#and i have to get up early :') and then do physics and laundry :'))

[criscura]

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[1roentgen]

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[catboyieejeno]

seventeen reaction ˚୨୧⋆˚

⋆ hhu ver.

oddly specific details/key points of their relationship with you

cw: sfw, 'girl' is only mentioned once in wonwoo's, mentions a period once, and mentions showering together in mingyu's but it's not sexual, npr!

masterlist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ seungcheol

⋆ seungcheol, who refuses to wake you up when he leaves early for practice/schedules, no matter how much you insist that he should.

when you bring it up, he always promises you that he will next time, and in that moment, he really isn't lying! he fully intends on fulfilling your wishes and waking you up to let you know he'll be heading out; in fact, there's nothing he wants more than to selfishly wake you and bid you a proper goodbye each and every morning he has to leave for work. except on the day of, when his alarm rings at nearly six in the morning, his plans change completely. he spends the better part of an hour talking himself up to the grueling task ahead of him, reminding himself that you literally want him to wake you up.

after he's showered, gotten ready, and is moments away from heading out, seungcheol's eyes land on you, face poking out under all the blankets that you love hogging, cheeks smushed and drool gathering at the corner of your lip. that's when he realizes he doesn't have it in him to disturb your slumber, and he probably never will. ultimately, he breaks his promise, settling instead for leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek and a note or text where he expresses his apology and explains that you deserved the rest. secretly enjoys the earful he gets later, and makes it up to you so sweetly.

⋆ seungcheol, who doesn't let you lift a finger when it's not necessary: "don't worry, i'll take care of it."

it doesn't matter to seungcheol that everyone sees him as responsible and reliable—what really matters to him, is that you see it, too. has no problem with you being independent, but he definitely feels a healthy surge of pride at the prospect of being able to facilitate things for you. having you depend on him, or at the very least having you know you can depend on him for anything, is so important to him. no task is too grueling, and babying you is a partner privilege i can't see him not indulging in. the members definitely call him out for it if it ever happens in front of them, but he could not care less.

if your car needs an oil change, he'll go get it done while you're taking a nap so you don't have to worry about it later. if he notices any laundry piling up throughout the week, he'll do it while you run an errand so that you have one less thing to do when you get home. if you want to redecorate or renovate something, he's invested in your ideas, learning how build complicated furniture and polish floor tiles—anything it takes he'll do, as long as it means he can make you happy. very much an 'acts of service' kind of guy.

⋆ seungcheol, who calls everyday to check-in.

it might seem like it's the bare minimum, but when he works the job that he does and is as busy as he is, knowing that he puts time aside to call you throughout the day is so, so meaningful. especially when he's in a different time zone, staying up late into the night or getting before the sun so that he can wish you a good morning/night. always asks if you've eaten, what you're planning to do that day, etc. and he'll talk to you until he's confident that you don't feel neglected in any way. you're never a second thought to him, and he wants to make sure you feel like he's dedicating time and attention to you, even when he's not physically there to do so.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wonwoo

⋆ wonwoo, who replaces all of your favorite things the moment they run out.

the level of attention to detail he has for things involving you is both concerning and extremely endearing. he's so attentive to you and remembers all of the things you like and dislike. at the start of your relationship, it was pretty subtle: keeping your favorite drinks and snacks stocked up at his apartment for when you came over or buying a few pairs of shorts or sweats (since you’re obviously wearing his shirts) for when you’d stay the night. keeps them neatly folded in a drawer for you to wear on days need to cover up a bit more, like if Mingyu is around.

eventually, this evolves into restocking your favorite shampoo and conditioner when he's showered at yours and noticed you're out. same goes for your favorite perfume that's running low, and other house-hold things like your detergent or your favorite candle.

always makes sure you're taken care of during outings—brings hair ties and little battery-powered fans for hot days, and on cold winter days, opens his jacket so you can hug his waist and he can wrap it around you, swaying the two of you side to side. presses his cheek against yours to warm it up or kisses the icy tip of your nose.

⋆ wonwoo, whose love language is ambiguous

not only is he receptive to any love language you may have, he is somehow amazing at giving you all five (regardless of which one is your actual favorite).

gift giving? the most thought-through, special gifts for his special girl, as frequent as he deems necessary, too, because you deserve nothing less. quality time? one of his favorite things is sitting with you in a comfortable silence, making occasional jokes and comments to get you to crack a grin. a smile is his favorite look on you. acts of service? waters your plants, cooks for you, cleans or organizes things just how you like them so that you're at your most comfortable, massages your shoulders and feet after long days, runs warm, scented baths—you name it, he does it. physical touch? scoops you into his lap because he's obsessed with how warm you are, and the way your weight feels on him is so, so infatuating. likes leaving light and airy kisses on your cheek or pressing his lips into the crook of your neck. all of his kisses take your breath away, but the ones on your shoulder where he mumbles soft confessions of love are particularly awe-spiring. words of affirmation? don't be fooled by his quietness—he always has something he's eager to say to you, and if it's to pay you a compliment, there is no restriction to his words. loves telling you just how happy you make him, how pretty you are, how you're his safety-net and his soulmate and all of his favorite things put in one.

⋆ wonwoo, who sets aside time for you

you'd never have to ask him to put a book down or hop off a game. the moment you appear, he's putting everything aside to greet you and hold you and ask how you've been. if you're upset or sad, he'll glue himself to your side until you feel better. he seems like the type of person who feels very deeply for the people he cares about, so it's extremely important to him that you are always feeling your best, for his sake and yours. listens so deeply to your concerns and complaints for any matter—whether it's in an argument and you're sharing your views, or after a bad day at work where you ramble and rant about what went wrong.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mingyu

⋆ mingyu, who is impatient when it comes to you

he's understanding of the fact that the two of you cannot always be together, considering his career and the fact that you're also busy at times; regardless, he has an inability to be away from you for longer than a few hours. it’s endearing, his neediness showing in the form of longing text messages or voice notes where he whines and mumbles, “what are you doing? i miss youuuu,”

his impatience is also evident in person, like how he runs up to the door when he hears your keys jingling because he's that eager to greet you. most of the time if he's cooking or tasting something, you end up tasting the food on his lips because he's never patient enough to wait until he swallows a bite of food before he kisses you.

⋆ mingyu, who is so gentle and thoughtful with you

loves pampering you, whether its by scrubbing your shampoo into your scalp as he sits behind you in a hot bath, or getting up before you to bring you breakfast in bed. most of the time, showering together isn't even sexual; he'll hold you close and mumble soft compliments or talk about his day, wrap you in a towel when you get out, dry your hair for you, apply lotion, whatever your regular routine is— and he truly enjoys every part of it. if he comes home after you've fallen asleep, he'll make sure your phone is plugged in and any alarms you may need are on. finishes any tasks around the house you may have forgotten to do prior to your slumber, like folding clothes you left in the dryer or washing any dishes in the sink.

treats you as if you were made of glass, covering the corners of tables when you walk by or holding your hand while you cross the street. pouts while he takes care of you if you're sick or injured, cooing and bandaging your cuts and scrapes or insisting you take your medicine around the clock and rest (perhaps even excessively... you could have seasonal allergies, and he'll still scold you for wanting to get out of bed).

⋆ mingyu, who dedicates a section of his phone to you

loves candid pictures and loves your face. simple.

there's a hidden photo album on his phone with all the pictures he has of you and with you and there are various playlists dedicated to you, too. any song that reminds him of you is on a playlist with a cheesy name. another playlist consist of songs he knows you like or even thinks you might like. plays these for you on drives where his hand clutches yours and the windows are down.

if you're an individual who gets their period, he has your period tracker on his phone so he can plan accordingly and make sure he's extra sweet to you around that time. has recipes you like/he wants to make for you set aside in a pinterest board or bookmarked on his search page. also keeps your favorite shopping apps with the cart full of things you mentioned so he can get them for you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vernon

⋆ vernon, who can't watch shows without you

there's certain tv shows that he completely avoids unless you're there to watch them with him. even if the guys beg him to watch it, he'll refuse and lock himself in his room so there's no chance it might be spoiled. when he's with you though? a few nights of the week, the two of you sit down with snacks and sugary drinks to watch your favorite series together like an old married couple watching their nightly programs.

loves when you you curl up in his lap, both of you wrapped under one blanket with your head resting on his shoulder and his arms circled around you. his gasps and laughs and overall reactions are so loud by your ear but it's adorable and it's such a domestic and comfortable experience. it feels very familiar, and more often than not, both of you prefer this to going out.

⋆ vernon, who rests the best when he's around you

needs his afternoon naps, but specifically, he needs them with you. limbs tangled and light conversation before you drift off that just becomes slurred, pointless babbling. quiet snores and soft breaths take over as the early afternoon hours go by. just the warmth of having you near makes his heart so happy and his rest so fulfilling, especially before practice or after long hours of travelling.

it's a treat to wake up beside him after these catnaps, too. the sleepy features and tousled hair are so very boyfriend, and the way he looks at you when his eyes peek open is so cute.

⋆ vernon, who always tries new things with you

a yes man, any time, all of the time. whether you ask to go on a grocery run at two in the morning or a hike at dawn, he's saying yes. whenever you want to try something new, vernon is your partner in crime and your greatest alliance. he's not only your boyfriend, but your best friend, and it makes everything so fun. always puts a smile on your face, too. he's so goofy and easy going that it's difficult to not feel great around him.

enthusiastic and supportive when you wanna try new hobbies. always asks so many questions so you know he's interested and invested, and will get you any tools or resources you need to excel. trying new foods and restaurants is also high up on the list of things the two of you like to do. he might like keeping a little list of your favorite spots so he can find similar ones to try with you.

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[yuoimia]

let me do it all

summary: reaction to reader who has worn themselves out completely (physically).

chars: diluc, baizhu, zhongli, thoma, cyno, kazuha, ayato, kaeya, heizou, childe, kaveh, alhaitham, albedo, xiao, tighnari, dainsleif, wanderer.

cw: physically tired, petnames, gn! reader, mentions of not taking care of themselves.

enters malewife mode - diluc, baizhu, zhongli, thoma, cyno

As soon as they see that you’re barely functioning, your movements are limp, and your eyes are struggling to stay open, they’ll diligently take over any household chores without a second thought. Cleaning the dishes, folding the laundry, cooking dinner—they even have time on their hands to lightly remind you to stay in bed and rest whenever you do the slightest physical activity. even though you insisted on splitting the work in half.

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“Sweetheart, I can hear you in the laundry room. Go back to bed, please.”

“It’s just a few clothes. I promise I won’t break!”

“You have ten seconds to get back in bed, or I'll personally carry you there myself.”

All attention is on you - kazuha, ayato, kaeya, heizou, childe, kaveh

They’ve told you countless times that you are the most sacred gift to ever be bestowed upon them. It’s a sincere and hypnotic lullaby, almost. Lulling your heart into a surreal universe, their soft whispers gently guiding you.

Your mind and body fight to stay awake, determined to focus on their tender words that stream out of their lips like honey as they press their lips ever so lovingly to your forehead. You wonder how long it's been—how long you’ve been enveloped in their arms—but something tells you getting out of this situation might be a little tricky.

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“Hm…? And where do you think you’re going?”

“I need to unload the dishwasher. It finished a few minutes ago.”

“Oh, that can wait. How about I prepare you a bubbly, warm bath instead?”

scolds you (while preparing your favourite meal) - alhaitham, albedo, xiao, tighnari, dainsleif, wanderer.

They admire your persistence in whatever you were doing that cost so much of your energy and effort; it’s always been one of their favourite qualities about you, truly. However, when your determination gets you into situations such as these, they’ll scold and tut like a strict mother, subtly shaking their heads and rambling about how you should be more careful with your health. Underneath all of that, they’re just worried about you. Why else would they be cooking up a gourmet meal at 12 a.m.?

“Really… What were you thinking?”

“Look, I'm sorry. It was just important!”

“More important than your health? Of course not. Now eat up. I'll get our bed ready; we’re sleeping early.”

[angelyuji]

SOME MOREEE YANDERE PINES TWINS THOUGHTS

stan pines thoughts and professor ford pines??? HOLD ON LET ME COOK

18+!!!!

tw // yandere themes, gaslighting, manipulation, power imbalance, pervy uncle lowkey, also lowkey bimboification, noncon (not explicit)

professor ford pines!!!!!!!! known to be the eccentric professor who goes on tangents about trans-dimensional physics and other science junk, but also superrr lenient grader like no possible way anyone could fail his class. you’re def teacher’s pet type and he’s definitely aiming to make you a TA. always getting you involved in weird experiments, but you’re always down cuz ur there to learn! ford invites you to his house, you guys hang out outside of class and research, you’ve met his brother!! like u knew it was getting weird, but at the same time…. you need a good rec letter. so one day you guys are in his office at his home, grading papers…

“(y/n).” ford calls your name, sternly. the lights were dim and quiet classical music played in the office. you hum and turn to him. before you know it, his chapped lips press against yours. you push him away, scared and surprised.

“professor, what the hell are you doing?” you try back away, but ford grabs your hand.

“i think you are one of the most brilliant minds i know and i want to be with you, (y/n).” ford stands, pulling you into a hug. you push back, stumbling away from him.

“no, i-i never thought that! i thought we were just friends!”

“but, i invited you to my home.” ford’s face saddens, “you met my family…”

“i never… i never realized…” you felt embarrassed for the old professor. you take a step back. you can’t see his face, but you watch his fists clench.

“i suppose that means you’re okay with losing your job, as well as any opportunities in this field.” his voice was low, words drenched in anger.

“no…. no, no, no, professor you can’t do this to me.” your heart feels like it was being ripped out of your chest.

“no, i can’t, but who will you tell? who will believe you? i am a respected scientist in our field, (y/n). think once more on your decision.” ford looks at you, a smug smirk laying on his face. you don’t respond, knowing that you had no other choice. you step back to him and he pulls you into a soft, loving kiss. his 5 o’clock shadow scratches your face. “now, please (y/n), call me ford.”

stan pines who had known your dad when he lived in texas and saw him again in gravity falls. stan pines who gets invited over to meet his friend’s family for dinner and sees you. a cute, little thing in their early 20s. stan’s instantlyyy enamored. you’re so cute and respectful, explaining how you’re living at home while you work and save money for a house, blushing when stan compliments you, serving him food first. you were acting like a perfect homemaker and stan was instantly obsessed. your dad’s gonna tell stan before he leaves that you’re all moving somewhere cheaper:

“yeah, pines, we’re moving some time soon. you know how it is with retirement and the market going down.” your dad sighs, wearily. stan nods, trying to listen to your voice in the house. “can’t move till (y/n) finds a job though. its gonna be tough on them especially with how hard it is to find jobs these days.” stan perks up at his words.

“y’know, (y/n) don’t have to quit…” your dad looks at the older man in confusion. “my grandkids have gone back to california, shermie’s grandkids technically, so my attic is open for them to stay in. they can stay at their job and you guys can move.” stan offers, fighting a giddy smile.

your dad clasps stan’s hands, “stan pines, you are the kindest man i know.”

stan for sure acts like a feeble old man around you to get you to take care of him. like cooking dinner, doing laundry, and more. he conditions you into acting like his stay at home partner. he starts making advances, subtle at first, to see what you would tolerate. soon he’s dictating what you wear and bending you over on the kitchen counter to make sure you stay full :) (dont get me started on somnophilia cuz i have thoughts on those but idk if u guys are ready for the things im gonna say)

here are those thoughts i was talking abt… :))))

[sturnsmadl]

bf!matt headcannons!

warnings!- swearing, angst (light ig), mostly fluff, some smut, not proof read, lover boy matt tbh, cuddling, kissing, idk what else :).

bf!matt who loves holding hands.

bf!matt who is possessive at parties.

"who's that?"

"some drunk guy. thought i was his girl."

"right.."

kisses you

bf!matt who refuses to let you do anything.

"the laundry.."

"nuh uh. move."

bf!matt who ties your shoelaces for you.

"i can do it matt."

"so can i."

bf!matt who keeps his hands warm in your jeans back pocket.

bf!matt who loves physical touch.

bf!matt who always drags you on late night walks during fall.

"we went last nightt!!"

"babe. fall doesn't last forever."

bf!matt who wipe your tears and hugs you when your upset.

"shh..your okay.."

bf!matt who adores carrying you.

"matt i can walk."

"i knowww. but carrying you is fun."

bf!matt who gets you a cat.

"its for you!"

"is it..?"

"i mean...mainly me..but yeah.."

bf!matt who can't stop touching you.

"matt its too hot. let go."

"your too hot."

"fuck off matt."

laughs

bf!matt who isn't massive on PDA but will do small touches.

bf!matt who loves hooking up in his car.

"fuck...yes baby.."

"matt! yes..fuck! yes!"

bf!matt who gets hard from you just sitting in his lap.

bf!matt who is definite that you're the mother of his children.

"we all have that phase matt."

"its not a phase. she's gonna be the mother of my kids chris."

"okay buddy.."

bf!matt who buys you a lot of makeup.

bf!matt who loves giving you hugs and cuddling.

"hi baby."

"oh hi. your back early huh?"

"yep..cuddles?"

bf!matt who made you your own drawer in his room.

bf!matt who always wants to be helping you.

"okay..lets wash this hair. huh?"

"i can wash it.."

"your tired and i love you so im gonna help."

bf!matt who needs to be near you at all times.

"where'd you go?!"

"to the bathroom.."

"jesus..could've told me.."

"wha- yeah..okay. go to sleep."

bf!matt who sits outside the shower door while you shower.

"and i was thinking. what if i just taught you to drive?"

"do we need to talk about this while im showering?"

bf!matt who loves filming sex tapes, especially backshots.

bf!matt who is extremely moody when you're gone.

"matt can you take the-"

"fuck off!"

"jesus..the fuck happened to you.."

bf!matt who hates arguing but you clearly pushed too far.

"probably my other man."

"what...?"

"what? i was kidding..matt.."

bf!matt who gives you silent treatment all day.

"can we talk..matt? come on.."

bf!matt who just cooks for himself he's so mad.

"you made my favourite? oh.."

walks away with a plate for himself

"fucking hell.."

bf!matt who doesn't pay attention to your apologies.

bf!matt who shoves past you, not realising how strong he is.

bf!matt who feels horrible when he accidentally hurts you.

"ow.."

"oh shit.. sorry baby. im so sorry okay? you're okay.."

bf!matt who finds you crying and is immediatley there.

"hey..is it still hurting? im so sorry.."

"no..im pregnant.."

bf!matt who attacks you with a hug when he finds out your pregnant.

"what?! oh my..oh my god! yes yes yes!"

bf!matt who is obsessed with your bump.

"so cute. a whole life's in there.."

"yep..you excited?"

"so."

bf!matt who is extremely overprotective while your pregnant.

"no!!"

"jesus..what?!"

"i can load the dishwasher. you sit."

"you made it sound like i was commiting a crime.."

bf!matt who always texts you while he's filming/streaming.

"can you put your phone down for 2 minutes??"

"yeah one second.."

"you said that 5 minutes ago!"

bf!matt who lets you force him into doing a tiktok dance with him.

bf!matt who freaks out at the birth.

bf!matt who takes the drive home a bit too carefully.

"babe, i know your nervous but we are barely moving."

"im not hurting the baby. im doing 20.."

"thats the problem."

a/n- this is just general bf matt unlike my others but yeah so this may push me back into my break because its absoulutely awful!! but im thinking of doing a halloween theme, doubt ill pull throught though! im so tired :)

taglist! @bellaonthelow @hrtsdollie @sturnclouds @christophersgf @ellizzyy @moonk1ss3d @phoenix062 @pixxiies @conspiracy-ash @blahbel668 @monroesturnns @gwennybenny @sturnobsessedwh0re @xoxo4chriss @pixie-sticks-are-good @wurlibydominicfike @anitahunt @ilusa @mattstrombolii @stvrlighht @asherrisrandom @amelia-sturniolo3 @lianomer

[juuuulez]

📋 | carmen berzatto nsfw alphabet.

don’t ask what possessed me today. it was definitely all the weed.

soo much nsfw under the cut….this is just paragraphs of porn.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act):

whatever ur carmy kink headcanons are i think we all agree that he’s really sweet afterwards :( he might suddenly get nervous or anxious and overthink everything you’ve done (“are you sure you’re alright?” “i know, i know, baby ‘m just.. i wanna take care of you, yeah?”) and you’ll have to assure him it’s okay! you loved it, he was perfect, he didn’t hurt you. he just wants some reassurance and then he’ll be finding you some water, a snack, whatever you need! (“just crackers? ‘cus i’ve got this new recipe, it’s a soup, i can make it—“ “nobody wants soup after sex, carm.”)

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers):

carmy doesn’t like many things about himself, initially.. until you’re quick to vocalise exactly how amazing he is. immediately, carmy is enamoured with just what he can do with his hands. his palm covering the entirety of your neck when you kiss, or how his fingers looked splayed over your hip. and fuck, his fingers! they’re really thick, and carmen secretly gets off on the fact that your fingers are so much smaller, so even alone, you’ll never be able to finger yourself as good, never be able to reach those spots that carmy touched with ease.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it):

let’s be so honest carmen berzatto marking kink is so real. it starts out as a practicality, pulling out to spill over your thighs, sticky white liquid that clung to your curves, and carmy found himself growing more aroused the longer he stared at it. now, even if you’re on the pill, carmy will pull out for the sole purpose of pumping his cum wherever he can, a physical reminder of what’s his, because despite all his flaws, you belong to him.

however, assuming carmy can hold back cumming well enough for this is bold, so it usually ends in covering your already sticky cunt and lower stomach in it.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory):

he jerked off with your panties once. it was near the start of your relationship, and carmen was so busy with the re-brand, he barely got to see you. so, one of the rare days he was over, he’d done some laundry for the both of you. and found some pink lace panties. and kept them. and, those nights he’d come home late and exhausted and slightly miserable, unable to call you for you were at home fast asleep, carmen.. used them to jerk off! sue him! he felt so guilty about it (poor baby) and admitted to it after a couple months of dating. he seemed so ashamed that you couldn’t help but go easy on the punishment… tying him to the bed and getting him off by only grinding over his swollen cock, wearing those same pink lace panties.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing):

of course he doesn’t. not properly, at least. carmy’s never had girlfriends, and maybe had a hook-up or two at fancy chef events in New York or Paris or wherever. nothing that mattered, at least. so this time, he’s careful and attentive. asking questions like he’s studying for a test, watching every single movement, every reaction. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was taking notes.

F= Favorite position:

ooof carmen definitely wants to see your face. he likes holding it in his big palms, whispering sweet words over your lips and swallowing your moans (“c’mon sweetheart, you can do it.. just one more for me, huh? fuck— your cunt fuckin’ wants it yeah? that’s it..”). probably missionary mostly, maybe he fucks you from behind one early-morning, his forehead pressed to your neck while the sun seeps in through the blinds.

G= Goofy (how serious are they):

not exactly serious, but he definitely gets into the zone. for him, sex isn’t casual, and it’s a time that means a lot to him. he’s choosing to be vulnerable for someone, and in turn, feels special that he’s allowed to see you like this. carmen can loose himself in the moment, his mind going uncharacteristically blank, too focused on the pure sensation and emotion connected with it. despite this, carmy can always be found gently tapping your cheek, pushing through the haze to ask “you with me, baby? feel good?”, because his pleasure only comes when you’re still into it.

H= Hair (grooming habits):

carmen doesn’t particularly allocate time to grooming down there, it’s not really a priority, unless his partner explicitly made it clear to him that was of interest. however, i don’t think carmy has the thickest of hair, just dark little curls in all the normal places. idk guys just thinking about shirtless lip…..he’s a pretty smooth guy.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty):

definitely depends. i wanna say a mix of both? when you’re into it carmen is so lovely, making sure to express how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. but private time doesn’t come around very often, so it’s usually instigated with a needy carmen coming home, exhausted from a long shift, his hands gripping at your waist before the words come out. his actions aren’t demanding at all, still gentle, but hurried and desperate to get inside your cunt.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often):

carmy is so a shower jerk person. i know guys i just know. he doesn’t like making a mess anywhere else, because it’s just an inconvenience, and cleaning the sheets or another shirt is just another useless task he doesn’t have time for. it’s rare he begins with the intention of jerking off, either. the hot shower melts away a day of tension, and carmen finds himself finally relaxing, finally tuning into his body, only to realise how much he needs this.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual):

we’ve already established the marking kink… and now listen ��� i am a sub carmy truther guys! i can’t help it he’s so baby i need him to cry for me ;( but carmy definitely likes being bossed around, being told what to do, when he gets to cum.. it’s a change from being in control of literally everything, which most of the time carmen feels all he does falls apart, so he enjoys not having to think (which usually means second-guess and reconsider and debate and obsess).

L= Location (where they like to get it on):

every single carmen office quickie fic is SO SO SO SO SO SEXY they always have me foaming and barking like a rabid animal….however i’m gonna have to say his or your bed! he likes the idea of you being comfortable..bonus points for you guys probably fucking more often on the couch, since needy carmen can’t wait long enough to split you open :(

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons):

there are a variety of ways to get carmen in the mood, but his #1 is a confident partner who takes what they want. imagine carmy obsessing over the new menu, spending endless hours in the living room, papers and recipes and notes scattered over the table. you’ve barely gotten any attention all night, not necessarily in a needy way, just that this was supposed to be your night off together. the solution is actually quite easy: climbing onto the table, obscuring carmen’s vision of his work. before a protest can leave his lips, brows furrowed in confusion and slight distress, your hands are firmly pressing down on his shoulders. “you’re gonna eat me out, yeah? like you promised?” and he is DOWN on his knees, mind fucking short-circuiting, because suddenly there is nothing he’d rather do.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do):

carmen really doesn’t like seriously hurting you, so no intense spanking or choking. however i really love choking 🙄🙄 so i think he’d wrap his hand around your neck, his finger rubbing the hinge of your jaw, his warm palm a gentle assurance of the power he has without fully exercising it.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are):

pussy eating champ…carmen genuinely gets off on being able to make you feel good. his strong arms bracketing your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin, holding you to his mouth while his tongue fucks deep. carmy can’t help but rut against the mattress, hips hastily thrusting in tune to your moans, the swollen head of his dick rubbing against the sheets. “please, baby, please.. c’mon, just a little longer, please— i need it so fuckin’ bad.” he’ll cry into your cunt after your first orgasm, needing to eat your sopping pussy in order to cum.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed):

soft, grinding rolls of his hips against yours, holding your cunt against the base of his cock, letting your clit rub against his skin. carmen takes it slow, making sure to hit the spongy place right up inside you, the one that makes you cry and squirm.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard):

carmen prefers to take his time with it, but more often you find yourself hurriedly making love on the couch, bench, shower, maybe even his car. clothes scattered around the room, a bra on the chair, carmen’s boxers under the coffee table. he’ll take you wherever he can, whenever the time finally allows it, and he makes it deep and fast.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things):

anything you want, he’ll hear you out. carmen loves to learn, he wants to know everything that makes you tick, and will willingly absorb anything you have to teach. that’s not to say he isn’t nervous, as he finds himself always double-checking you’re still alright, asking if it still feels good.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts):

definitely a multiple rounds kinda guy. he can’t help it! the sight of you laying there, stripes of cum over your stomach and shiny slick on your thighs, carmen finds himself hard all over again. expect a round two, maybe three from him, and even then he’ll probably eat you out again.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers):

carmen doesn’t see the use for sex toys, since he’d much prefer to be the one providing you pleasure. definitely not fully opposed, though, he’ll fuck you long and slow with a vibrator on nights where he just wants to watch and study you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves):

i 🩷 edging so carmen 🩷’s edging! carmy puts on this needy desperate front (“please, fuck, i need’a cum, ‘m not kidding.”) but there is NOTHING alike to carmy’s mind going completely blank after denying his third orgasm in a row, his cock swollen and throbbing with each pass of your hand, only for you to finally give him permission (“cum for me, carmy, i’ve got you.”)

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk):

think about the lowest, guttural moans you’ve ever heard. as carmen gets closer, they taper off into higher whines, soft whispers into your skin about how much he wants this.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort):

now, carmen does not take disrespect in the kitchen, and clearly doesn’t tolerate people talking back. but you? there’s a certain fire in his stomach, when you glare at him over the pass, or don’t back up whenever he gets into your personal space. if you stand your ground, firm and sure about whatever you’re doing, carmen feels himself fostering a growing mixture of respect and arousal.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants):

i just KNOW carmen is thick…the stretch seems impossible every time, his cock filling up every inch inside your hot cunt, while carmen whispers that it’s going to be alright, that you can take it.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level):

higher than carmen has time for. hence the jerking off in the shower, and fucking you on the couch. he’ll take anything that he can get, for he knows time isn’t on his side.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after):

carmy will ask you a hundred questions about how you’re feeling, if you need anything, what he can do, before finally settling in beside you. sometimes he’ll lay there for a few minutes, before dragging himself up, uttering some excuse about needing to revise the new menu. you’ll fuss, try and pull him back down, and he’ll fold almost instantly.

[redr0sewrites]

Bestie, heard your cry for requests, no worries. Adam and Lute brainrot is real 😭. Perhaps something with Adam and Lute having this sort of crush on the gn!Reader who’s probably a member of the exorcist army. Like they both develop feeling for the person separately but once they find out, it goes into the direction of polycule? Love your writing and hope this helps!

THIS REQUEST>>>> EVERYTHING ELSE

🥀Cw: poly!guitarspear x reader, fluff

both adam and lute having a crush on you is definitely an accomplishment, and its both the best and most infuriating thing to ever happen to you

if you're in the exorcist army then you're def interacting with them alot, but no matter where you are in heaven there's always at least one of them at your side

adam would fall first, and he'd start shamelessly flirting with you

whenever you were training he would come over and bother you, he'd use the cringiest pickup lines and call you every pet name under the sun

adam lays it on THICK, he really wants you to like him

lute just couldn't understand why it bothered her so much- i mean, adam had flirted with a lot of people before, right? why did she care if it was you?

her feelings hit her like a truck

the two of you were just relaxing together, and she couldn't help but realize how truly beautiful you were

after seeing what adam sees in you, she lowkey started to get jealous

adam caught on pretty quickly that she liked you, and it soon turned into a competition of sorts

adam and lute are close friends, but when it comes to you, they definitely have a petty "rivalry" going down

adam will purposefully send lute away so he can flirt chat with you, and in turn lute will rat on him to sera about how he's not getting his work done

meanwhile you're just sitting there having a bi-panic over the two of them

eventually you sit them down and have a convo about how you like both of them, which eventually leads to them agreeing to share you

however i genuinely think that they both have feelings for eachother too, and those would probably come to light once the three of you are in a relationship

once you three are officially together, they both dote on you SO much

adam is definitely more outgoing, and his love languages are quality time and physical touch. in contrast, lute's a bit more private, and her love language is definitely acts of service through and through

this leads to interesting dates for the three of you, some nights you're all crashing at one of your apartments and bingeing shitty movies, other nights your going out to clubs and dancing your hearts out

adam is so cuddly, and while she pretends that she isn't, so is lute

yall def have full on cuddling sessions where you all just lay together (usually on top of adam)

yall have the cutest mornings together!!!!! lute is def an early riser, and she methodically gets up at the same time every morning

meanwhile adam is pretty much a wildcard, sometimes he'll stay up ridiculously late and end up sleeping in until noon, and then other nights he'll crash super early and then wake up pretty early too. then sometimes he'll just pull all nighters and you and lute will come downstairs to find him curled up on the couch

lute works out in the mornings and will probably go on a quick morning run before coming back inside and getting ready. she often will help you get ready and will lay out things you need for the day. adam is usually the last person ready, he's always begging for one more minute of sleep!

yall r literally just so domestic

yall split chores too, lute usually does the cooking, adam does the laundry and clears dishes/plates, and then you do whatever other chores that are necessary. you all rotate when it comes to cleaning tasks such as sweeping, mopping, dusting, etc and while adam will sometimes pout, he actually does clean up after himself

adam and lute are both protective in different ways, and everyone in heaven knows not to mess with you

adam is more of the jealous type, and will get protective if he thinks someone else is flirting with you

meanwhile lute is more of the "worried about your safety" type, and will get more protective if she thinks you're in danger

overall, yall are genuinely such a power couple and you really have a sweet, adorable dynamic

I WILL MAKE A PT 2 WITH NSFW HCS. ALSO PT 2 OF THE ADAM FIC IS COMING SOON I SWEAR IM SORRY FOR KEEPING YALL WAITING😭

[woso-dreamzzz]

Shot Through The Heart III

Alexia Putellas x Archer!Reader

Summary: You're pregnant

"Don't."

Alexia backed away quickly, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"I was just-"

"No."

"Amor-"

"No, Alexia. I'm pregnant, not an invalid."

You got to your feet and stretched, ignoring the way that Alexia hovered uncertainly as you balanced the laundry basket on your hip on your way up the stairs.

"I can carry it." She trailed you everywhere you went. "You shouldn't be carrying such heavy things. The babies-"

"The babies will be fine and, unless you're going through twenty kits daily, this basket barely weighs anything."

Your pregnancy hadn't come as a surprise. You and Alexia had been trying for a while before it worked. It had been decided that you would carry, your sport was a lot less physically taxing than Alexia's. It was all going smoothly until you had gone to a scan one day to find out that you weren't having one baby girl like you thought.

You were having two.

Alexia, of course, had taken mother henning to the extreme when she had found out, hovering incessantly and staying with you as long as possible before heading to practice.

That hovering nature had extended to every aspect of your life the moment that you started showing.

She trailed you up the stairs, opening the wardrobe doors for you when you started to fold the clothes.

"Alexia," You said in warning when she started dividing everything up.

"Amor," She said back," I'm just helping."

You swatted at her with a t-shirt. "You're being a nuisance and you're hovering. Again. Cut it out."

"I'm not hovering!" She insisted, still very clearly hovering.

"You are." You rolled your eyes, bending down to grab the socks that had fallen on the floor.

"I'm not!"

"Alexia," You said, putting the last of the laundry away," You are most certainly hovering." You turned to face her. "I'm fine. The girls are fine. Everything's fine."

She sighed, holding her breath in for a few seconds before releasing. "Okay. I'm sorry, amor. I just want to make sure all three of you are safe."

You press a kiss onto her cheek. "I know. If it didn't annoy me so much, I'd say it's cute how protective you are over us."

Alexia took a step forward and placed her hand daringly on your bump. "I just want you to be careful."

You rolled your eyes fondly. "What do you think I do all day while you're at work? I sit on the sofa all day and type on my laptop. You're lucky I love you or I wouldn't have taken a break from training so early."

Your bow was resting comfortably in the corner of the living room, just collecting dust after you put it aside as soon as you started to show.

You'd probably have gone on for a bit longer with your bow but it made Alexia antsy so you stopped and just continued with your interviews and writing so she would stop breaking out in hives every time you left her to go train.

Alexia spent most of her time with you on a good day but now that you were making a family together, she was adamant about staying with you until she absolutely has to. She stayed in bed for as long as possible in the morning and she didn't hang behind at training to speak with her teammates.

If the team wanted to go out together, she either bowed out or changed the get-together to your shared house so she could hold your hand and rest her head on your shoulder.

"Names?" You asked one evening as you rested on the sofa with Alexia massaging your swollen feet.

"Whatever you want," She replied," I don't mind."

"You must have some opinion, Ale," You said," Don't tell me you have no ideas."

"You're carrying them," Alexia said," You have all the power here, amor. I'm just happy that I'm the one you chose to take along for this ride."

"You're so sappy," You said with a fond eye roll," You have no opinions? What about middle names?"

Alexia's face got a little red and she couldn't meet your eyes for a moment. "I'd like for one to be Elisabet, after Mama."

"Good idea," You said," And for the other one?"

"I was thinking either Alba or María but I don't know if I want either of them to get a bigger head than they already have."

"I think if Alba's head gets any bigger then it might roll off her neck," You joked and finally got a little smile out of your wife.

"What about you?" She asked," You asked about names. You must have some in mind."

You stared at the picture of your most recent ultrasound, tracing over each of your babies.

"Baby A could be Elena," You said," Baby B...Maybe Maya."

"I like them," Alexia replied," Elena and Maya Putellas-l/n."

"Maya Elisabet," You smiled," And Elena...Well, you'll just have to decide which one you'd prefer to inflate the ego of."

"Elena María but Alba can be godmother."

Maya and Elena came into the world two days after an El Clásico win for Barcelona. Two little crying babies that fit easily in your arms rounded out a perfect week for you and Alexia.

"Perfect girls," Alexia said as she admired them before looking over at you in pure contentment," My three perfect girls."

[squoxle]

👁️‍🗨️Laced with Love ~ Jake ff (18+)

a.n: this is the second part of this series: part one

👁️‍🗨️pairing: Yandere Jake!bf x Reader!gf [ft. Nicholas &TEAM] | 👁️‍🗨️wc: 7.8k | 👁️‍🗨️summary: After finding out that you've been lying to him, this mini-vacation becomes a waiting game...what do you say? what do you do? |👁️‍🗨️cw: 🔞MDNI!! breast fondling, unprotected sex, oral sex f. receiving, overstimulation, physical abuse, mental abuse, drugging, cheating, swearing, profanity, mentions of suicide, character death 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤／𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖❤️‍🔥

previouslyજ⁀➴₊⊹:

You met your new boyfriend, Jake on your way home from work one day. The two of you made things official on a mall date, where Jake told you that he wished for you to be his girlfriend. An offer you happily accepted. After saving you from danger twice, your love for Jake increased. Not only was he sweet and caring, but you knew he'd do anything to protect you. That was until an unfortunate turn of events turned a little after-work drink into a make-out session between you and your manager. Jake caught the two of you kissing and was livid. You followed him to his truck to apologize.

However, Jake's forgiveness came with a cost, his sanity. Jake became abusive, controlling, and obsessive with you, he even told you to quit working your current job--which you most certainly did NOT do. Luckily, this abusive stage subsided and Jake returned to his sweet self. But, when Jake went to surprise you at work the day before your vacation just to find out that you had been lying to him for months he became enraged. He did a good job of hiding his true feelings in order to get you all to himself in a secluded area. Now you were on your way into a potential death trap...

present dayજ⁀➴₊⊹:

"How was work?" Sunghoon asked as you and Jake walked through the door. Just from looking at his wet hair, plain black tee, and sweatpants, you could tell that he had just finished showering.

"It was pretty good. Just busy as usual," you smiled before grabbing Jake's hand. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm so excited about our date," Jake smiled. "Me too," you replied.

"Where's Jay?" Jake asked as he walked to the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water.

"He's working overtime at the bar," Sunghoon said flicking his wet hair out of his face.

"Hmm. Well, do you think he'll be home before we leave?" Jake continued, screwing the bottle cap off.

"Before you leave? I thought you were leaving tomorrow morning," Sunghoon turned to face the two of you in the kitchen.

"Yeah, we were. But I wanna get there as early as possible so we can have the whole day together," Jake said before sipping the cold water.

"Oh...well then I'm not sure."

"Ehh that's alright. I just wanted to see him before we left. But we won't be gone for too long anyways. Right Y/N?"

"Yeah," you nodded as the two boys exchanged a few more words.

You followed Jake to your shared bedroom to pack up your things. Luckily, you packed ahead and just had to put together a bag for the last-minute items. Without the worry of checked luggage at the airport you felt free to pack whatever you felt like you needed.

"Hey, Jake," you called out.

"What's up, babe?"

"I'm gonna go take a quick shower before we go, okay."

"Alright, you don't have to rush. I think I want to try and wait for Jay to get here," Jake said as you picked up your clothes.

"Okay," you smiled before heading to the shower.

While you were in the shower, Jake packed another bag for himself. Though Jake was putting on a sweet front, he was burning up on the inside. *I wonder if this is the only thing she's lying about* Jake thought to himself.

After your shower, you headed to the laundry room and spotted Jake and Sunghoon playing the game on the couch. You were pretty tired from working all day so you just walked over to rest your head on Jake's lap.

You watched them play for a bit before slowly drifting off to sleep.

It felt as if you'd only been asleep for a few minutes before you woke up to a loud crashing sound. You almost jumped out of your skin when you looked around to see you were alone on the couch.

You lept up and quickly ran to your room to find Jake destroying his desk. "Jake?! What are you doing?" you asked, frantically. You looked around to see a hole punched into the wall, decorated with small speckles of blood.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" he shot you a cold stare as you stood perplexed in the door frame. You looked down to see his bruised-bloody knuckles that were tinted red as he gripped the pair of back of the chair.

"Find out about what Jake?"

"Find out that you've been lying to me for the past few months. You never planned on quitting that damn job, did you?"

"J-Jake," you stumbled on your words trying to think of the right thing to say. "I was going to tell you," you spat frantically.

You hadn't seen this violent side of Jake for months and it felt like everything was coming back to you all at once.

You watched as his devilish figure slowly approached you, releasing his tight grip on the chair. His body was slightly hunched over as if he were in a drunken daze. It felt as though you could feel a burning heat emiting from his body as he drew near.

You were petrified, completely frozen in fear. Not a single word escaped your mouth as Jake wrapped his bruised hands around your throat. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you felt your chest tightening from the loss of oxygen. You could feel the air leaving your body as you began fighting for air. Jake's bloodshot eyes never broke contact with yours.

"I wanna watch you die," he muttered coldy as his voice faded into the dark abyss that encompassed your surroundings. "Jake~" you cried weakly as you gripped onto his arms. His face was the last thing you saw before the darkness consumed everything.

After what felt like seconds, your eyes shot open and you gasped for air.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here. It was just a dream," you heard Jake say calmly, pulling you out of the darkness. You fell into Jake's arms as you realized that it was all just one horrible nightmare. And thank god for that.

You looked over to see Sunghoon sitting next to Jake with a puzzled expression. "Damn. That must've been one hell of a dream," Sunghoon said looking at the sweat beads that laced your hairline. "What was it about anyways?"

"I-umm...I don't remember," you lied. You could vividly remember every second of every minute in that nightmare. The way Jake looked at you with his dark, souless eyes as he drained every last ounce of breath from your lungs.

"Hey guys," Jay said walking through the door. His sudden entrance pulled you out of your thoughts. "I hope you guys weren't waiting for me," he chuckled as he placed his keys on the hook near the front door.

"Of course we were," Jake said before standing up and walking over to Jay. "We wanted to see you before we leave tonight."

"Tonight?" Jay's eyes widened at his words. "I thought you were leaving in the morning."

"We were, but I don't want to waste a whole day traveling," Jake laughed before wrapping an arm around Jay's shoulder.

"Well, let's all share one celebratory beer before you depart on your romantic adventure," Jay chuckled.

"I think that's a great idea," Jake smiled. You watched as the two of them walked to the kitchen to grab a beer for everyone.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sunghoons voice took your eyes off of Jake.

"Yeah...why?" you asked suspiciously.

"It's just that Jake had walked away while you were sleeping and I saw you started crying...you also said Jake's name...kinda like you were scared of him or something. I Just want to make sure everything's okay before you run off alone with him," Sunghoon said with a worried look on his face.

"Oh...yeah. Well it was just a silly dream. And Jake has been pretty chill lately so I think I'm good," you hesitantly replied, rubbing your hands together.

"Alright...I'm just making sure. But if you feel unsafe at any time out there call me okay," Sunghoon reached for your shoulder. "You know I'll be there for you," he smiled comfortingly.

Sunghoon was the one person who actually witnessed the monster Jake could really be. Every now and then he would ask about how you were doing and if Jake had tried anything else. And for the most part you were honest with him.

You weren't the slightest bit afraid of Jake anymore, but you now felt like you either needed to confess that you were still working your old job or quit and take that secret to the grave.

Jake walked up behind you, surprising you by placing the cold bottle against your neck. "AH! Jake!" you giggled as he handed you a glass bottle of soda. He knew you weren't the biggest fan of beer so he always kept a root beer an hand just for you.

"To a good time and safe travels for my boy and his girl," Jay huffed raising his bottle.

"To love and many more beautiful moments with my amazing girlfriend," Jake said following the same gesture as Jay.

"To a speedy return in good health," Sunghoon said, raising his bottle.

You didn't really know what to say so you just said the first thing that came to your head, "To root beer," you smiled awkwardly making them all laugh before clinking their bottles together after a harmonious "Cheers!"

☆Now Playing: Compass - The Neighborhood☆ 01:25 ━━━━●───── 02:54 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

It wasn't long after that moment that you and Jake hugged the boys before packing up the truck. And just like that, you and Jake were on the road on your way to a beautiful vacation to celebrate your 6 months together.

You watched as the highway lights whipped pass your eyes which were replaced by the soft glow from the stars as you entered a more rural area.

Eventually, you fell asleep to the ambient hum of the vehicle coupled with the soft music that Jake played from his phone that connected to the trucks bluetooth stereo. You slept for the majority of the ride, what woke you was the sound of the door slamming as Jake left to go to the resort's check-in desk.

You watched, half-asleep, as Jake spoke with the man at the front desk before returning with two key cards and a label to hang on the rearview mirror. Apparently, Jake had been driving for 6 hours before you reached Aurora Lakeview Resort & Spa. It was a beautiful environment that had been seasonally decorated for Christmas. There was also a lake that hadn't quiet frozen yet, but you could assume that it was very cold, given the current temperature.

Jake drove you into the lower level parking garage for your designated building. You noticed a pattern with the 9 residential complexes as you and Jake drove around, each had been named after one of the planets in the solar system. Being that you were staying in the ninth condominium, Pluto was the name of your building. Another thing to note were the different animal statues that stood outside of each entrance and exit. The sight of two daunting barn owls statues gaurded the entrance.

"Alright, we're here," Jake chimed as he took the keys out of the ignition. "I'm gonna go grab a cart real quick. You just sit here until I get back okay," Jake said before leaving you in the truck. You rolled down a window and took in a deep breath that was tainted with the aroma of pine and rainwater. The gentle sound of crickets filled your ears as you leaned back in your seat.

Jake soon returned and immediately headed to the trunk, loading all of your belongings onto the luggage cart. You climbed out of the truck, making sure not to forget your purse that held your phone and other little nicknacks. You slung it over your shoulder and followed Jake as he walked to through the sliding double doors toward the gold elevator.

[ Doors opening, Floor one ] the automated female voice said as the elevator opened. Jake reached to click the button labeled 8 as the two of you entered the metalic chamber.

[ Doors closing, Going up ] Interestingly enough, the inside was just as decorative as the outside of the building.

[ Doors opening, Floor eight ] the voice chimed again as the doors slid open. "We're in room 826 which should be...right...down this hall," Jake said as he manuvered the luggage cart. You skipped ahead of him to swipe the keycard and unlock the door for him.

The room followed a modern theme featuring a variety of shades of black and grey with gold accents. Jake pulled your forehead to his lips. "I'm gonna go shower before joining you in bed. Just let me put this stuff in our room, okay," Jake said before walking through the sliding barn door that hid your bedroom.

Instead of changing into pajamas, you opted for sleeping in your t-shirt and panties. You started to doze off as Jake ran the water in the bathroom. As you closed your eyes, that nightmare flashed through your mind. You still hadn't decided what you were gonna do about your dirty little secret. You couldn't deny that living a double life wasn't as easy as you thought. You were always afraid that one day he might catch you sneaking down the street, just the thought of that coupled with flashes from your horrible nightmare sent chills down your spine.

*Squeak Squeak*

The sound of Jake turning off the water pierced through your mind. You listened as he shuffled around the bathroom before leaving shorty after. You pretended to be asleep as Jake entered the room.

Hair, slightly damp.

Skin, soft and dewy.

Jake climbed in bed behind you. You felt his warm arms wrap around you as he scooted closer to your frame, encapsulating your body in his. He reached his hand under your shirt and cupped one of your tits in his hand before falling asleep himself.

Jake was battling with some demons himself. He loved you and that's why your lies hurt him so badly. He felt that your heart belonged to him and no one else. Jake knew that there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to make you happy. But he was still very upset about the double-life situation. What if you kept that job just to keep seeing Heeseung? Jake couldn't be sure about anything except for the fact that you'd been lying to him. However, before Jake did anything else...he wanted to make sure that was the only thing you were hiding from him.

You woke up to see Jake's hand still nestled between your breasts. Before you could move his hand, Jake began to wake up at your sudden movements. "Ngh, good morning," Jake groaned, giving your tit a gentle squeeze.

"G'morning, Jake," you smiled as you turned to face him. He caressed your face before leaning in to kiss your lips.

❤️‍🔥

Jake climbed on top of you closing you in underneath his strong frame. He leaned in to kiss your neck before rolling up your shirt to expose you uncovered breasts. He squeezed one in his hand while he kissed on the other. You began to play with Jake's hair, encouraging him to continue. Just the touch of your hands got him even more excited as he moved down to remove your panties.

Lifting your legs over his shoulders and locking them in place with his arms, Jake nestled himself between your thighs. He pressed his lips against your folds, kissing and sucking on the outer part before delving his tongue in your pussy. You moaned as he worked his textured tongue between your wet walls causing more slime to coat the insides. You lifted your chest up and down as you gripped onto his head, pulling him deeper into you.

He could tell that you wanted more as your pussy throbbed against his tongue. He released his grip and climbed on top of you. You legs wrapped around him as he started to stretch your pussy. He used two fingers to prepare you for his thick girth before gliding it between your sticky lips.

Your wetness coated the his dick with ease as you were dripping in your own fluids. Your pussy was craving his cock and he knew it especially when you moaned after he slapped your pussy. You heard your pussy squelch as he entered you slowly. You felt every inch travel deeper into you.

Once you adjusted to his size, Jake began to thrust long, deep, slow strokes. You could feel him jamming himself against your g-spot causing you to moan in pleasure. "You like that don't you baby," Jake nibbled on your ear. You hummed in response to his sensual touch.

Your back arched as you fought to climax. Jake was fucking you good, but you weren't ready to cum just yet. You wanted this feeling to last a little longer. So you pushed away, causing his dick to slip out of your wet pussy. "Wait, I'm not ready to cum yet, Jake," you whined as you looked at your boyfriend's confused face.

Ignoring your comment, Jake slammed himself back into you. "I'm gonna make you cum all over me, baby," he said against your neck as you heaved your chest up and down. "J-Jake, I c-can't! Ugh, fuck," you panted breathlessly. "That's it, baby," Jake said before picking up the speed of his thrusts. You moaned as Jake helped you ride out your high.

❤️‍🔥

"So what else do you want to do today?" you hummed against his lips.

"Besides you?"

"Yes, Jake. Besides me," you giggled.

"Hmm. Well, I figured it would be agood way to unwind after going hiking."

"Hiking?"

“Yeah. They have a beautiful scenic mountain trail,” Jake said ruffling his hair before walking to the bathroom. “You coming?”

“Where?”

“In the bathroom silly,” Jake chuckled as he placed his hand on the door.

“Umm—“ “You better hurry *giggle* the door’s closing and it won’t open again until I’m done,” Jake began slowly closing the door.

You kept out of bed and rushed to the door. But upon you reaching it, Jake tried closing it faster, but u stopped the door with your foot. Jake chuckled softly at your cuteness.

“You’re so crazy. What I slammed the door on your foot? Then what huh?”

“I know you wouldn’t do that,” you said squeezing past your shirtless boyfriend and casually sitting on the countertop with one leg folded inward.

Jake locked the door before walking towards you, locking you under his figure as he leaned his nose into your neck, leaving behind a small kiss on your exposed skin. You pulled his head in for more. You couldn’t deny that sometimes Jake’s touch was addictive and you often craved more than he gave.

“Uh uh,” Jake said flicking your lips. “We’ve got a lot of things planned today. We can’t spend every bit of energy fucking each other’s brains out,” Jake reached over to grab his toothbrush. “Just know that the next time we do, you’ll be the one bouncing up and down on my dick. And I’ll be gripping onto that perfect little ass of yours,” Jake said before squeezing your ass in his hand. “Just like that,” he smirked.

The two of you took your time getting dressed for your day of hiking. Honestly you weren’t the biggest fan of hiking, but Jake had a way of making anything fun.

Before leaving you went to go check your phone for any missed messages.

[ 4 unread messages : Sunghoon :P ]…

You opened the message app on your phone to read Sunghoon’s texts.

Hey just checking to see if you made it

Delivered 4:26am

Good morning y/n

I assume u got there safely and just blacked out…you seemed pretty exhausted before you left

Just don’t forget what I told you yesterday okay

Delivered 8:49am

You quickly replied to his messages.

Yeah we made it here sometime early this morning

Ur right lol I was super tired and crashed as soon as we walked in

Me and Jake r going out rn…but u don’t have to worry about me

I’m gonna be okay 😊

Sent 9:38am…

“Babe! You coming?” You heard Jake call out from the living room.

“Yeah. I’m just grabbing my bag,” you replied before tucking your phone into your purse and walking out.

“If you want we can pick up some breakfast before we go. They shut it down at 10. We’ll make it if we hurry,” Jake smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you said before following your boyfriend to the elevators.

The once scary looking owl statues looked a little less creepy now that the sun was up. You hopped into Jake’s truck that he drove up the hill’s twisty road that lead back to the main building.

The Aurora Lakeside Sun and Moon welcome center had little signs with labeled arrows pointing in all directions.

“Good morning,” the lady at the desk beamed as you both walked by.

“Good morning,” you both replied in unison.

You held Jake’s hand as he walked you to the dining hall. There was still some food out so you both prepared yourselves a plate and got some coffee before sitting down.

*Zzt Zzt*

Your phone buzzed in your bag.

[ 3 unread messages : Sunghoon :P ]…

Read 9:43am

I know ur gonna be okay but I still worry yk

What I saw that day was really bad and u know it

Idc what his reasons were…that wasn’t ok

Delivered 9:45am

“Who’s that?” Jake asked scooping up a spoon of warm oatmeal into his mouth.

“Oh it’s just Sunghoon. He’s asking if we made it,” you replied.

“Hmm okay. I don’t know why he’s asking you when I already told him we made it. I even sent a pic…”

“Well he was checking on me too…wondering if I had anymore night terrors,” you chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh yeah. You woke up cold and sweating. I’ve never seen that before. What happened anyway?”

“Nothing…I can’t even remember,” you lied before taking a bite of the slice of cinnamon toast.

“Hmm alright. Well, I’m almost finished so I’m gonna go grab a nap from the front desk,” Jake said as he stood up. “The dirty dishes go over on that table okay,” he continued, pointing to the table across the room with dishes stacked up.

“Okay,” you nodded as he walked off.

Now that you were alone, you took the time to reply to Sunghoon.

Ik ik but he hasn’t done anything like that again

Thanks for checking on me but I’m fine

I’ll text you later tonight ok

See ya

Sent 9:50am

Read 9:50

Typing…

You waited for him to reply.

Ok…bye

Delivered 9:51am

You tucked your phone back into your purse before getting up to carry your dirty dishes to the designated table.

“Alright I got everything. You ready?” Jake asked meeting you at the exit. “Yup,” you smiled.

Jake drove for about 8 minutes before the two of you reached the starting point for the 4 mile hike.

After checking in you both proceeded on the path. It really was beautiful. Lots of leaves had changed color and created a soothing atmosphere. You enjoyed seeing the occasional bunny cross your path and the soft bird sounds in the distance.

You had pulled your phone out to take a few pictures of the beautiful area and a few pictures with you and Jake too. After reaching the two mile arch you saw a large deer up the trail.

“Jake look,” you whisper-yelled, pointing to the majestic creature that stood feet away from you.

“Let’s get a little closer,” he whispered back.

Eager, you slowly crept forward, but the sound of leaves cracking under your foot started the animal. Both you and the deer froze maintaining eye contact and shared emotions of wonder and fear.

Jake walked up behind you to try and get you out of the deer’s way, but once the deer sensed another presence he reared back and Jake tackled you to the ground, knocking your phone out of your hand. The deer trampled down the trail, leaping into the depth of the forest.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked hovering over you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just dropped my phone. It fell down there,” you said pointing to the small cliff your phone tumbled down.

“Damn…I’ll go get it. You stay here,” Jake said before climbing off of you.

“Be careful,” you shouted as he walked down the hill.

You watched as he looked around for a few minutes “I don’t see it!” He shouted.

“You sure?”

“Yeah—wait…nevermind that’s just an old soda can,” he shrugged.

“Aww,” you sighed.

“Don’t worry. You can use my phone. We’ll come back out tomorrow with flashlights,” he said, dusting his pants off.

“Okay…well let’s finish our walk,” said disappointedly.

You and Jake walked for one more mile before you started getting a little tired.

“Jake can we take a break?”

“How about you follow me down here? I promise after that we can take a break,” Jake said grabbing both of your hands.

Exhausted, but desperate for some relief you followed your boyfriend down the alternative path.

“Where exactly are we going?” You sighed.

“You’ll see,” Jake smiled.

Within a few minutes you reached a set of stairs that led to a small building. It was a gondola station.

"What? I didn't know they had this here," you exclaimed, looking around to see the string of cable carts leading off into the distance.

"I got a map remember," Jake smiled waving the folded peice of paper in your face. "I knew you'd get tired," he giggled. "Plus, how else were we supposed to go back down?"

You playfully pushed Jake's arm before walking with him to the entrance of the warm building. Even though you made sure to layer up, you were still a bit cold.

"Two tickets, please," Jake said to the elderly ticketmaster that handed him two bright red tickets.

"Do you want some cocoa?" Jake asked, looking at your cherry tinted nose.

"Yea," you smiled before rubbing your hands together and cupping your cheeks.

"Okay, let's go," Jake said, shaking your shoulders before wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You walked with him over to a food stand. You saw all sorts of warm tasty treats and the warmth emitting from the glass shelf reheated your frozen fingers.

Jake held you close to him and ordered two hot cocoas and a box of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

After the two of you made it back to the resort, you both went out for massages at the spa. When the two of you finished, you headed back to the room and remembered that you were supposed to call Sunghoon.

"Jake. Can I use your phone to call Sunghoon?" you asked as you slipped into you pajamas.

"Sure, babe. Actually, I kinda want to talk to him too. I'll put it on speaker," Jake said as he pulled out his phone and dialed Sunghoon.

*Boop Boop*

The two of you waited in silence as the phone rang.

"Hello~," Sunghoon said in a sing-songy voice.

"Hey, Hoon. What's up?" Jake asked as you sat next to him.

"Nothing much...just out with Jay. We went to the club for a few drinks," Sunghoon replied.

"Really? I don't hear any music."

"Yeah, that's because I stepped outside to answer. By the way, is Y/N with you? I've texted her like 5 times and she hasn't responded. Is she alright?"

"Yeah, she's fine. We lost her phone earlier so she's been using mine. She's actually the one who wanted to call you," Jake said before holding the phone closer to your face.

"Hey, Sunghoon."

"Hey," Sunghoon said with a slight sigh. "It's good to hear your voice," he continued. "I hope you guys are having fun out there."

"Oh, we are. This morning we had breakfast before going out on a hike--"

"A hike? I thought you hated long walks."

"I do, but it was actually really fun. I saw so many bunnies and even a deer...that's actually when I dropped my phone," you chuckled softly.

"Yeah, I pushed her out of the way and the phone fell out of her hand. Then I went down to look for it, but we couldn't find it. We're gonna go back out tomorrow and look for it when it's brighter," Jake added.

"Hmm, okay. Well, I hope you guys find it before some woodland creatures hack into her socials," Sunghoon giggled.

"That would be kinda cute though," you giggled back. "Oh, I almost forgot. Jake also took me on a gondola and we had hot cocoa and cookies."

"Her nose was soooo red, I knew she needed something warm to drink. I'm surprised I didn't pack anything. It's pretty cold out here."

"Well, just make sure you two stay warm. It's supposed to get even colder over there tonight."

"We will. We're probably gonna be going to bed soon anyways. It's getting pretty late."

"Yeah, you're right. And Jay's probably looking for me now," Sunghoon chuckled. "See ya later guys. Good luck finding your phone."

You and Jake said "bye" before hanging up and climbing into bed. You almost forgot about what Jake said to you this morning. That was until he smacked your ass and bit his lip.

❤️‍🔥

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bedroom, landing on the edge of the bed. You stood in front of him as he pulled you in for a kiss before hooking his hand around your thigh, motioning you to get on the bed. You stayed on top of him as he reached his hands around your body to remove your bra.

You pulled your bra straps down your shoulders and took off your bra without removing your dress. Jake struggled to pull his pants down as you straddled his body. You moved back to assist him and watched as his dick sprang up in your face.

You slid your panties to the side as you slowly inserted Jake's dick into your pussy. Jake threw his head back at the sensation from your warm wet walls. You started to ride him, slowly feeling every inch of his throbbing cock going deeper into your pussy. He groaned at your movements but was soon overcome with lust as he placed his hands around your hips, controlling the way you moved.

You bounced up and down on him barely able to control the shaking of your legs as your pussy stretched. After a certain point, Jake started using you like a sexdoll and he thrusted his hips into your from the bottom. You choked on your own moans as he continued to pleasure you. You reached down to stimulate your clit, bringing you closer to orgasming.

Jake could feel your walls clenching his dick as he fucked you in this position. You moaned breathlessly as you orgasmed, but Jake wasn't done yet. He flipped you on your back as he continued to fuck you filling you with his cum. You fell asleep shortly after he came in you. You could still feel his load dripping out of your pussy as you laid there in bed.

❤️‍🔥

Jake fixed his clothed and laid behind you, wrapping your body in his arms as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

Every act of kindness from Jake was a distraction. All to take your mind off of what he was really doing. In fact, Jake did find your phone. He shoved it in his pocket after shutting it off and to take your mind off of your phone, he gave you his with full access. He trusted Sunghoon because he was one of his best friends, but he wanted to be sure that nothing else was going on between you two. Nothing that he had to worry about.

After you fell asleep, Jake scrolled through the messages between you and Sunghoon. So far everything checked out, except for the fact that Sunghoon was telling you to be cautious around him. Jake thought back to the time Sunghoon witnessed the moment he attacked you after seeing a text from some guy pop up on your phone.

The way Jake felt at that moment was the same way he felt when he saw you didn't actually leave your job. "Heeseung," Jake mumbled under his breath, before finding the messages between you and your manager. Again, everything checked out. Jake was relieved that you weren't cheating on him. However, just as he was about to turn off your phone a text popped up on your phone.

[ New message : Nicho 👀 (Nicholas) ]

I miss you

We should meet up again when u get back from your little trip

It's been a while and I'm missing that body ;)

Jake's eyes widened as he read the words across the screen. Immediately, began scrolling through the messages between you and this boy.

"Where have I heard that name before?" Jake wondered to himself, before remembering that Nicholas was the name of the boy who texted you the day Jake attacked you.

From what Jake gathered from the messages you and this boy had a sexual relationship while you were with him. Not only did he read the messages going back and forth about things the two of you wanted to do to each other, but there were also photos exchanged. Not just of the you by yourself, but also of you with him.

Pictures.

Videos.

Messages.

You were fucking this guy behind Jake's back. And the worst part was that you still smiled in his face like nothing was happening. The same smile that Jake once thought was beautiful. The same girl he called amazing. The same girl that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. So many secrets and lies.

At this moment, Jake had lost all feeling towards you. He placed the phone on the dresser before walking outside to get something from the car.

The sudden slamming of the door closing woke you up. "Jake?" you called out before getting up to see where the noise came from. As you climbed out of bed you noticed you phone sitting on the dresser. Puzzled, you picked it up and opened the phone to see that your messages with Nicholas had been screenshotted and sent to Jake's phone.

You were scared now. You had completely forgotten to tell Jake about keeping your old job. Now he found out that you were also seeing another person. Thinking back to what happened in your dream the other night, your heart started to pound in your chest. Nobody was here to protect you from Jake and what he would do to you.

You heard the door's mechanical lock whirl as you peaked through the door to see a very angry Jake enter with a black bag in his hand. Terrified, you closed every door in the room, including the closet, before crawling under the bed.

Jake threw the door open and yelled your name before storming over to the bed to rip off the covers. "Where are you?" he growled. You watched as he paced around the room opening all the doors.

*Sunghoon* you thought to yourself. *If I call Sunghoon I can tell him what's going on and Jake will have to stop*

Immediately after Jake stormed out of the room you crawled out from under the bed to grab the phone that you stupidly left on the dresser.

You quietly crept over to the phone that laid face up on the dresser. You quickly typed in the password that was Jake's birthday and started to text Sunghoon.

Typing...

But when you heard Jake coming back to the room, you panicked and started to call Sunghoon instead. It would be a lot easier and faster to talk than to text.

*Boop Boop*

The dial tone rang, taking the place of silence.

"Dammit," you cursed to yourself. Sunghoon didn't pick up. You tried calling again...afterall it was almost 3 am and he was probably sleeping now. You turned to face the closet as the phone rang once more. The silence had never felt so loud. The sound of your heartbeating almost overwhelmed all of your other senses. Just then, Jake grabbed a handful of your hair and threw you to the ground.

"Oh don't try to call for help now you little whore," Jake spat as he snatched the phone out of your hand and ended the call. "You're a lying bitch and I wish Sunghoon hadn't stopped me that day. I could've put an end to your ass a long time ago," he continued.

"I was going to tell you," you said in a shaking voice.

"You were gonna tell me what? Huh? That you kept that job? Or that you were fucking this Nicholas guy behind my back WHILE WE WERE STILL TOGETHER!" Jake straddled your body and pressed your cheek into the ground. "I should break every bone in your body right now and leave you right here."

"Jake, please. I'm sorry," you whimpered. "I stopped messing around with him months ago and I really did want to tell you Jake. I'm not lying. I swear," you winced as he applied more pressure to your face.

"Oh, I'm sure you're telling the truth now. There's no doubt about that. But let's both be honest, you weren't gonna tell me about that shit unless you were forced to. These were gonna be secrets you died with huh?"

You hated the fact that Jake was reading you like a book. Many of the things he's saying right now perfectly explained the way you had been feeling about everything recently.

"Why'd you do it huh? Why'd you lie to me? Was I really that bad?" Jake said before sitting back, your arms still trapped under his knees.

"I lied because I was afraid of you Jake. You scared the hell out of me and Nicholas was just a distraction from everything that was happening between us. You were trying to control every aspect of my life and it was driving me insane. I wasn't happy anymore. But when things started getting better I cut off the other relationship. What you're doing right now is what made me do those things," you said with tears rolling down your cheeks.

"I didn't make you do a damn thing. If you weren't happy, then you should've left. Everything you lied about was your choice. Don't try to put the blame on me," Jake said before climbing off of you. "You're not worth it. Nobody would want a lying, cheating slut like you," he continued before walking out.

"Jake, wait!" you said before running after him.

The last thing you remember is experiencing that same feeling from the dream. You were being consumed by the darkness. Swallowed by the infinite void of emptiness.

The next morning Jake woke up alone in the bed, but when he called your name, you didn't answer. No one did.

Jake looked for your phone and couldn't find it. Nothing but a note.

He immediately called the police to set up a search party in the woods. He called Sunghoon and Jay who arrived hourse later and Jake told them exactly how his morning went.

Because the weather had reached freezing temperatures, everyone was persistent on finding you. This type of weather could be detrimental to anyone. However, it wasn't until a week later that they found your body.

A man had went out to ice fish and found you in the resorts lake. Apparently the layer of ice prevented anyone from finding you. Sunghoon was devastated. He was actually the one who was hurt the most over your death. You had comitted suicide and he felt responsible. According to the otopsy, you died from drowning, but there were enough drugs in your system to kill you regardless.

"She was just so happy before she left. Even when she called the day before she went missing she was happy. Only if I would've picked up...maybe she'd still be here," Sunghoon sighed with tears welling in his eyes.

Jake helped your parents put together your funeral and stopped by the florist he visited to pick up the flowers to surprise you with.

"Oh it's you again," the girl said as Jake walked up to the register. He was wearing a black button down shirt and some slacks. "What's the occasion this time?" the girl asked seeing that he was standing there with an empty expression wearing all black.

"My dead girlfriend's funeral," he replied.

"Wait...is this the one you came in for the other day?"

Jake nodded in response before covering his eyes with his hands. The girl immediately came around the counter to hug him. "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure this must be really hard for you," she said as she continued comforting Jake as he cried into her shoulder.

"These flowers are beautiful. I know she would've loved them," she smiled wiping Jake's tears away with her thumb.

"Yeah...she would've," he sniffled.

"I'm about to close for the day. How about I come with you to the funeral? That way you won't be alone. I promise to keep you laughing," she smiled.

"You sure?"

"Of course."

"Thanks, I could use some laughter in my life right about now," he smiled.

On the way to the funeral, Jake told her all of the good things about you. Everything that made him fall in love with you. Jake also told her that you killed yourself when she asked how you died. The flower girl accompanied Jake at your funeral and did just as she said. She made everyone happy and turned your funeral into a way to celebrate your life.

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However, what nobody knew is that your death was not a suicide. You were murdered. And Jake was the killer.

When you ran after Jake, he grabbed you, picked up the black bag and took you to the bathroom.

"I want you to write down everything you told me. Everything that made you break my heart," Jake said handing you a pen.

You knew what he was doing, he was indirectly making you write a suicide note. "No Jake. I'm not doing this," you cried.

"Do it or I'll blow your brains out right here, right now," he spat without hesitation.

You obeiently began to scribble down on the piece of paper Jake gave you. He watched every word you put down on that paper and scratched out anything he didn't like. After a certain point he began telling you what to write.

"Okay, I did it now what," you said with tears in your eyes.

Jake picked up a glass from near the sink, filled it with water, and pulled out a bag of pills.

"Here's your last meal, bitch," He said placing the bag on the counter.

"Jake! Please don't do this to me. I promise we can go back to what we were before. I'll love you forever and do anything you say. Please," you pleaded.

"You'll really do anything I say?"

"Yes, Jake, anything, please."

"Then swallow the fucking pills," he said coldly.

"Jake," you started to cry.

"Swallow bitch!" he commanded opening the bag and putting it in your hand.

"Please, I dont want to die," you sobbed.

Jake squeezed your hands together, pulled them up to your throat and forced your mouth open by squeezing your jaw. You felt the pills pile up as he dumped the bag into your mouth. He reached for the water and poured it in your mouth that was still gaped open. You continued to breathe through your nose to prevent yourself from swallowing the deadly concoction.

Jake noticed and moved into a different position, placing you in a chokehold. He closed your nose. "You can breath after you swallow," he said. You fought the urge to swallow for as long as you could before taking down the big gulp of semi-dissolved tablets.

"Good girl," he sneered as you bawled. "Now we gonna take a little walk," he said before grabbing the gun and your body. To avoid cameras, Jake took the emergency stairwell. By the time you reached the bottom, you were starting to feel the effects of the pills.

"Not yet, honey. We're almost there," he said shaking the sleep from your body. You felt like you were slipping away as you struggled to walk beside Jake. After a few minutes Jake came to the resort's owned lake. It was very cold that night and you were just wearing a satin nightgown so every breeze felt like blades against your skin.

He walked you to the edge of the lake before nudging you to walk in. With the last bit of resistance you had, you stiffened your body.

“Don’t fight it. You can either go in on your own or I can force you in,” he said turning you to face him. You wouldn’t budge so he grabbed your arm and began dragging you in. You fought to free yourself from his grasp, but it was useless as you were much weaker than usual due to the drugs coursing through your veins.

Jake pulled you waist deep into the freezing water. It was so cold you couldn’t even scream for help but when he pushed you in you immediately tried to stand back up. However you must’ve hit a point where the water deepens suddenly and you fought to climb your way to the surface for air.

Growing increasingly tired from fighting the water and the drugs, you finally stopped. You felt your lungs burn with intensity as they filled up with water. And that’s when you felt it…the darkness consuming you.

Jake watched and waited until the last bubble surfaced before he went back to the hotel room and conjured up his story.

As I’m sure you could assume, Jake began to grow closer to the flower girl who ironically had a similar experience. Her boyfriend in high school killed himself because of bullying at school and a messed up family.

They bonded over the deaths of their significant others. Jake did wish that things could’ve worked out between you, but those pills were either going to cause the death of you or him. And Jake felt that you earned your fate.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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a.n: there will be one more part of this story. a spin-off where the flower girl is y.n. and you guys can see how their relationship fairs out. here's a voting box, just to see how many of y'all want this as much as I do :)

Alsooo i'd like to hear your thoughts about the story so lmk what u think in the comments :)

[cyyfics]

I saw your post and wanted to request general dating headcannons for Simon! (Including NSFW headcannons if you don't mind :D )

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Simon Dating Hc’s

Pairing: !Simon Petrikov X Reader

Warnings: !NSFW content at the end of SFW part

Note: thank you for sending me a request!!! much love to you <3

Double note: IM SORRY ITS SO LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY SSKSKSJS

Pronoun stuff: MAINLY gender neutral but there might be some fem coded parts?? With the nsfw stuff there’s fem/gn parts at first and then a diff part for men ^^

And on a third yet different note, a nsfw note: I’m sorry I made simon such a slut!!!!! but also no I’m not hehe

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SFW

- when he first meets you he is stricken, immediately getting an interest to you.

- you were already a fan of Simon and his many books that you had read, kicking your feet in bed turning the pages wishing you could some day meet this man.

- that’s when you found out where he was teaching his lectures, and found out that it was actually pretty close to your home town..

- you tried not to dawn over him in person when you actually had finally saw him; taking a seat in the front row and staring at the man with wide eyes while you rested your chin on your left hand.

- you were amazed seeing the few artefacts on the screen in front of you, the lecture only adding to your fanlike obsession over him.

- when the two of you went on your first ‘date’, he couldn’t find himself taking his eyes off of you; your silly antics and your fascination of him couldn’t get him to pull his attention from you.

- he tried to hide his feelings for you for the longest time but when you had finally confessed your heart to him he couldn’t deny you, and so he poured his heart out to you and asked you to be his.

- he was ecstatic when you said yes, immediately taking your hands into his and grinning wide like some kind of mad man, it was sweet. It really was. When he took you into his arms you couldn’t help yourself and kissed him.

- he was shocked of course! he didn’t hate it at all though; he simply pulled you closer and kissed you back. When the two of you pulled away it was like there was stars in your eyes, a small electrical zap shot through you from your clothes rubbing up against his.

-Only confirming for the two of you that there very was much a spark between you two.

- when the two of you started dating after a little while, Simon often found himself spending much more time by you; he would just be chilling in the afternoon on your sofa or he would be beside you wherever you were.

- you’d have to initiate most physical things, kissing him on the cheek when he’s leaned over the kitchen stove making food or wrapping an arm around him on the couch. after a while though he would eventually start doing the same; pulling you close whenever you sat by him and hugging your waist every-time he walked by.

- the two of you were the sweetest couple, finding joy in the little things you two did; enjoying life when you two would be doing laundry together, and enjoying life a little more when you two would be reading and drinking tea besides each other.

- when you’re tired he likes to have you lay in his arms, so he can hold you and lull you to sleep. when he does that though he often finds himself dozing off too not long after, the presence of you making him feel so fuzzy so sleepy that he eventually just falls asleep too.

- he likes to kiss your lips so so much, he will do it every chance he can. wether it’s a passionate kiss or just a simple press of lips to lips, he just likes to kiss you. lounging around on the couch in the early mornings? kiss on the lips. working on the garden outside? kiss to the lips, while he’s bringing you a cup of lemonade to help with the hot sun.

- he finds himself doing many things for you without you ever asking him; it will be simple things too, sorting your laundry, changing your bins, cleaning your mirror, he just likes doing stuff for you. And you like doing the same for him occasionally when you’ll iron his clothes or make his bed.

- in the far future after he became ice king, and then became his old self again; you were there with him then too. Let’s say some sort of very magical and unexplainable essence was able to bring you back, maybe some sacrifices were made in doing that but he neither you cared.

- when he became traumatised you tried everything in yourself to help him, lulling him in your loving arms when he found it hard to sleep, comforting him when he had his many problems, talking him through it all and doing all you can.

- he became way more affectionate, scared that some day he’ll lose you again, he will always be by your side wherever you are. He will be clung onto your waist, his arms wrapped around you and pulling you closer to him.

- “s-simon!!!” you laugh and try to pry him away, not making an actual effort as he pulls you in closer. “i love you so much, more than words could ever know.”

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NSFW part starts now

- he initiates it a lot more than you do actually, surprising I know. he will offer to rub your back and then while doing so his hands will start to wander. or he will be sitting with you on the couch or the end of the bed and he will slowly trail his hand that was sitting comfortably on your knee up to your thigh.

- the first time you guys had sex it was very slow and loving, many verbal praises and many physical kisses were given. he found himself immediately becoming obsessed with the way you felt around him, knowing this definitely wouldn’t be the only time he took you like this.

- now though? he will not be as slow. loving? yes. but slow? no. he will have one of your legs over his shoulder as he’s roughly guiding his hips into you, hissing through his teeth as he tells you how much he loves you. he tells you how good he feels as he’s pushing inside.

- you love and live to fuck this man. each time he folds you over like a pretzel you find yourself seeing stars, every golb damn time. he won’t stop until you do. if you’re not all that sensitive it doesn’t matter to him, he doesn’t care how long it takes you to cum. he will be there between your legs in some way or another for hours if he has to. only exception is you ask to stop.

- he loves to finger you, because he likes seeing your eyelashes flutter when he pushes his fingers into you. he likes watching the way your hips squirm around, rolling against his hand greedily looking for that high in you.

- he doesn’t let you. why should he? he will use one hand to roughly grab your hip and keep you in place, his fingers making lewd sounds as the wetness between your thighs coated his hand. he will also be spewing filth into your ear as he does so “you’re taking my fingers so well, you’re doing so good for me my love.” kissing the side of your neck.

- he will fill you up. idc. you go onto birth control specifically so he CAN cum inside you. he’s just so enamoured with the way your pussy clenches and pulses with cum as he pulls out of you, beads of cum often dripping onto the towel below you. towel being put there after sheets were already ruined before hand by his cum.

- he loves your boobs. outside of sex he will still be there resting his head on your tiddies, trying to be inconspicuous as he tries to slowly burry his face in them. he’s not slick, you can see the way his head turns as he’s lying there.

- he will hold you in his lap some days while you’re just resting together or watching some kind of film on tv, and then suddenly one of his hands will snake up your side; his lips pressing against the side of your neck.

- “simon!” you giggle as his hand brushes against your side, pressing yourself back up against him as you know just how easy it is for him to ‘roused up. “y/n, y-you know what that does to me!” and yet he still lets you do it, rocking back up against your clothed hips as he suddenly loses all self respect.

MALE NSFW HC’s

(Some of the hc’s above were GN so this one will be a little shorter sorry! Also to the girls, there’s some down here that’s SORTA gn as well.)

- he loves your chest. idk why he just does, I think it’s the way your heart beats. it’s comforting to him. but he also loves the heat your body gives off, and he likes to rest his head on your chest.

- although. he also likes the way your chest moves when your breath stutters when he’s doing something filthy to you, maybe kissing your stomach, or kissing you between your thighs, he just loves it.

- i think he’d be a switch, some days he’d wanna be inside of you and some days he’d want you inside him; and on those days he would always be so eager to get down on his knees and take whatever you had to give him.

- when you’d be inside of him he’d just act like the sweetest little thing, whining on the mattress underneath you with one hand grabbing at the sheets. “m-more!” he’d be greedy too. “you want more, darling? I’ll give you more.” and you do. and when you do he just gives this amazing blissed out look, his cock twitching and leaking cum onto the bed beneath you.

- but when he’s in you? he’s like some kind of pervert honestly, the way he stares at your ass the whole time. and if he’s taking you in missionary or some kind of position where you’re facing him? his eyes will not leave your face, and he will take notice of every eye twitch and every halt in your breath as he brings you pleasure.

- bloody pervert I tell you. tell me right now that he wouldn’t purposefully rub up against you while you’re doing mundane things. tell me. that’s right, you can’t. he can barely even sit in your lap without thoughts of ‘should I move my hips back a little?’ and ‘I’m gonna shift around a little..’

- he will jerk you off, he loves it, he lives for it. he will pull you into a heated kiss as his hand is down below getting you off, stroking you up and down as he sticks his tongue into your mouth.

- he loves lapping up your cum, he will do slutty things to get to eat your cum. if you cum onto your stomach, he will lean down and lick it off while looking into your eyes. cum on his hand while he’s stroking you off? he’s making a desperate fool of himself and licking it off.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Banchan x F!Reader & Jisung x F!Reader TW : Bangchans : pregnancy ; morning sickness ; general angst ;. Jisungs : menstrual cycles ; really bad period cramps ; Han being an asshole ;. BOTH : FLUFF AT THE END I SWEAR!! Word Count : Bangchan (2.1k) Han (2.2k) TOTAL : 4.3k Request : This is so heavily requested!! I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting!! Chan's specific theme was requested so I'm fulfilling that one right now with this! I will do the other members as well, I'll get to them, I promise!!

Bangchan

Nausea was usually something that you were able to overcome quite quickly, you’d just drink a little bit of water and lay down until the feeling subsided. It wasn’t something that would keep you from doing the chores that you promised Chan that you’d do, it definitely would never stop you from making sure dinner was ready for when he came back from the office. Chan worked hard, and although he always told you that you didn’t have to do all that you did while he was gone, you thought that it was the least you could do. 

Today in particular was by far the worst day, and your attempt at swallowing back the bile in your throat as you normally would when you’d start getting that queasy feeling in your stomach was proven pointless. It was a miracle that you were even able to make it to the bathroom in time to lean over the toilet, your throat burning from the acids that came up from your empty stomach as you heaved over the seat. 

Throwing up was awful, but throwing up literal bile was the worst. Your head was spinning and your stomach felt way too tight from the constant retching, the feeling almost making you throw up again. The taste in your mouth was just as bad, and you pushed yourself up off the floor to drink the water from the faucet out of the palm of your hands. Beads of sweat clung to your forehead and you felt absolutely exhausted just from the physical exertion it took to throw up. A quick nap wouldn’t be bad, you’d wake up before Chan got home and you’d have everything done by the time he got through the door. At least, that’s how you planned on things going this evening. 

Of course he didn’t expect everything to be done for him when he came home from work, he didn’t start dating you so that you could be a maid and a chef for him, he genuinely just loved being with you. That didn’t mean that he didn’t appreciate it though, and some nights he’d even look forward to it, especially on nights like tonight. The new song he was working on just didn’t seem to line up right, he couldn’t find any source of motivation, he had been at work for hours but he hadn’t gotten anything done. He was annoyed, he was upset with himself, he was hungry, and he was tired. 

“Babe, I’m home.” He called out, kicking his shoes off after walking through the front door, his eyes finally glancing up and looking around when he realized just how quiet it was. Not just that, but the smell of dinner wasn’t wafting through the house… There was no smell at all, which was strange. Your shoes were still in the doorway, perfectly straight right next to his. Maybe it’s just because he was running a little late and you didn’t want to make dinner too early… You must be in the bathroom or something. 

He continued in through the house, making his way to the bedroom and slowly opening it. Now, deep down he knew that he shouldn’t be mad, you were his girlfriend, not his servant, but something about the sight of you curled up underneath the blanket, surrounded by toppled over laundry piles… It was infuriating. You really just decided halfway through that you didn’t want to do it and you just… took a nap. 

“Must be nice…” He said, just loud enough to stir you from your sleep, your eyes slowly opening before repeatedly blinking to get the sleep out of them. “Look who finally woke up? Did you have a nice nap?” You quickly jolted up, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands before looking around, your mouth falling open into a small ‘o’ when you saw him standing there. “Was one basket of laundry too much for you? Huh?” 

You scanned over the piles of laundry, whispering out a curse before scooting across the bed towards them, trying to refold and situate them as quickly as possible. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t feeling well. My stomach’s been acting up lately… I don’t know what’s wrong.” You murmured, grabbing out balls of clothes that were still tangled up in the basket. “I’m thinking… Maybe-” 

“Maybe it’s because you’re lazy?” He cut you off, and your head whipped up fast to look at him wide eyed. “I mean, good god, who falls asleep while folding one basket of laundry?” His head shook as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know what, just go back to sleep. Clearly you can’t even do the simplest of things.” 

“N-No, it’s…” Tears were already stinging at your eyes as you rushed to fold the clothes in front of you. “I just don’t feel good… I don’t know what’s going on… I…” The heavy breathing was causing you to get nauseous again, the feeling of being attacked by him for something that both he and you didn’t even understand. He didn’t even know what was going on, he was never home, and now he was coming down on you. 

He yanked the shirt out of your hand, throwing it back into the basket before picking it up off the floor and carrying it to the door. “You think I don’t get sick? I still have to work. You’re just being ridiculous.” He mumbled, dropping the basket on the floor right outside the door. “It’s whatever though, just go do what you do best. I guess I’ll make dinner tonight after working all day too. Fucking fantastic.” He kicked the basket across the hallway before stepping out and slamming the door behind him. 

The sound of kitchen utensils being slammed against the counter and the fridge being opened and shut forcefully could be heard throughout the house, the constant loud noises causing you to jump, and you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to though, you wanted to talk to him because whatever was going on was starting to scare you. You had never been this sick for this long, and you didn’t have any other symptoms, it was just the random bouts of nausea. 

Suddenly the smell of ramen was filling the air, and you would usually love the smell of it, but right now it had your stomach turning as every single scent of the different spices filled your nose. “Chan…” You groaned, kicking the blankets off of yourself and heading out of the room. The smell hit you harder now and you covered your mouth and your nose, gagging silently as you moved into the kitchen and turned off the burner much to Chans surprise. 

“The hell are you doing?” He muttered, lightly swatting your hand away to turn it back on, and now just the sight of the red broth boiling in the pot had you retching. “What’s your problem?” He grumbled, moving you to the side as he stirred the contents in the pot, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore, leaning over the sink and throwing up, the force behind it sending the bile shooting out of your nose. “Hey! Hey what’s… hey!” He shouted, turning off the burner once more and standing behind you, holding your hair away from your face with one hand as he rubbed your back. 

“Fuck…” You sighed, turning on the spicket and washing out your mouth before grabbing a napkin to blow your nose. “I think I’m dying…” You whispered, a shudder running through you as you dropped down to the floor, leaning your forehead against the cold metal of the dishwasher. Your entire face was covered in sweat and you could barely catch your breath, that alone scaring you even more and causing you to breathe even heavier. 

“C-Calm down, it’s going to be okay.” Chan said, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands firmly cupping your cheeks to look at you. “How long have you been sick like this?” He asked frantically, his thumb quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. Your shoulders shrugged as you mumbled out a soft “a while” in response. “Jesus Christ… okay. We’re going to the hospital.” 

You laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, hating the fact that you were there but thankful for the lack of IVs. The doctor had taken a couple blood samples and those were the only needles that you had needed for the time being. Now you just wanted to relax, and as tired as you felt, the words that Chan had said earlier had you keeping your eyes open. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were feeling this way? Hmm? You told the doctor it’s been going on for a month and a half almost… How could you not tell me?” 

“You’re always at the office… you’re always working…” You muttered, balling up the blanket in your hands. “I don’t like bothering you while you’re working. You’ve got more important things to do than dealing with me.” You sniffled softly, quickly rolling over onto your side to face away from him, tears trickling down from the corner of your eyes. 

“What are you talking about? You’re extremely important to me, babe.” He cooed, not even bothering to try to roll you back over to face him, instead scooting the rolling chair around to the other side of the bed so he could see you. “All you have to do is call and I’ll come to you, I love you…” 

Your lips pulled together into a thin line as you looked past him. “I should have just laid in bed… went back to sleep and died. It’s what I do best…” He sighed heavily, knowing that those words were only in your head because of what hr had said earlier. He already felt awful about saying them, but now seeing you here like this, he felt even worse. 

“I don’t want you to do that… I want you to be here with me forever…” He whispered, reaching out to caress your cheek, his touch feather light against your clammy skin. “I’m sorry I spoke to you that way earlier… But once we find out what’s wrong and when you get better, I’ll make it up to you. Okay? I promise.” 

The knock at the door came and the doctor peaked in, a wide smile on her face as she waved to both you and Chan. It was a strange expression considering you literally thought you were on the brink of death, maybe she was just trying to lighten the mood before delivering the news. “So the results came back.” Chan nodded his head, his breaths becoming quicker as he waited for her to continue, clearly impatient. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.” 

You blinked a few times, your mind struggling to process the information that was just given to you. Chan was also shocked into a state of silence as he stared at the doctor who was still smiling just as bright. “A baby… Is making her feel like this?” He questioned, and she simply nodded, walking closer to the bed and pulling a sheet of paper off the clipboard she was carrying, the words morning sickness printed in bold letters across the top and underneath a lengthy article about it. “Well… how… how far along is she? Why is she throwing up so much?” 

The doctor giggled lightly as she slipped the clipboard under her arm. “She’s about 4 months right now. Morning sickness can come at any time and it can be just nausea, or it can be actually getting ill. It depends on the person. I’d recommend setting up an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible though, just to get you in the system.” She nodded her head, backing up towards the door. “Congratulations again. Whenever you’re ready, you can head on out and sign the release forms at the front desk.” 

Once she was gone, Chan swiveled the chair back in your direction, still slack jawed at the unexpected diagnosis. “Well… You’re not dying, so that’s good…” He said softly, and then, as if the news had fully processed in his mind, his lips slowly pulled up at the corners, his hand holding onto yours as his thumb brushed along your knuckles. “I know this is unexpected… But I know we can do this… I love you, I know already that I want to have a family with you… and there’s nothing wrong with starting a little bit early…” He chuckled softly, standing up and helping you to your feet. “We’re going to be fine. Let’s get home and relax though, take a nap, I think you’ve earned one.”  going to be right here with you the whole time.”

Jisung

“Pookie butt!!” Jisung called from the living room while you were in the bathroom, waiting for you to come out before he continued. He was standing in the doorway, pulling on his shoes, waiting for you to come out to say goodbye to him. Once you emerged from the hallway and ran over to him, his arms were immediately around your hips, his face nuzzling into your neck. “I’m gonna be sleeping at the dorms tonight, I’ll be working late and I know you hate when I come in at weird hours, you get all panicky and scared.” 

“I do not!” You retorted, pushing back against his chest lightly as you looked up at him, but the smile he was wearing never failed to soften you up immediately. His laughter had you giggling along with him, burying your face in his chest as his hands lightly squeezed your sides. 

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t come at me swinging a baseball bat one night because I came in at 3 in the morning. You almost killed me, pookie poo.” He teased, and you couldn’t even deny it because it was the truth, and while you had apologized profusely for it for an entire month, now you were able to laugh about it with him. “You gonna be okay though? You gonna be able to sleep without the best boyfriend in the world laying beside you? Hmm? Can you do that? Do you need me to come home tonight?” 

“I think I’ll manage.” You said between little fits of laughter, grabbing his jacket from off the hook and handing it to him before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, the one thing that would certainly keep him from teasing you for at least the next 30 seconds. “What time do you think you’ll be back home though? I’m gonna run to the grocery store and get some of your favorite snacks, nothing but the best for my hard working man.” 

His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at your words, and he quickly kissed you again to try to distract you from noticing it. “This is why you’re the best girlfriend, best pookie poo, my one and only schmookem boops.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, clearly procrastinating, he hated having to leave you, especially if it was over night. “I’ll try to be back by the evening. We can eat some ramen and watch movies, hmm?” You nodded your head in agreement as you opened the door for him, giving him one last kiss before saying goodbye. 

That night you had started your period, and you had fallen asleep with your fingers crossed that the cramps wouldn’t be as bad as they usually were when you woke up. Of course, you weren’t that lucky, and when you did wake up in the morning, it was like your cramps were your personal alarm clock. You could barely even roll over to get out of the bed, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone walk through the grocery store. 

You hated getting your period, it was a pain in the ass in every single way, shape, and form. It had completely slipped your mind that you were due for it, and you didn’t have any pain medication to even slightly reduce the pain from your cramps. You were practically bed ridden, curled up in the fetal position under the blankets, your breaths labored as you tried to get through each one that came so frequently that you weren’t even able to get a break. 

Just the simple task of getting up to get a drink of water left you doubled over in the middle of the kitchen, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to breathe your way through it just to get to the couch. Tears pricked your eyes as every minute your stomach would tighten up and your back would ache and you’d try your best to maneuver into a more comfortable position, but it seemed that there was no way that you could lay to rid yourself of the pain. 

You had tried to call Jisung, but his phone went to voicemail each time, clearly busy with work and you didn’t want to keep bothering him. You hoped that at some point he’d just call you back before he got home and you could tell him what was going on and ask him to bring you some ibuprofen. The only thing you could do at this point was try to sleep through the pain. 

When the door unlocked, you slowly opened your eyes, smiling up to Jisung as he walked through the front door, kicking off his shoes and going over to you. “Looks like you’re already ready for movie night. I’ll just get the snacks, you stay comfy.” He made little finger guns as he made his way to the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and closing as he searched, and if he had answered the phone he would know what was going on, but you didn’t expect him to be so upset about the lack of snacks either. “Where are they?” He called from the kitchen, and you slowly sat up on the couch, looking over the back of it to see him. 

“I didn’t get to go to the store today.” You said, the bright fluorescent bulbs that hung in the kitchen burning your eyes as they glowed behind him, so you quickly laid back down, keeping your eyes shut to try to fight off the headache that threatened to come. “I’m sorry… I just… I’ve been cramping and my head hurts so bad… I couldn’t make it to the store.” 

“Really?” He posed the question, and you thought that for a second he would show some sort of concern like he usually would, but instead he came back into the living room, standing over you as you laid curled up in the fetal position on the sofa. “You really didn’t go to the store because of a couple cramps? There’s girl idols that literally do entire dance routines when they have their periods and you couldn’t walk? Boohoo. Come on, get up. Let’s get the snacks.” 

He reached out to grab your hand, but you quickly pulled it away, your eyes opening just enough to glare at him. You weren’t used to him being so insensitive, and maybe he had a bad day at work, maybe he couldn’t sleep well last night, but whatever the reason, he had no right to practically insult you for not feeling well. “No. I’m in pain, and if you want to go get your fucking snacks so bad, then go get them… But you can go right back to the fucking dorms when you’re done shopping.” You snapped, pulling the blanket up around your face and closing your eyes. 

“Fine!” He retorted loudly, his hands flying up in the air with annoyance as he walked away from you. “But I’m getting really fucking tired of you using your period cramps as a reason to get out of doing literally anything. It isn’t even that bad.” It was like he was trying to piss you off, and it was working really well. He didn’t know shit about the way you were feeling, and for him to assume that you were acting just to get out of going grocery shopping was infuriating. 

“Would you just get the fuck out already?!” You shouted, only for your words to be followed by the door slamming shut, your headache only worsened by the sound of it. You hadn’t even gotten your medicine, and now you were alone once again, and the cramps were only getting worse, and now you were in pain and upset. 

“Weren’t you literally just back home?” Bangchan questioned when Jisung walked through the front door, and he could only assume that the oldest was talking about the fact that he hadn’t even been gone for more than an hour, and when he had left he had excitedly announced that he was having movie night with you. “Did you get Y/N the medicine she needed? She sounded really bad over the phone…” 

Jisung stopped in his tracks on his way to his own room, turning to look back at Chan. “What are you talking about? She called you?” He inquired, slowly walking over to the couch where Chan was sitting. “What did she say?” Obviously he was worried about you, and the only reason he didn’t run back into the house and apologize was because he was embarrassed. He felt like shit for going off on you, and he knew that you’d both need a bit to cool down. 

“She called Minho, asked him to bring her some Tylenol or something. She was crying… He felt really bad so he already left.” Chan explained, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Jisung. “What did you do?” He could read Hans face clearly, and while he wasn’t one to be nosy, he did want to make sure that nothing too serious had happened. You made Jisung happier than anyone else ever could, and he didn’t want that to be ruined for his friend over something small. 

“M-Minho?” Jisung stammered out the name, his hands running through his hair as he grew even more anxious. “Why would he go? That’s… That’s not his place… H-He can’t do that.” He was becoming frantic as his fingers continued to run across his scalp, becoming tangled in the strands that got knotted. “And she was crying?!” 

Bangchan nodded slowly, knowing that nothing he said or did would be able to calm him down now that Jisung was like this. He was practically spiraling and the only thing he could even attempt to do was tell him that it would be okay, although he was sure he wouldn’t believe him. “Look, if you’re so worried, then just go-“ But he didn’t even get the chance to finish the sentence before Jisung was rushing out the door, his shoes barely even on as he hopped on one foot down the hallway to get to the elevator. 

Although he knew that Minho meant well by going there to help you, it felt like he had crossed a line that no friend should ever cross. Going over to his house with his girlfriend when he wasn’t there. It was uncalled for, and even if you had called Minho to get you some medicine, Minho should have contacted him first. It shouldn’t matter that he walked out the door on bad terms, at the end of the day you were still his girlfriend. 

He rushed through the front door and he didn’t know how to feel, seeing Minho sitting on the couch with you had anger rushing through his veins, but it’s not like the two of you were cuddled up or anything, you were on completely opposite sides of the sofa. “Was waiting for you to come.” Minho teased, turning his head as far as he could to look at Jisung who stood like a statue in the doorway. 

He completely ignored the older member, moving to squat down in front of you, his hands grabbing yours tightly as he looked up at you with glassy eyes and dampened cheeks. “Why wouldn’t you call me? Why did you call him? Are you going to leave me? I’m so sorry, baby… I didn’t mean what I said… Don’t leave me…” 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him, lifting your intertwined hands to brush the tears from his cheeks. “You were mad… we were mad at each other when you walked out… I didn’t think you’d come rushing back to bring me the medicine. That’s why I called him…” You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched his eyes grow wider, almost like a puppy who was just told they were misbehaving. 

“I was a big dummy… I know how bad your cramps get, I was being an ass. I shouldn’t have compared you to anyone because you’re just… you’re amazing and beautiful and there’s no one else in the world like you.” He kissed along your knuckles before brushing his thumb against them, giving you a sad smile. “Will you ever forgive me pookie schmooks?” 

A sound of disgust came from Minho as he quickly got up from the couch, his face perfectly expressing how he felt. “You two are the cringiest people I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m leaving. Get well, Y/N. Goodbye weirdo.” He said to both you and Jisung, practically running to the door as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. His reaction was just the icebreaker the two of you needed to get over the awkwardness that was felt. 

“Did you… Get your snacks?” You asked nervously, keeping your eyes down, wondering if he’d act out again just from the snacks being brought up, but his head shook in response before it was laid against your lap. “Do you want me to go get them? I think the pill is starting to kick in…” 

“Mm… no.” He hummed, his smile growing wider as he looked up at you. “I just want to cuddle with you and make sure you feel good and stay feeling good.. We can order in tonight… I just want to stay with you.”

[akirathedramaqueen]

Stolas: A Gradual Descent to the Bottom of the Bottle

This post analyzes Stolas's situation with alcohol and discusses whether the show effectively represents this systemic issue, and what it implies about real life.

The take is certainly not unique, but I decided to post it anyway to spread awareness about how subtle, seemingly harmless, occasional drinking can seamlessly turn into a full-blown addiction over time.

TW: substance abuse, addiction, alcoholism

Is Stolas an alcoholic?

The answer seems obvious at first. You look at him—all posh, intelligent, and articulate—and you might think, "He doesn’t look like one." You won’t find him, Satan forbid, somewhere under a porch, or truly dependent on the bottle, like drinking during the day—or not absinthe, anyway.

Sure, he drinks sometimes, but it’s fine . . . right? Everyone drinks sometimes. Everyone deserves to feel a bit happier after something bad happens once.

Or twice.

Or thrice . . .

. . . Oh.

Not so obvious anymore, eh?

The real issue here is that the answer is kind of between 'yes' and 'no.' My TL;DR is that the show makes it pretty clear his drinking is becoming problematic, but it’s not quite there yet. And it will become alcoholism soon enough if nothing changes.

I think what we see happening to Stolas right now is an excellent, textbook example of how people end up there. So let’s get into his head, explore where he stands, and what it means for us and for him.

It starts easy

It doesn’t happen in one day. It's not like you get up early one especially glum morning and decide, "Hey, that's a good day to ruin my life!"

It's a vulnerability that makes you susceptible to drinking. Constant pressure. Anxiety. Depression. Trauma.

And you might find yourself wanting to do everything, anything, to get it out of your brain. Not think about it for one evening. Forget.

What a pathetic fucking man!

Her attacking you, whether physically, verbally, in public or private. You, having no one to turn to, having no way to mend it, having to keep up appearances for your kid.

We all have bad days. Bad situations. It’s not to say that one wild night is inevitably going to turn you into an alcoholic. But when you allow the bottle to be your crutch for life, when it becomes a habit to avoid uncomfortable, traumatic events, then . . .

Then it turns into a coping mechanism

You know, it’s . . . it’s simpler. It’s comfortable. Soothing.

You can’t kick her out of the house. You can’t make the man you love love you back. You can’t get a support network because she ostracized you from royal social circles and made a laughing stock out of you.

But you can forget. Forget that one excruciatingly humiliating night. Where not only was all your dirty laundry thrown out on the dance floor for everyone to see, but also, that said romantic interest made it clear it’s only about sex.

You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all! I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up

Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear all the time.

Forget well enough to fall asleep drunk on the floor among the only living beings who didn't run from you yet. Maybe only just because they are in pots and don't have legs.

And it spirals out of control

Things get gradually worse. Your only lifeline—your . . . uh, romantic interest and daughter—fall out of reach. He finds every reason to avoid you. She hasn't visited you since that LA incident.

Your only power move with a divorce request turns into a lengthy, exhausting proceeding and leads to an assassination attempt. Your—what are you even anymore?—romantic interest pretty much ignores your distress call, or so you think.

You go with a showdown. You can't stand the ambiguity anymore. You want to know whether there's something behind your transactional thing. It's either 'yes' or 'no,' and . . .

It doesn't end too well.

Lastly, you go to a party to try to unwind (or at least be polite, because it's rude to ignore invitations). But your ex's (???) ex acts cruelly, and you don't feel comfortable there. And the wound is still fresh, bleeding . . .

Fuck it, the absinthe won't cut it. Beelzejuice it is then.

And here we are, back to our starting question

Stolas wears a functional alcoholism guise. Or dangerously close to it. Because that's what I believe is going on.

He is still a functional member of society, but he is shown not being capable of processing his trauma without the bottle in hand. And, as things get worse for him, we see the bottle or the glass or any other alcohol container more often on the screen.

For now, he's hanging on, but it's just a matter of a flip switch—the moment when every second of his life will start to feel unbearable without alcohol, simply because there are no other ways to cope.

It's worth noting, though, that Stolas isn't the only character depicted struggling with the urge to drink away his problems.

The most obvious example is Verosika, who is a severe case of alcoholism. We won't delve deep into her character since I want to focus on gradual decline rather than the end result, but we rarely see her without a bottle. There are a couple of scenes where she doesn't hold one, but these moments are situational. She's also been to rehab at least once and only got out because of her reputation.

But there is another character I'd like to dissect, because this will answer the lingering question, "Is there a way out?"

Blitzø, and why he didn't fall victim to this

We saw Blitzø drinking too, at the Bee’s party. To a rather disturbing degree, actually.

But why does no one say he has an alcohol problem, even though he did use alcohol as a coping mechanism? 

Because Blitzø is an example of how the addiction might be prevented and what ultimately makes a difference, a turning point.

To start off, we first see him not in the bar. We see him at home with a pint of melting ice-cream. Dude sugar-bombed himself to sleep . . . after the already mentioned disastrous date with Stolas at Ozzie's, that is.

And then he gets a call from Loona, who asks to pick her up from the party. He has no plans to stay there whatsoever.

But what changed his mind? Pressure did. 

He was pressured by both Loona and an old acquaintance to stop by. (I stress that no one is wrong for this, by the way—he still had the agency to turn the invitation down.) He reluctantly agreed to one drink . . . which we know how ended.

It's much harder to keep it to just one drink when you're sad and alcohol makes you feel better. Nobody wants to be sad.

But with all that said, Blitzø is extremely resilient. In contrast to Stolas—who is strong in his own way but slipping despite all the privilege, magic, and immortality that Blitzø thinks make him invincible—Blitzø never let that one drinking occasion become a habit.

Because he has a support network. However closed off he is, he has his business to take care of, Loona, and M&M. He has things he likes to do and he has people he cares about.

Stolas has all the money in the world, but no friends or activities he could look forward to. He doesn't seem happy with his royal life at all, referring to himself as an owl in a gilded cage.

So the difference is, essentially, this: Blitzø has alternatives and doesn't see alcohol as an outlet. There is a wonderful post from @warblogs17282 which has similar points I make, but also, it shows another angle of Blitzø's relationship with alcohol—his, unfortunately, long history with addiction in family. So that contributes, too.

Is Stolas a lost cause?

Gods, no. But it’s definitely a problem by this point. 

Is he an active alcoholic? Maybe not yet. He isn't Verosika yet. But he is getting there, which I think is the point the show makes.

Alcohol might be a one-time patch on especially rough days, and you might wake up the next day strong and aware enough not to make a habit of it. But the problem is, Stolas already has a habit, and he doesn't have anything to replace it. 

To solve it, he needs just that—a replacement for the bottle. Someone who cares. My hope is that one particular red lizard will share his pint of ice cream and his love. And maybe then, grim days won't be as grim anymore, even when the absinthe stays in the store, or wherever these royals get their alcohol.

Closing note. Why it’s important to talk about this in real life context

Warning: Extreme TMI

I had an alcoholic in the family, and this topic triggers me because, for him, it also started as "no biggie."

He was still functional for years, coming to work regularly. But he was slipping. He drank more, skipped work, and eventually became unbearable for his family—my family, even if not immediate. His wife requested a divorce. He got isolated. He drank even more. Eventually, he got fired because it's not appropriate for a director to skip work and reek of ethanol. The smell was so strong that people couldn't be in the same room with him. He tried other jobs. He aced interviews thanks to 30 years of experience and a solid background. But he got fired again because he couldn't live up to his legacy anymore. At the end, he descended into what you would call full-blown alcoholism.

So, you followed his story, and my question is: Did it start here, when he couldn't help it anymore? Or did it start a couple of years before that, when alcohol became too comfortable as an outlet for struggles?

I've had rough months too—with the war in Ukraine and everything happening with my family—when I realized it became comfortable for me to drink my problems away. Because it works. Because it’s pleasant not to deal with anything, to force your brain to shut up and be happy for one evening.

And it's terrifying to realize I had (thankfully, I don't have anymore for a long time by now) those patterns of thinking: "Jeez, I just want to drink and forget this happened."

Because I saw where it leads. And the farther you go, the harder it becomes to say 'no.'

So please, pay attention to the ones you care about. Pay attention to yourself.

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“I want a Sunday kinda love”

A/N: it’s Wednesday my dudessss and what better way to celebrate another hump day than with some more soft smut and tooth achingly sweet fluff with pornstar!joel and his baby love 💕

~word count: 1.1k~

Summary: a lazy Sunday morning with Joel

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: none, smut, fluff, established relationship, real sex, intimacy, unprotected piv, cockwarming, sleepy vibes to the max, soft vibes to the max, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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Lazy Sunday mornings have arguably always been Joel’s favorite day of the week. (Any day of the week spent with you is his favorite)

You like to sleep in on the weekends and he’s always been a bit of the early riser type unless he was up late with you the night before then he’ll find himself burying his face against your neck, inhaling your scent and mumbling sleepily into your skin, words jumbled and slurred together. He’ll wind his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest so he can be as close to you as physically possible. He’ll sleep for another hour, give or take, before he finally stirs awake.

He never disturbs you, always lets you sleep as long as you’d like. He’ll press a kiss to your forehead, mumbling a soft whisper of an I love you, and you find yourself smiling in your dream state, snuggling further into your pillow.

Downstairs in the kitchen Joel is careful to not make too much noise as he putzes around the kitchen. He unloads the clean dishes in the dishwasher, humming a tune to himself in the soft morning light. Artemis hops up onto the counter, rubbing against Joel’s arm affectionately, meowing soft and sweet as he gives her a few gentle pets and scratches behind her ears, “mornin’ baby girl,” he coos, kissing the top of her furry head, “I’ll get your breakfast in a sec, ‘Kay?”

She purrs in response, hopping down from the counter and patiently waits for her breakfast.

With Artemis happily munching away on her breakfast, Joel finds himself leaned against the countertop, steaming mug of coffee held between his hands, eyes soft and lips curving in the corners because he thinks of you every morning, tangled in his sheets, dreaming sweet dreams. He smiles, taking a sip of the steaming liquid, letting the domestic comfort he’s feeling seep into his bones for a moment longer.

When you finally do emerge from your slumber, it’s nearing noon, and Joel has already gone for his morning run, showered and started a load of laundry when you sleepily saunter down the staircase. Artemis greets you at the bottom of the stairs, winding in and out between your calves, meowing softly at your arrival.

Hi baby. Your voice is soft, laced with sleep as you scoop her up into your arms, loving on her with your eyes half open as she purrs in content. You set her down on the floor a few moments later, stretching your arms above your head and pad into the living room.

Joel has never looked cozier than he does right now. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower, but in this soft light you can see the little grays in his curls shining through. There’s more grays appearing in his beard as well, and you find yourself kissing the heart shaped patch of skin tenderly, morning and night and all the time in between.

He’s wearing his coziest pair of sweats, no shirt, tan skin on full display, and cheaters perched on the bridge of his nose. A novel held comfortably between his big hands. His eyebrows lift in amusement at a sentence he just read, one stray curl falling over his face. He blows out a puff of air, moving the stray curl to the side so it no longer obstructs his view.

He looks so fucking pretty.

“‘Mornin’, baby love.” He rasps warmly, eyes meeting yours over the top of the page he was reading, lips curving upwards into a lazy, lopsided grin. “How’d my girl sleep?”

You mumble out a reply, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you approach him on the couch, “slept good, baby.” You hum softly and climb into his lap, snuggling right up to him with your arms draped around his neck, fingers playing with the damp curls at the base of his hairline, “you need a trim, Joel.”

“Mmm.” He man spreads his thighs so that you have more room and lets his freehand drop the book so he can grab onto you, and feel your skin beneath his palm. “Wanna give me a trim when you’re a little more awake?”

“Mhmm.” You reply, burying your face into his neck where you can smell his body wash and cologne mingling together. “Can I…sit on it for a little while, please? Just wanna feel closer to you. Maybe you can read to me too?”

He smiles at your question, the softness and honeyed tone of your voice, feeling his heart swell like a balloon because this closeness and intimacy that he gets to share with you is something that he will cherish for the rest of his life.

He nods, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, lips warm and gentle, “anytime you want, baby, all me s’yours. Remember?” He gently reminds you, and lets his hand drift between your bodies, pushing the hem of his sweats down over his hips so that you have easier access.

He’s freeballin’ it today, #laundrydayamiritelaidease ;)

His cock is half hard, lying comfortably against the soft swell of his stomach, velvety skin warm to the touch when your palm gently strokes him, “I know, baby. But I always like to ask.” You murmur, kissing his neck sweetly, affectionately.

He hums and a soft grunt rumbles up his chest, hips shifting and he reaches for your cotton sleep shorts, pulling them to the side to reveal your bare pussy to his hooded gaze. His fingers tease through your folds, gently stroking you, feeling how soft and wet you are for him. He spreads his pointer and middle finger apart, a translucent strand of arousal spread between them, stringy like a delicate fiber from a spider's web. “S’wet for me. S’soft, s’pretty, baby love. Love you so much.” He rasps.

You slowly sink down around him, feeling that delicious and familiar stretch of his girth, and your walls sucking him in like a vice. Your body naturally molds to him, accommodating to his size. His hand rests along your bare hip, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. “I love you, Joel. My baby.”

He settles back into his book, head tilting to rest against your own as he listens to your faint soft breaths and occasional whimpers when he pulses gently inside of you. You’ve fallen back into a sweet slumber in his arms and when he feels his own eyelids begin to grow heavy, and the words on the page he’s reading blur together, he presses another kiss to the side of your head murmuring, “my baby love mine, all mine, all mine.”

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[bruisedboys]

remus lupin x fem!reader. cw for mental health issues and general sickness, r is on medication but it isn’t specified what type!

a very self indulgent remus blurb in which remus takes care of a sick and sad reader! I deal with physical sickness a lot and I don’t know exactly how much it has to do with my mental health, but it definitely has something to do with it. I’d love a remus to help me get through it <3

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Remus hates that he doesn’t know what to do when you’re having a hard day like you are today. It never gets any easier, for you mostly, but for him, too. He’s been itching to be with you all day and he’s managed to get off work early, stopping on the way back for a mini grocery run and to pick up your new round of medication.

When he gets home the apartment is quiet. It always is but today the silence feels heavy. Like it’s oozing off the walls and into the floorboards. Remus pushes the door closed gently and toes off his shoes.

“Y/N?” He calls softly, venturing into the living room but finding it empty. “It’s me.” He puts his bags down on the tiny kitchen island. “Where are you, hun?”

“In the bedroom,” comes your voice. It’s quiet and a bit strained but yours all the same.

Remus follows it down the hallway. His bedroom is small but the two of you make it work and Remus wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d rather have you always in his space than never.

He pushes the bedroom door open and finds you on the bed, his laptop open in front of you. You look a little better than this morning. You’d woken up with a headache, and in the few hours before Remus had to leave for work the ache had spread down your neck and arms and settled at your wrists. He’d have taken the day off but you’d never let him. You don’t like a fuss being made over you. Remus literally wants to fuss over you all the time.

“Hey,” Remus says, smiling as big as he can when he’s so heartbroken for you. You look up from your laptop and give him what looks like a very effortful smile. Remus beams back though his chest hurts, “Hi, gorgeous. How are you feeling?”

You sit up properly, hit pause on the film you’re watching and shrug. “Better. Not as bad as this morning.” You push your hair behind your ears. “Was work okay today?”

Remus has had a hard time at work recently. It’s not a big deal, and now he’s wishing he hadn’t told you because you sound and look so worried about him. It’s alarming how concerned you can be for him when you’ve literally been bedridden all day.

He rolls his eyes fondly rather than break down into tears. “Don’t worry about me, lovely girl. But since you asked, it was awful ‘cos I missed you all day.” He says it dramatically to make you laugh. It works, even if your laugh sounds more like a weak chuckle.

Remus crawls into bed next to your knees and doesn’t wait a second to get his hands on you, one on your elbow and the other stroking your cheek. “What have you been up to while I was gone, hm?”

He doesn’t ask you to make you feel bad. He knows you feel useless sometimes, too tired or anxious or sick to do the tasks you wish you could. Remus thinks you’re the opposite of useless. He thinks you’re spectacular. He tells you all the time and he’ll keep telling you as long as he needs to.

“Um, not much,” you say, shrugging. “I did some laundry and went outside for a bit, though. And I was thinking we could go for a walk later, if you want to?”

Remus smiles, smoothing his hand down your cheek to settle at your neck. You’re warm. He loves you a lot, more when he can tell how hard you’re trying to be okay when nothing about this really is. “Yeah, of course. That would be nice. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

He doesn’t know if he imagines it but he’s pretty sure you lean into his touch. You’re very catlike in the way you melt at his affections — just one of the many things Remus loves about you.

“Yeah, I think so,” you say softly, looking at him with way too much love for his heart to stay intact. “Might be nice to get out of the house, you know?”

Remus hums and moves closer to you. The corner of his laptop digs into his thigh but he can’t bring himself to care. All his attention is on you. He pushes his hand up your arm and over your shoulder til he’s cupping your neck with both hands. You warm under his touch like butter in the sun.

“You’re not hurting too much for a hug, are you?” He asks, thumb at your jaw. “‘Cos I really want to give you one right now.”

You make a noise like a whine and then shuffle forward, struggling your arms around him in way of an answer. Remus hugs you back, arms pushed over your shoulders, lifting himself onto his knees for a better angle. It’s an awkward position but a brilliant hug. Your chin gets pushed over Remus’ shoulder and he pushes his face into the side of your head in a long, slow kiss to the space above your ear. You smell like you, like honey and tea and your bed and home. You don’t even try to hide your relief to have him close again, sighing as you melt into him like you’ve been waiting for this all day.

Remus’ heart soars. Unable to stop himself, he starts to pepper smiling kisses all over the side of your face in quick succession. You, previously tired and legarthic, unravel like a ball of yarn, giggling under his kisses, pushing at his chest, eyes crinkled at the corners, your smile the prettiest thing Remus has ever seen.

“Remus!” You gasp, giggling as he gets your cheek, the corner of your eyes, the bridge of your nose. “Remus— stop. Stop!”

Remus doubles down the affection, pulling away as your giggles die down and feeling more in love with you than ever. His hands at your shoulders and his knees pressing into your thigh, he watches you catch your breath. Your smile brightens your tired eyes.

“You’re awful,” you tell him, though by the way you say it, all sticky with love and the words etched into your smile, it sounds like you mean the opposite.

Remus grins. “Mm, I know,” he drawls, all faux displeased. “Like, what kind of horrible boyfriend buys his pretty girl donuts on the way home from work?”

You perk up at the mention of your favourite treat. It’s adorable and Remus regrets not telling you about his purchase earlier.

“Donuts?” You ask, hopeful. You might be feeling sick but you’ll never pass up on an opportunity for donuts.

“Yeah, doll,” Remus laughs, swooping in for a quick kiss on your cheek before climbing off the bed. “But first you gotta take your medication. Then you can have as many donuts as you want.”

[milksuu]

can I get some headcannons based on Heartsteal being becoming fathers? Like how they were during the time their s/o was pregnant. :3c

Maybe a bonus on whether the child was planned or not.

❥ prompt: v!heartsteel expecting father headcanons with reader ❥ content/warnings: suggestive themes, foul language, pregnancy and all things related, baby genders mentioned ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel! (aphelios, ezreal, kayn) x pregnant!reader an;; forgive me, i am too sleepy tired to write for all the boys atm. ;w; fml my hc's for sett would make me fold errr maybe later

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS

When you break the news, Aphelios forgets he primarily uses sign language to speak. To your surprise, and to his own, he uses broken words and barely audible sounds. Almost like a child learning to talk again. You have to help him by taking his hands, and guiding him to use them instead of straining his vocal cords.

'Are...are you sure?'

At first, it's difficult to process all the emotions. Happiness. Fear. Excitement. Anxiety. Love. Overwhelmed, he presses your hands against his face, hiding his unraveling expressions. Afer a beat, he chokes up. His hands squeezes yours, deepening your touch. And within moments, you're wrapped in his arms. And he presses as much of you into himself as he can. Holding you so close to his heart, you feel it pound against your cheek. As if to say; 'is it really okay for me to be this happy?'

To any outsider looking in, Aphelios seems disconnected and unenthusiastic about the whole situation. A plus-one wasn't planned, after all. When anyone asks about you and the baby, he replies with a simple 'Fine. Thanks.' And promptly diverts the subject back to work or anything else. But on the inside, the poor man is suffering. Constantly worrying about you and the babies well-being. In reality, he's too afraid to indulge in his own happiness and share it with others. Fearing the moment he does, it'll all shatter like glass in front of him. And he won't be strong enough to mend the pieces.

It's no surprise that his new chronic obsession consist of only making sure you and the growing baby are safe. He texts every hour, on the hour. Makes frequent video calls. And installs motion sensor cameras around the house, especially in places you could easily fall. And no, he doesn't mind watching you fold laundry or wash dishes for an hour while on a face call. So long as he can see you smiling and healthy, that's all he needs to assure him when he's not physically with you.

He's also pulling all nighters until his bottom eyelids are rimmed red. Reading hundreds upon hundreds of articles, forum posts, and online material on how to be a 'Good Father'—especially one who can't speak. Jotting down everything he can in his notebook, bleeding pen after pen dry from ink. There's plenty of times you have to wake up in the middle of the night and convince him back to bed. But only after reassuring him a thousands times how great of a father he'll be.

When the baby bump begins to show, Aphelios presses his ears against your stomach. Listening to the life you carry inside you. The amniotic sounds ease his intrusive thoughts, and lulls him to sleep; he always imagines he's taking a nap right beside the baby. Plus, he loves getting the small bit of attention from you as you run your fingers through his hair. A moment of selfishness he can't help but relish all for himself.

As for sex...well, he's not always on board with the idea. As much as he craves to be inside you everyday, especially when your body looks so heavenly full, he just doesn't want to risk anything. Especially in your later months. Last thing he wants to do is induce an early labor. But he's more than willing to devote his hands and mouth to satisfy every inch of you that he can. Worshipping you with adoring kisses and soft touches from head to toe. He's happy to please you, and doesn't expect anything in return in your state. (Of course, you do anyway.)

Familial genetics is one heck of a thing. Aphelio's eyes are blown wide at an image screen that shows two babies growing side-by-side. When it's conclusive you'd be having identical twin boys, he almost collapses in front of the ultrasound technician. So not one—but two—surprise gifts waited for him at the end of the third-trimester. And if they would be anything like him, their house would be a pranking death trap to all who entered. No one would be safe, except for mom.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ EZREAL

When you show Ezreal your pregnancy result, he looks at it with complete shock. He's locked in silence, which is never a good thing for someone as talkative as him. You almost have second thoughts about revealing the news until he bounces to you and gathers you in his arms. Eyes brimming with tears of absolute joy.

"No way—No way! Are you telling me I'm going to be a dad? Babe, for real. Is that what these two lines mean? Are you kidding me? This is the happiest freakin' day of my life!"

Ezreal has always been a fan of surprises, and this big news was no exception. Everywhere he went, no matter the conversation, he'd just casually state he was becoming a father. Didn't matter the person or group setting. Family. Friends. The neighbor; his neighbor next to him. The young teen delivering packages to his door. The grandmother and her toy-poodle waiting in line at the convenience store. If anyone was around him, he was boasting about you and the now expected bundle of joy.

Ezreal tries his bestest to help you around the house. He's never been great at chores, but he's a happy little helper eager to listen and please. You tell him exactly what you need from him, and he'll do it with a smile on his face. Anything that keeps your stress levels low, he wants to be the one you rely on to ease your burden.

Ezreal can't lie and say he understands everything about pregnancy and what you're going through. It all seems to go right over his head. The only thing he seems to get is your morning sickness, because he's literally feeling it too. Seeing you nauseous gets his own sympathetic response going. So while he's trying to comfort you, holding your hair as you hover over the toilet, he's also cradling the nearby trash bucket for himself. (How romantic!)

When your stomach grows, Ezreal can spend hours and hours talking to it. He never runs out of topics. Even mentioning the most mundane parts of his everyday life. These moments are when he feels he's bonding most with his child to be. He'll pretend to tell the baby secrets that you don't even know about, and whispers out loud with a wink, "but don't tell your mom about that one, 'kay?"

Ezreal is literally terrified to have sex with you. And not because he doesn't find your body attractive. But he actually believes he'll poke the baby's eye out, or pop you like a water balloon. And if that ever happened, the guilt would forever destroy him. It takes a visit to the obgyn and for a professional to explain that it's perfectly safe to have sex during your pregnancy. He's hesitant at first, but after the first go around, his confidence and sex drive picks right where it left off. (He regrets not going at it like rabbits sooner.)

When you're at your routine ultrasound appointment, Ezreal can't stop the tears parading down his face, even before he knows it's a boy. Hiccuping and siffling, one hand squeezes yours tight, while the other points at the imaging. "H...He...looks just...like me." It's endearing for him to think that. When the monitor only shows splotchy and fuzzy spots of the babies butt. The copied images to take home are his favorite photos taken. Ever.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ KAYN

When you break the news to Kayn, he doesn't hesitate to pull you in by the waist, pressing your hips together. Guiding a hand to the back of your neck, in a manner that was gentle and not comparable to how he fucked you senselessly. And with all the care in the world, he takes your lips.

"Damn. You're fertile as Hell. It only took us one time after you stopped your birth-control. Honestly, it's really fuckin' hot. How about we—you know—to celebrate?"

Counter to popular belief, Kayn brought up the idea to start a family first. When you asked him the reason, he first joked around a bit, telling you how hot and sexy it would be to 'impregnate you with his seed'. But, he put aside his usual impulsivities, and explained his desire to move on to the next part of his life. He was done with the partying and drugs. Over the one night stands and dating random no-nobodies. And just wanted to have a more meaningful, family oriented life—with you.

To show he's committed to the whole idea, he takes days off from his idol schedule to go to every prenatal check-up appointment. He plucks and stuffs every pamphlet into his pockets he can find around the waiting lobby. He asks tons of questions to the obgyn, and stuffs more educational brochures in his pockets. You have to scold him when he tries to snag a small uterus replica from the exam room. Kayn defends himself, wanting it for "educational" purposes. (Rhaast just wanted it as a neat souvenir.) He settles when a medical assistant gives him a sperm shaped pen.

Kayn is another one that isn't great with house chores. (But he'll gloat and say he's mastered cleaning the dishes, at the very least.) He's generally better at being sent for errands outside the home. If you need an extra ingredient to make dinner, he'll hop on his motorcycle and get it in record time. And if you're not feeling up for cooking, he'll order pick-up from your favorite place in town. You need to send a package at the post office? He'll wait hours in line on the busiest day of the week. Whatever he can do for you, he makes sure it gets done. So you never have to worry about something once you pass the responsibility to him. Showing you he's a more than capable partner and future father.

When your baby bump starts to show, Kayn's favorite thing to do is touch it. Applying the softest pressure as he runs his hands and finger across your rounding stomach. He's always enamored whenever he feels the baby move; another reminder of how amazing you are. And he never forgets to vocalize it. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" he'll say like you've cursed him. Cradling your face and taking your mouth.

You never have to tell this man more than once to touch or have sex with you. It's part of his daily routine a this point. And definitely one of his favorite ways to bond with you. But now that you're pregnant, it's as if the sex between you two has shifted into another plane of pleasurable existence. Never getting enough of it, even moments after finishing. But on the days you're not up for it, he respects it. And doesn't mind defaulting to cuddling, before dozing off to sleep with you in his arms. (But he eagerly counts down the time for when you're in the mood again.)

Kayn tries not to show to much of his softer-side; he rather be the one to have his shoulder wet than yours. But at your ultrasound appointment, once it's confirmed you're having a girl, his whole punk 'fuck only the hot police' persona collapses. You notice him clear his throat, and quickly swipe a knuckle at the corner of his eyes. He masks this dent of composure by huffing a laugh, "Guess I'm, uh...going to be kicking the crap out of a lot of asses later."