit it, considering how well he knows your body – inside and out. You saw stars, silent moans leaving your lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ability to form words, disappeared. Chan grabbed your shoulder, pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He held you in position, his hand finding their way to your neck.

His fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides. You moaned as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. You couldn't help but notice how his veins were protruding along his arms, making you whimper. Chan licked the side of your neck, salt from your sweat coating his taste buds. He squeezed your neck harder as his thrusts were merciless.

"Good, so good. it's so good." You choked out.

"Is it good, pup?" You hummed "Do you like being fucked dumb like a little slut?"

You hummed again, earning a grunt of satisfaction from Chan

"Good girl." He whispered. Chan loosened his grip around your neck, keeping a loose grip around it. You closed your eyes, basking in the pleasure. Your body was hot and sweaty, your head empty of thoughts. You forgot where you was as you could only concentrate on the immense pleasure Chan was giving you.

Moans and grunts rang down your ear as Chan was slowly, but surely, losing his composure. His hips slapping against you skin. You started to feel a dull ache from the impact in your lower back, hips and thighs but you didn't care. You didn't want him to stop.

Your mouth hung loosely open in an 'O' shape, saliva pooling at the corners before spilling down your chin. Your throat sore and dry from the silent panting. You gripped onto Chan's wrist, nails digging into his flesh leaving crescent marks. Your hair sticking to your forehead, baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck. Chan's body radiating heat onto you, suffocating you.

Chan was losing it. With each thrust of his cock, your walls contacted and tightened around him. Your incoherent words and broken sentences ringing in his ears. Your juices threatening to spill out.

Chan loved this. He loved seeing you fucked dumb and taking him so well. It lite something deep with him, making him go feral. He never knew or thought he could behave or react like this, yet here he is, pounding into you like his life depended on it.

You both changed each other, made you realise things about yourself and explore things you both never knew you had. You both have a good chemistry, even when you're not fucking.

"Shit, (Y/N) you feel so good – too good infact." Chan grunted, his words strained. You hummed at his words, the knot in your stomach forming, fast.

"You fuck me so well Chan. I think I'm addicted to you."

"I'm addicted to you too, pup. The way you feel, the way you act, the way you talk and smell. You're my drug and I need a fill of you every second of everyday."

"You have me Chan. I'm all yours for the taking. Remember – you own me."

"That I do." Chan's hips faltering in speed, his movements becoming sloppy.

"Close, sir?" You opened your eyes, looking up at the sweaty yet gorgeous man above you. His neatly kept hair messy, sweat coating his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down his temples. He nodded, looking down at you and locking eyes.

"So close pup. I'm so fucking close." You hummed, licking your lips.

"Then cum. Full me up and breed me, Chan. I want every drop of your cum deep inside me. I want it to be spilling out off me."

Chan grunted at your words. His hips stopped moving as his body shook. He hung his head low, biting down on the valley that connects your neck and shoulder together.

You whimpered in pain as his teeth sunk into you, a string of groans leaving Chan as he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls white. You hummed at the feeling. Chan smirked against your skin, pushing you back down on the desk.

Your eyes widened as he resumed his powerful and fast thrusts. "C-Chan"

"Shh pup. You haven't came yet. Let me help you." You rested on your forearms, biting your own skin as you whimpered and moaned. The knot tightened with each thrust and before you had the chance to warn Chan, your orgasm hit you – hard.

Your body trembled, stars appearing in your prereferral, juices spilling out off you and onto the floor, desk and over Chan's cock. Your knees buckled under you and before Chan could catch you – you fell to the floor in a sweaty, tired and panting mess.

Your head hung low as you struggled to regain your composure. You felt Chan's cum trickling out off you slowly, making you shiver. Chan knelt beside you, holding some tissue. He lifted your chin up gently, moving your hair away from your face as he wiped away any tears and saliva on your face.

"You did good, doll." He softly spoke. You nodded slowly, your body feeling tired and sore.

"Are you okay?" his voice laced with concern as his eyes searched for any signs of discomfort on your features.

"I'm okay, Chan. I'm just really tired and sore." Chan laughed softly, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"How about we take the rest of the day off? I'll take you back to mine and we can have a long, hot soak in the bath, cuddle and order something to eat. tteokbokki sound good?"

You hummed, your stomach grumbling at the sound of tteokbokki. You blushed as Chan laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

[mashiraostail]

Hi! Can I please get some Gang Orca, Aizawa, Vlad King and Present Mic when their S/O knows they've been having a rough week and they surprise their mans with lingerie and an evening of... *ahem* Stress relief? Also some pampering and snuggles!

o my gosh i love this song this is kinda on the longer side i have diverged into the world of p o rn 

ns fw under the cut (i think it’s pretty gender neutral lmk tho!)

Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca: Kugo tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve in private with you, stress was no different. He was clearly stretched out beyond his normal limits, and by the looks of it, he still had a ways further to go. He always got a little short with you when his work became tedious, not in a mean way just in a curt way. One word answers to your questions became favorable and for better or worse he mostly just liked to be left alone. He apologized after things were sorted he knows you’re only worried and trying to check in with him but when things pile up he gets overwhelmed even by your simple questions.  You could feel the irritation appearing on Monday night, and it only piled as the week progressed, by the end of it the poor man was about to spill over with his annoyance. You were working quietly across the room from him, much less stressful and more leisurely assignments that didn’t make your heart leap out of your throat, you watch him tap his pen around on his desk, prattling the black plastic as he sat on the phone, after a moment he just hung up and sighed, that was the fourth interaction like that within the hour. You watched him forlornly, you wished there was some way for you to help relieve the tension in his shoulders, something you could say or do that would put him at ease rather than overwhelm him further. As you pondered it you realized that maybe there was something. You stand up suddenly, and the unexpected motion leads Kugo to turn and look at you expectantly.  “I’m going to get ready for bed I think.” You sigh, “I’m pretty exhausted so it’s probably best to call it an early night.” It was at least worth a try, even if he’d say no, “you look tired too.” You press a kiss just below his eye, “why don’t you join me?”  He shakes his head, “In a little while. I’ll be quiet.”  “I wasn’t worried about that.” You squeeze his shoulders, “don’t work too hard, okay Kugo?” He just hums back at you as you leave.  You were sort of worried you’d lost it, you’d boughten it a while ago but got too nervous to even put it on by yourself let alone in front of someone else. It wasn’t that you thought he wouldn’t like it, you were pretty sure Kugo could find a way to compliment you if you were wearing a trash bag, it just felt...strange. Embarrassing maybe. You couldn’t pin the word but it made you flutter nervously.  When you do manage to dig it up you contemplate it for a second. You decide the nervousness will be worthwhile if it helps relieve Kugo even a little bit.  You wonder how to go about it, should you just walk across the hall and bust in his office? That feels sort of curt. You look around for a moment before an idea percolates.  “Kugo!” You call out to him, trying to keep an indifferent tone, “can you come here a second? I need a hand!” You hear him sigh, and you’re half expecting him to call back that the step ladder is in the kitchen. But you sit on the edge of your bed in wait, trying to look less nervous and more appealing.  “What’s the matter? I’m very-” Blue, dark navy blue and barely there. He really wasn’t expecting this. He could practically see all of you, sitting on the edge of the mattress, legs crossed, thin satiny straps hardly holding the frail garment together, he’s sure just one tug from his finger would send it fluttering to the ground. He feels sort of bad for letting so much annoyance bubble up in him when you called for him. But now something else was bubbling up. It was like you’d packaged yourself up for him.. well he supposed you quite literally did. “Are you busy?” You can feel his gaze latch onto you, his eyes taking you in, up and down rapidly over and over again.  “No..not...very..”

 It really doesn’t take much coaxing to get him undressed and into bed. After a while of kissing him while his hands roam around the sheer blue lace that just scarcely covered you, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. You’d been together for a while, and you were never one to hold out on him, he isn’t sure why he’s on cloud nine right now, it’s not like he’d never gotten this sort of thing from you before, your hands, mouth, and a lot more than that were always there. If he wanted you all he had to do was ask. But something about you doing this for him, because he was stressed...the way you did all this just to relieve him? It was too sweet, combined with the sight of you in that perfect outfit on your knees for him and the feeling of your lips and hands playing with his already hard cock was more than enough to wash the tension away. It cleared his head of anything but you.  Big hands pull your mouth off his length, the drool and precum around your lower lip, paired with the redness washed over your face and the obscene plumpness in your lips that the stretch of his cock left behind would have been enough to make him beg if you felt any need to withhold from him. Lucky for him you did not.  “Kugo-” You let him spread your legs, tread careful fingers between them pressing in one, then another while he holds you up in his lap, leaning you against his chest for leverage.  “What a sweet thing you are...” His chest rumbles with it, “did you go to this trouble all to make me feel better?”  His fingers knew their way around too well, his other hand splayed on your chest, careful to simply push or slide underneath the lace rather than remove it, palms and fingertips occasionally brushing over your nipple, all you can do is keen and nod.  “You did?” His hand on your chest pushes you closer, “that makes me so happy my love.”  “Kugo-” You call for him again and he hums as you clutch his wrist, the one between your legs.  “I’m right here. Hm... What would I do without you?” He murmurs it close to your ear, it sends a full-body shudder down your frame, “you always take such good care of me, and I was being cold to you wasn’t I?”  “No,” you shake your head, your whole face is burning, a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at the exposure, “you weren’t-”  “But I was.” He sighs, “and now I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”  “Kugo- I just want you,” you gasp, fingers tightening around his arm, “please Kugo,” his fingers leave you at that, the loss makes your whole abdomen stutter.  “Turn around and face me.” You follow his order with shaking thighs.  “Aren’t you lovely?” His tongue slides over your chest as two big hands curl around the small of your back. “Can you do it?”  His question falls on deaf ears, you’re already lining him up and starting to take him in, the groan that rumbles out of him only spurs you on until you’ve worked yourself up to hysterics bouncing in his lap, his low grunted praises pushing you closer to the proverbial edge by the second.  You’re a nice view, Kugo’s surprised he’s lasted so long with it. He watches the flush extend down your chest, his hand occasionally treks down the small of your back to your hips, then down still to feel the stretch of you around his length, until he's just about there, then he’s guiding all your movements, pushing and lifting you with ease, an almost bruising grip gets you to roll your hips against his. You’re sheathed totally in his lap when you both finish.  He enjoys watching your chest heave as you come down from it, then you fall against him. “You really do look lovely.” He wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place.  “You think so?” You shuffle up his chest, “well I’m glad. I don’t know why I was nervous..”  “Nervous?” His tongue glides along your neck, “about how you looked?” “Maybe, I don’t know. I thought maybe you wouldn’t like it, I...I guess I don’t know what I thought to be honest.”  “Whatever you want to give to me I’d be delighted to have.” He nips your earlobe and you sigh, coiling a leg around him as he continues, “even when I get a little short with you, you’re always what I want. I’m a pushover when it comes to you.” He concedes, and then you remember.  “Sorry to pull you away from all your work. I just wanted to help...”  “No need to be sorry, you did help..” He’s rubbing long, tender strokes up your back, “and anyways it was an emergency.” 

Shouta Aizawa: Stress wasn’t foreign to the erasure hero, though stress that came from being behind on work presented a certain dilemma. He dealt with stress by sleeping, but in this case...well sleeping would only make it worse. So he got even less sleep than normal. He was irritable at best and downright rude at worst. He’d apologize later, he always did, but at the moment all he wanted was to be left along to plug away at all the responsibilities he’d neglected until now. You felt bad, you wished there was more you could do to help him out, but as it were all you could really do is be there if he wanted to lean his weight on your arm or complain about his day, normally you’d offer a nap with him but that seemed like the last thing he’d want.  You’d already left him to get ready for bed, you’d showered and were rummaging around for some pajamas when you find it, you don’t think you’d even worn it before. You wouldn’t say you and Shouta didn’t have a lot of sex, you had a decent amount, but normally fancy lingerie was left to fantasy, it looked fragile and not at all like something that would hold up against Shouta’s semi-destructive bedroom tendencies, you wonder why you bought it in the first place. Though you realize that it may be useful right about now, especially if he was in a being taken care of mood over a, doing the caring mood.  You wonder how long ago you even got it, it still fit fine so it can’t be all that old. You peek out the bedroom door to make sure he’s still sitting, unsuspecting at the table in the kitchen, his back to you.  When it all checked out you made your way over, sliding your arms around his neck.  “Shou.” You rest your cheek against his temple, “it’s so late.”  “I know.” Is his deadpan reply. “Do you need the time?” He points to the bottom right of his screen, a small digital clock displaying the hour. You huff at that, you knew he knows that’s not what you mean. “Come to bed with me.” You rub his chest over the ribbed fabric of his shirt, “please?”  “In a minute.”  “Shouta..please..” You whine at him and duck down to kiss his jaw, he reaches behind himself to hold onto you, he finds your shoulder, by the crook of your neck, expecting to feel the fabric of a t shirt or a tank top strap, but there’s nothing, just skin, he slides his hand over your shoulder, in search of something. His other arm reaches around too, lower, to your legs, thighs, and hips.  “Are you naked?” He asks incredulously. “Maybe,” His hand finds one strap around your thigh as you continue, “or better.” He pulls away and stands, facing you, you’re still bent over resting on the back of his chair.  “You-” His eyes latch onto the purple, royal purple, dark, and figure-hugging, leaving nothing to his imagination, purple that he wanted to pull away with his teeth, leaving marks on your skin behind in its place.  “Where’d you get that-”  “Why’s it matter?” You laugh, pulling him closer by his shoulder, “want a matching set?”  “Shut up.” He wraps his arms around you despite his words.  “Ready to call it a night now?” Your own arms come around his neck and he sighs.  “You’re such a brat.”  “You were the one being mean, if you work like this too much I’ll worry you don’t love me anymore, you know?”  The trek from the kitchen to your bedroom is mostly lost in your memory.  You aren’t entirely sure why you considered the possibility that Shouta would want to lay back and let you take care of him, as soon as he touched you back in the kitchen you realized all he’d really want to do was blow off steam. But you were fine with that too. 

That in mind...he can be utterly cruel when it suits him. 

“Are you still worried I don’t love you anymore?” His voice is low and gruff beside your ear, his lips and stubble scraping down your jaw to your neck. If you’d had plans to get on your knees for him he nixed them before you could even get started in favor of getting you where he had you now, back to his chest three fingers inside you at a grueling pace, pushing and curling and rubbing until your eyes were watering and you were arching against him, trying to get enough leverage to close yourself off.  “Keep your legs open.” His other hand is at your collar bone, keeping you pressed against him, “come on, or I’ll tie you up how I want you.” You grip his arm at that you can feel him grin into your skin.  “You’re gonna rip it-” You turn into him, chest stuttering, he hadn’t gone to the trouble of removing the lingerie, just pushing and twisting it out of the way of his hands.  “I’ll buy you a new set if I do.” He’s teeth close around your neck, “don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about anything.”  You dig your nails into his arm unsure of what number orgasm this was, honestly after 2 you felt like they just melded together anyways, it’s not like he let up nearly long enough to let you recover.  “Are your eyes watering?” He mutters it into your jaw, “aren’t you cute? Is it too much?” You’re just shaking your head, keening and arching into his touch, chest heaving with helpless breaths.  “No?” His voice is thick with faux sympathy, “are you gonna cry? It hurts a little to be so close, doesn’t it? Can’t take it? You’re right there aren’t you? Why can’t you cum?” He doesn’t mind the scratching, and it’s a good thing, cause if he did..he’d be an unhappy man after this all let up.  “You didn’t say-” You barely get the breath in your lungs to push the words out.  He’s grinning though, it’s the answer he wanted, exactly how he wanted it, breathless and needy. “You want me to say you can?” His other hand rubs your stomach comfortingly, a stark and unfair contrast to the pace of his second hand. “Is that what you want? Will you cry if I don’t?”  “I’ll cry if you do too-”  “I’m willing to test that, come on. Cum now.” It happens like clockwork, with Shouta it always was. Stuttering thighs, your stomach taking in shaky uneven breaths. Once your peak is there and gone both hands are softer, slower, rubbing long strokes against your sex then your stomach and chest.  “That was good.” He’s murmuring it into the soft skin behind your ear, “that was so good. You’re so sweet.” His hand’s rubbing small circles over your belly, his thumb brushing over your navel. “Is that all you can do tonight?” “No,” You shake your head vehemently, “no I want you too-” He hums affectionately into your skin at that. “You are sweet tonight.” He squeezes you a little, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but you feel it. “Okay then, if this is what you want then I won’t feel bad. Lay on your chest.”

Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King: Despite how he looked Kan really wasn’t very brutish at all. But when he got like this sometimes his own strength evaded him. It made his emotions obvious, when he got too stressed even a fountain pen was liable to snap in his fist. He’d worked through all the wooden pencils in your apartment, they’d been halved and discarded in rapid succession, he was currently working through all the mechanical pencils. You hoped this all got sorted before the fountain pens, that was a mess you’d rather avoid. He was usually good at dealing with stress, long runs, combat trainings, things in that vein were usually enough to relive him of a bad couple of days. But if the discontent extended past that normally he liked talking with you, when he was stressed, upset or exhausted he liked having you hauled up in his lap, squeezing him, combing your fingers through his hair and babying him into perking up a bit. But when it got past even that stage was when you had to worry about fountain pens.  He’d brush you off, just a grunt or nod as a reply as he slunk back into his seat. You tired your signature knuckle kisses to get him to warm up to you, but all you’d gotten out of him was a huff of breath. He didn’t pull his hand away from you though, until his phone started to ring, and by the time he finished his conversation and hung up he didn’t look keen on offering it to you again.  “Sek.” You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow and he nods.  “You should come to bed. It’s late and you don’t feel good.”  “I feel fine.” He shakes your hold on his arm, “you go ahead. It is late, there’s no need for you to be up now.” Normally he’d kiss your head with a phrase like that, but all he did was break the pencil in his right hand. You sigh, “alright. Well wake me up if anything okay? If I can help at all I want to.”  “I know. Thanks.” You kiss his temple as you stand up, “Don’t be too late.” He just nods at that and you close the door behind you as you leave.  It’s there in your closet front and center when you open it up. You were planning on using it for his birthday...but now..well maybe it’d be enough to rescue him yet? You only got it a few days ago, you hadn’t even tried it on yet. You look between it and your reflection before settling on an idea.  You stand before the closed door, separating you and Sekijiro, you’re just a little nervous, if he brushed you off dressed like this you’d be sort of crushed, but he got such tunnel vision sometimes it was a possibility in your head. But you were almost 100% there now, so there wasn’t any use in turning back. “Sekijirio.” You open the door and try to seem less anxious. “Mhm?” He doesn’t turn to look at you. You approach him without responding. “Sekijiro.” You say it harder this time and he nods more obviously, still spinning a barely together pencil in his fingers.  “Yeah,what’s wrong?” You’re standing beside him and he still doesn’t look at you.  “I though you were going to bed?” He says still without looking at you.  “I was.” You agree.  “So why didn’t you?” “I got lonely.” You put a hand on his shoulder, hoping to get his gaze on you, though you’re ineffective. “I’m really busy.”   “Sekijiro.” You spin his chair.  “Baby what gives, I-” He stops, maybe chokes on something.  “You’re being such a brute.” You take his hands and slide them up your stomach as you drop into his lap. He hears you but all he can think about is red, lacy and showy fabric highlighting the best places, like a guide for all the places his wants to put his hands, the band around your thigh squeezing, making you look even fuller and more supple in his lap. “What happened to my big sweet man Seki?” His mouth feels dry, your holding the sides of his neck, drawing him into a kiss, and clearly encouraging him to just put his hands all over you. It was like he was having some embarrassing high school fantasy, like someone dug around his brain and picked out his most perfect fantasy and laid it out like a trap for him. “I say that..but it’s so sexy when you get all worked up..” His stomach swarms at that as your eyes cast to the abandoned pile of broken writing utensils. You’re practically whining into his lips, “ and I know I shouldn’t distract you, you said you were busy, I’m sorry I’m so needy-”  “I’m not busy at all.” He barely lets you finish, “this is nothing. Don’t be sorry. I can do it tomorrow.” He was sure his class would understand if he..waited an extra day or two to return the exams..  “Just keep working.” Your hands are sliding into his shirt, “I’ll take care of you.”

He could not keep working. It was unfair of you to hold him to that standard, when you were so good at this, when you looked so good on your knees between his legs, taking him to the back of your throat, when your hands felt like that braced on his thighs. No sane person could keep working. Not when your hair was begging to have his hands in it, or when you clearly needed to be guided up and down his length by the nape of your neck.  He only had two hands. And when your’s started wandering, up his abdomen, around to his waist, begging him to toss his shirt somewhere else..the work can wait, for your sake. He doesn’t mean to pull so hard, but the moan that flutters past your lips when he does indicates it may not be the worst mistake he’s ever made. He pulls you off his length and you let him go with a pop, a thin strand of something obscene connected your lips to the head of his cock, the sight of it alone was enough to make him buck his hips up into nothing.  “Let’s just go to bed.” He’s guiding you to stand, “I’m done here. Let’s just go bed.” He can’t tell if the ditzy stumble and blown out pupils are just part of the act or if blowing him really does shut your brain off a little. “if you want-” Your voice jumps as he swipes you up via the back of your thighs, once your settle though you take the short walk to your bedroom as an opportunity to get your lips on him again, his shoulders, his chest, just around the neckline of his hero costume, if it even tore a little one stood the chance of sticking out. He loses his pants on the way. He just tosses you on the bed once you’re close enough, before you can protest or complain he’s kissing you quiet, then trailing his mouth down your neck and shoulders, to your chest and stomach and legs, kissing and biting and fingering, enjoying the feeling of your fingers twirling and tugging his hair, and the way you’re spreading your legs to allow him closer. He enjoys it until he’s hooking your legs over his shoulders and lining himself up, your hands brace his hips as he presses forward.  If anyone asked him this was the best of both worlds, he got the physical work out plus he got you cooing in his ear? He wasn’t really sure what he was stressed about in the first place.  “Fuck-” You’re gasping it out, pressing his face into your neck, “you’re amazing-” Even subtle praise makes his stomach jump, and you’re just babbling it out thoughtlessly at this point, he doesn’t blame himself for not lasting much longer after you start.  His weight drops onto your chest after you finish and you heave, “jeeze Sek-”  “Sorry.” He presses his face into your shoulder, “sorry.” But he doesn’t move. The way you wrap your arms around his back say you don’t want him to.  “That was really good.” He’s still huffing into your skin and you hum, dragging a hand up his back.  “I’ll help you grade that stuff tomorrow.” You twirl the hairs at the base of his neck around your fingertips. He groans thankfully. “I’m sorry I was being mean.” He rolls over and traps you against his chest, “you’re the best.” 

Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic Hyperactive was an understatement, manic was an intense downplay of the current state of your boyfriend. And he was doing everything but the things that needed to get done.  “Hizashi-”  “I can't now I need to do-” (insert thing that doesn’t need to be done at all).  He had plenty of reports to fill out, from what you heard it was a busy week for patrols in the area, plus his usual grading and any work for the show.  But instead of doing that he was reorganizing a record shelf.  “Hizashi I-”  “You don’t understand how badly I need to organize these alphabetically by title.” He doesn’t let you get a word in.  “Clearly I don’t at all. Can I help at all?” You sit on the ground behind him.  “No I don’t think so.”  “Alright.” You concede, “I’m gonna call it a night.” You sigh, “call if you need me.”  “Aye aye.” He’s scrutinizing two records as you leave him.  You just needed to get him to focus on something, then he’d be fine. But what could you get him to focus on...something starts to bubble up, it might just work too..if you could get his feet on the ground  in anyway at all you were sure it’d stick.  It doesn’t take you long to find the box, you’d bought it for a special occasion, though with Hizashi you normally didn’t get much in the ways of planning and preparation, when valentines, your birthday, his birthday, an anniversary etc.. rolled around he was jumping your bones the moment you rolled over in the morning. You don’t think he’s ever even seen this one on you.  You don’t take long to get changed, you’re inspecting yourself in the mirror when your bedroom door opens.  “Babe I know you said you were going to bed but I hope you aren’t asleep because while I was cleaning out that box that I use to prop up some vinyl sleeves I found these hilarious pictures from high school of you and Nem-” He drops the pictures.  “Oh.” You turn to him, “well I wanted to give you a surprise.”  “You did-” He chokes it out, red flush creeping down his neck, “why are you wearing that-”  “Because.” You go over to him and take his wrists, pulling him further into your bedroom, he just stumbles along with your pull. “You need to calm down Zashi baby.”  “This does not make me feel calm-” It’s strangled, if he got any redder you were sure you’d see steam coming out of his ears.  “You need to get all your energy out.” You press him down until he’s sitting on the edge of your bed. You roll your hips against him, and drag your lips down his jaw, one hand braced on his shoulder and the other against his chest, but you can still feel his attention waining.  “Zashi.” You drop all your weight into his lap and it pulls his eyes from your dresser back to you.  “Focus on me.” You guide his hands up your waist and all the fluster that had been lost as his thoughts wandered away from you returned. You realize the better thing to do is stand up and let him have things his way. “You can look or touch however you want.” You pull his hands down your hips.  “So just blow off all that extra steam okay? Whatever you want, just tell me.”  He looks mildly like he’s about to pass out.  His hands go where you expect, your hips, around to cup your ass and his lips flutter around your stomach and waist. You elect to just sigh good naturedly and curl your fingers in his hair to keep him with you. “Can you turn around?”  “Hizashi.” You frown, “don’t be distasteful.”  “You said whatever I wanted-” You suppose you cant argue that so you turn around and try not to let out an embarrassing squeak or squeal when 100% of his attention is directed at your ass, one arm circling around you to hold you in place.  Various articles of clothing are lost or rearranged to accommodate the touching and kissing. He manages to pull you into bed with him, still keeping your legs on either side of his head as he lays down. His arms wrap around your thighs  fingers and palms running slow strokes over your sex as his teeth scrape the surrounding skin, tongue fluttering against your hole occasionally. You press against his chest for leverage and he encourages you to rock your hips against him. You eventually go for his cock, as he starts to work you up too much, getting you too close. You thumb at the head before leaning down and taking him past your lips. He seems contented with that for a while until he’s laying you out on your chest, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pushing into you. He doesn’t stay pressed to you for too long before he’s pulling back to watch your whole body react to him.  It held his attention exceedingly well.  “Zashi fuck-” To say that the way you reached back and fumbled for his hand where it held the bend of your hips heightened the experience would be an understatement.  “Fuck you’re really sexy-” He presses his fingers into your skin harder, “god you’re so fucking hot,” he groans watching your back shift to accommodate the way your hand searches for some purchase. Instead though he’s pushing it away and using his grip on you to turn you to your back, he pulls your legs around his waist and you follow his pull with no protest.  “Fucking god,” He grunts, bottoming out as if he hadn’t pulled out in the first place, “shit, look at you.”  “Zashi-” Your chest flutters with it, he can feel it under his hands.  “Say my name like that again.” He mutters it, maybe more to himself, he’s unhooking one of your legs from his waist and aligning it over his shoulder.  He seriously had way too much energy, you could barely keep up you felt so dizzy.  “Zashi!” You keen at the deeper angle and he groans. “God you sound almost as good as you look.” He presses his forehead into your shoulder, “I’m gonna fucking cum babe-”  The way you were gripping him like you’d float away if you didn’t was already more than enough for him, but the way you’re nodding, eyes squeezed shut as you gasp it out at him, “me too!” If that didn’t do the trick then nothing would.  He’s against your chest, heaving. “Feel better?” You ask pulling a long strand of hair between your fingers. He hums and presses his face into your neck.  “Yeah I do..”  “It’s still pretty early.” You curl your arms around his back and drag your fingers over the shifting muscles below. He nods at that and takes a deep breath of you. “So..” You prompt him. “I could help you work out what you need to get done tomorrow?”  “We could go again?” You speak in unison.  “Again!?” You flush, “Zash you have way too much energy!” 

Bonus Aizawa ending hehe: “Are you sure you’re okay?” He’s looking at you where you lay below him the next morning, he’d reached over you to click off his alarm when he caught sight of you, he’d really done a number on you. Red in all the places he’d grabbed or smacked, shapeless hickeys outlining where the lingerie had been the night before, the map on your skin the only thing left of the garment as far as you were concerned.  “I’m fine.” You wave, “I’ve gotta get up soon though, I’ll be late.” You pin some of his stray hairs back, “what really matters is how are you feeling? Did I help at all? I was worried I’d only make it worse-”  “I feel much better.” He leans down to bridge the gap between your lips, “I shouldn’t get so stand offish. I’m sorry. I hope you don’t really think I don’t love you.”  “Of course I don’t.” You laugh, sitting up, “I’m glad you feel better now. It’s okay to need space Shouta.” You squeeze his face in your hands, “I love you and I know that you love me. I’m always here for you, even when you need space okay?” He hears your words and appreciates them, but his attention is taken by the state of your thighs, which was 1000x worse than that of your chest and stomach. “Are you sure I didn’t do too much? You can be honest with me. I know I was in a really bad mood.” He asks pushing the blanket to reveal more reddend skin.  “Positive. Now you should get a few more z’s Shou.” You stretch out, “I’ve got a meeting.”  As soon as your feet hit the floor your legs protest the weight of your body with everything they have. “Are you sure you’re sure?” Shouta can see your hickey covered thighs trembling as you walk around the bed to your closet, the way you hold the door knob like a life line makes it obvious. The backs of your thighs are still stained red and tensed taught to carry your weight. “Yeah I just...need to stretch is all..” “Uh-huh. Stretch.” Shouta’s just laughing at you.