#anyway i am so stressed and relieved at the same time

[guinevereslancelot]

i sent a job application to a business i really wanted to work at two months ago and never heard back. today i met the owner and he told me to apply and couldn't believe i already had and got no response. turns out no one is checking the email that the website says to send applications to lmao

[hajihiko]

The casualties have officially dropped to 0.

[wintersera]

ever so loving leader

succubus! fem reader x aespa karina

summary: succubus!reader needing to relieve her hunger/lust by having some silly fun times 😊 (SEX) with her beloved leader.

notes: it didn’t mean to come out this late 😭 but i was pretty busy because of my vacation. anyways here it is.

cw: SMUT, mentions of aphrodisiac, oral (giving/receiving), strap karina? (uses of the word cock as strap), face riding, thigh riding, scissoring, pussy slaps 🤭, use of toys, mostly sub reader, mostly dom karina.

word count: 3.3k

before you had debuted in aespa, being a trainee under sm entertainment made feeding easy. with many impressionable, desperate, stressed, and touch-deprived trainees around the same age, as you were, access to feeding came easy. but in your current situation you couldn’t do that unless you were looking for a huge scandal to hit you.

it's due time for succubus feeding in the dorms. as close as you are with the members of your group, none of them know your true succubus identity, and thats for a good reason. unfortunately, it's daytime and you're feeling extra hungry today. you know you can’t go outside to feed you know… feeding requires you to have sex with someone, anyone, and you know that dispatch would surely be targeting your ass as soon as you step outside of the apartment you and your members live in. you wander around the dorm feeling groggy and extremely horny, but continue your pace around the dorms thinking about what the actual hell you should do about the situation. silence washes over the dorm as you think of anything to help you relieve your hunger. who would be willing to help you currently

hmm, it’s not like the manager would be willing to fuck me… and looking for someone in broad daylight would be downright stupid. what the fuck am i thinking about…

you pause for a minute, hearing the door lock behind you sensing a pair of eyes at the back of your head. you turn around and you’re met with a taller figure standing a few centimetres behind you.

“unnie? you came back quite early” oh… this is NOT GOOD FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? FUCK???

karina, who had just come back from the gym, was standing at the door frame with her tight fitting gym clothes on. hair tied up loosely exposing her neck in the hottest way possible. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about all the things she could do to you right now. thoughts like this would often occur, your mind having the tendency to drift into delusions about her dragging you to the nearest empty practice room to simply fuck the ever living shit out of you during rehearsal with the others. it made you feel sort of guilty, but surely she felt the same as you? i mean, you’d often catch her taking quick glances at you whenever you’d practice the choreography for your songs, but maybe that's just the leader in her. you always knew she had sharp eyes so maybe it was just your perverse brain that made you think that’s staring at you with lust in her eyes, but maybe that’s not the case. it’s not like you can help thinking about it anyway, you're a succubus.

as you’re reminded of your hunger growing, the need you have for the taller girl grows too strong for you to control. you have an idea, not so much a good one but oh well, you’d rather do this than suffer effects from not feeding, even if it means that your relationship with your leader would be a tad bit awkward maybe even broken with the way your thinking… whatever you’re hungry. gears turning, almost audibly, in your head. how would you convince your ever so loving leader to help you? disregarding your rationality you shoot a quick glance at your leader pulling her hand sliding it under your shirt. your unexpected action confusing the absolute hell out of her.

“rina…” a desperate sigh falling from your lips. “i know- maybe this is too much to ask of you, but can you please help me?”

a deep red decorates her cheeks, words fumbling out of her mouth. poor karina is left so confused. “what exactly do you mean by help, y/nie?” ignoring your obvious intentions ,she asks, concern laced in her tone. “what do you need? are you feeling alright? you’ve been pacing around the room for- quite a while now”you find her genuine concern for you endearing and somewhat… arousing- lost in thought. the word ‘help’ clanging through her head. trying her best as your leader, she doesn’t know what to do. sticking with her coherency would be best but you’re in desperate need of help right? it’s not like she can deny her youngest member.

“oh just… well… karina please just have sex with me? please?” the shock on her face as you say that? humorous, of course, cute as well. you’d be surprised at how red a person can get. already blushing profusely, her entire face flushes brighter than before it’s honestly so arousing seeing your leader all worked up.

looking attentively at your meek figure. her breath hitches, followed by a quiet gulp. the thought of ‘helping’ you intrigues her and to your surprise she obliges without hesitation. guiding you to the single room she occupies, secretly thanking god she doesn’t room with the other girls. the air is thick. rather than awkward, the room is filled with tension. you and her standing there in a room without any word or noise, for a split second you swear you could see maths equations scattered around her head. she takes a deep breath, relaxes herself and cups your cheek in one swift move.

“y/nie? Are you sure this is what you want?” how could she be so sweet? after the vulgarity, and especially abruptness, of your words and thoughts. all you could do is just stare her in the eyes and nod your head slowly. this is exactly what you want. before you is your leader, someone you adore, look up to and love so much. someone you’ve spent countless hours and days with, training and practicing together from dusk till dawn and now you’re here, so close to each other, inches away from kissing. the warmth of her breath hitting your lips. nothing apart from sex banging in your mind you take your hand and place it on the hand shes using to cup your face. letting yourself fall onto her bed, dragging her with you. hovering over you her expression plastered in what seems like arousal. well you’re not sure since its dark but the way she stares at you gives you the ‘okay’ so you, once again, drag her, but this time by the neck, forcefully smashing your lips together. messy wet sounds coming from both of your mouths as your kisses become heated. grasping at her neck whilst she’s breathing heavily as she kisses you as if she’s intoxicated off of your presence alone. as if it wasn’t enough she blesses you with her touch, feeling up and down your sides drawing shapes into your burning skin. it felt like your whole body was laced in aphrodisiac, feeling this good from just a simple kiss was simply crazy to you but it was so so long since you last did this with someone you admired, possibly even loved. why does this feel so good? although flushed at her own explicit actions she proceeds her attack on your body, her hands leaving the warmth of your cheek, undoing your bra with one hand and lifting up your shirt exposing you chest to the cold air, eyes gleaming at the sight of your bare breasts in front of her only a few centimetres away from her hands.

“am i allowed to go further?” innocently asking as if she wasn’t the one to lift up your shirt. wanting to do nothing but pleasure you in this moment she licks her lips waiting for your approval. gazing at her figure you nod your head, too excited to even speak up for yourself. she proceeds carefully, resting one palm caressing and fondling your skin sending electricity coursing through your system while the other hand pinches and twists at your nipple. parting her lips once more she lets you into her, desperate moans escaping her pretty lips again. the noises she makes filling your body with pure bliss, who would know that a simple passionate kiss from her could fill up your insatiable hunger for sex.

holding you under the shoulders making you straddle on top of her thighs parting your legs, core meeting the skin of her thigh. you bite down on your lip, lowering yourself slowly until theres enough pressure against your clit. steadying yourself by holding one of her shoulders and the other hand stabilising yourself on her bedsheet. she continues to kiss your lips, feeling her passion through each move, parting her mouth, biting the bottom of your lip and feeling her tongue search around the insides of your mouth. breath catching in your throat, you move back and forth rocking your hips rhythmically into her.

“does.. does this feel good?” suddenly breaking the kiss, your eyes already adjusted to the darkness you gaze at her dazed face, eyes half lidded as she’s panting heavily ,arousal apparent in her appearance. you take note of her disheveled hair, strands falling out of the once loose ponytail she had just a few minutes ago.

“it- it feels so good” closing your eyes as you let the pleasure course through your body. pushing yourself further into her as you grind on her harder than you were before. “feels t-too good” whimpering and stuttering out the words. observing the way you sway on her as you pleasure yourself she lends a helpful hand moving one hand from your breast and onto your hips allowing her to direct your grinding on her leg.

“move like this” she instructs, guiding your hips in a circular motion. you whine at the sensation, feeling the friction on your clothed clit even better than when she wasn’t holding you close. calling your name out breathlessly “y/n-” enjoying the way you writhe under her touch “you’re so cute you know that right?” unable to speak, you nod your head again. why does it feel so fucking good? writhing and shaking under her from the simplest of things, words, touches, motions. she’s so unbelievably attractive words cannot describe how badly you want her to take full control of you in this moment.

“you know what would feel even better” her voice ever so slightly trembling, looking at her with curiosity “let me do this for you” with haste she moves your panties aside letting your wetness spread across her milky white thighs. overwhelmed by the rawness of your clit pressing against your leaders thigh, a tightness in your stomach forms. throwing your head back, mouth slacked open as you grip onto her shirt biting down on your bottom lip, ensuring that you wont scream her name out loud. your pace begins to hasten, hips thrusting harder and harder into her, her fingers digging into your plush skin helping you ride.

“karina- gonna cum” you feel your inevitable high getting closer. upon hearing this karina grabs your hips harder pressing you closer into her. the sounds of your wet cunt and your guttural moans echoing through the dorm reverberating back into your head. feeling your climax rush through your body, you launch yourself into the crook of karina's neck biting down hard on her shoulder, muffled cries ripping out from your throat as your legs twitch from the intensity of your orgasm. moving your hips in lazy circles, karina kisses the top of your head riding out your high. “fuck that felt so good unnie” you comment as she adjusts you and herself so that you’re now sitting in front of eachother.

oddly enough she stares at you, not saying a word. snapping out of your high you panic “wait fuck, are you okay? was i being too needy oh my god i’m so sorry” you say frantically realising that you’re hunger caused you to act out in a horny daze, even though you still are. the latter finding it difficult to formulate a sentence until she coughs and speaks up.

“no it’s not that, don’t worry about that it’s just….” a hand scratching the back of her neck, words trailing off as if there’s something on her mind “your eyes are kinda glowing pink? i don’t know… and you have a tail?”

“OH, that?” you forgot to explain to her. congrats you idiot.

“what do you mean that?”

“i should’ve told you a while ago but i’m a succubus” tilting her head in confusion the idol lost in thought. “it’s like a um.. sex demon kinda thing. it’s hard to explain but i swear it’s nothing horrible. like i won’t curse you or anything please don’t worry. i just need to do this every so often and i’ll be fine” you explain the intricacies of what exactly a succubus is to her, seeing how she reacts to how explicit some things can get, piques her interests. she subtly grins, a few thoughts running across her mind.

already having sex with you she’s gained some confidence in her actions, although still somewhat shy about it “can i ask you for a favour in that case?” still as polite as ever. “ride my face.. please?” breathlessly whispering out her fantasy.

karina shuffles herself onto her back giving you a sweet smile as she beckons you towards her face, tapping the tip of her lips signalling for you to place your pussy in her mouth. sitting up from where you were you shuffle over to her, steadying yourself with you arms you hover over her. feeling the same pair of eyes scan over your practically dripping pussy. your leader wrapping her arms around your thighs pulling you eagerly onto her tongue, licking long strips from your folds to your clit.

“oh god fuck- feels good“ the sudden pleasure making you topple over. you place a hand on her head, entangling her hair, while the other hand steadies your body on the headboard in front of you. grinding on her face like you grinded on her thighs previously, speedily trying to reach you climax again. unknown to you she uses her free hand, snaking its way across your hips to your hole, wetness assisting her entry into your cunt whilst she hurriedly sucks on your hard nub. pumping two fingers in and out of your pussy, she groans at how wet you are.

“mmmfgh, so wet for me, so good” muffled praises creating low vibrations on your clit sending you into ecstasy. her praise making you feel warm but undeniably crazy. already feeling your high coming again you grab her hair forcing her to stay where she is, shouting and screaming for her not to stop and to stay in the exact position her head is located. you continue to fiercely fuck her face, karinas tongue messily licking as she pounds your pussy with fervor. close, oh you’re so so close to cumming every inch of you body being engulfed with immense pleasure. with teary eyes, a few tears falling down. you cum hard, screaming and gripping on the headboard like your life depends on it. exhausted, you drop next to her on the bed, chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath.

still, your appetite is still there. mind only now focusing on having the same exact orgasm multiple times you turn your head to whisper in her ear “karina…please ruin me” commanding her to destroy you. swallowing her breath she gets up and walks to her dresser where she takes out her strap. wait when did she have a strap? and why does she have one??? not that you really care anyways but when did this happen? taking off her clothes leaving her completely naked she adjusts the straps around her legs you almost drooling at the way it looks on her. her black strap complementing her black hair exuding an lustrous aura around her although juxtaposed by her current bashful nature.

she looks too good to just let her stand there, so you sit up from the bed and kneel before her grasping the shaft of her cock. “let me return the favour” opening your mouth wide, letting her cock enter your mouth. of course, she doesn’t really feel it but the image of you on your knees sucking her off turns her on badly. at most you could call it phantom pleasure. gripping your head she pushes you closer to her hips making you gag around the plastic.

satisfied with your job, you return back to the bed waiting patiently for her to fill your cunt up a, happy grin plastered on your fucked out face. crawling over to you ,she comfortably makes her way in between your legs hooking both of them around her waist, teasing the tip of her cock at your entrance you wince at the coldness of it. first off she starts out slow, dragged out thrusts and sloppy kisses leaving countless hickeys on your neck. finally picking up her speed she pounds into you hard, wet sounds escaping from both her mouth and the friction between the two of you. “you’re taking me so so good y/n, fuck-“ gripping your waist again she takes one hand off, slapping your pussy, mewls and tiny squeels coming out each time she slaps you. on the verge of cumming once more she decides to take it up a notch, fetching a rogue vibrator and pressing it against your clit. it’s like at this moment she’s done a complete 180°

“FUCK? ah- karina it fee-“ cutting your words off your mind goes blank, again, orgasm ripping through you like crazy but she doesn’t stop there. still pounding into your abused cunt she fucks non stop. your nails digging into her back screaming and crying for her to calm down for just a second but she still continues. unable to process another mind fucking orgasm your jaw is left wide open, eyes rolled back, back arching, nails dragging down her back leaving red streaks. incoherent sentences rolling off your tongue, only things decipherable being curses and praise.

fucked out of your mind you stare at her shadowy form. returning from wherever the hell that orgasm sent you, you reach out for her. feeling guilty for all the hard work she’s done from fucking you good, you might as well help her get off. watching as she takes off her strap you flip her over as soon as it slides off her. with your new found energy, you take her leg and throw it over your shoulder immediately connecting both of your cunts together.

returning back to her bashful nature she covers her face with one of her arms whilst her other hand reaches for the sheets. knuckles turning white from gripping on tightly , her pretty tits bouncing from each thrust. pulling her thigh closer to your body you grind slowly on her, clits hitting each other perfectly sending waves of pleasure.“p-please go faster, y/n…” crying out at the slow pace you were going at. desperate for more she raises her hips higher in an attempt to earn more friction. wanting to give her a reward for helping you as you indulge in her request, grinding on faster. the burning stimulation driving you both crazy, you knew she was going to cum her thighs already trembling from her long awaited orgasm. the climax taking over her whole entire body, legs spasming as tears drop from her eye. spilling various amounts of thank you’s accompanied by her pitched moans still unconsciously bucking her hips into yours sending you into your final orgasm.

licking your lips full from the energy you gained (or drained 🤭) from her, you collapse on top of her giggling. “jesus christ i didn’t know you had it in you unnie, maybe next time i’m hungry you can help me out again?” you say as you lie down next to her, panting heavily.

“anything for you, y/n. just make sure the other members know about your identity so they can be prepared” ah… what is she implying?

[gabessquishytum]

So there’s this manhwa called Match Made in Bed (no happy ending for the main couple I’m afraid but the premise is very dreamling-coded) where basically this woman is recently dumped because of how stiff she is during sex so her friends decide to hire some hosts to cheer her up. Among the hosts is this one guy who’s actually a swim instructor doing a favor for his friend but he’s actually really reserved and haughty (sound familiar?) and kind of looks down on the whole practice of escorting. Eventually the woman gets hammered and he ends up taking her to a hotel room where she entices him into sleeping with her to prove she can be a good lay and surprise surprise, their sexual compatibility is off the charts and they have sex nine times. But afterwards they don’t know how to move forward because she can’t imagine dating a host (even tho he’s not) and he can’t stand rich women who go around flaunting their money and hiring escorts (she was lying about her job as a stewardess too). But at the same time, they can’t keep their hands off each other. And so, shenanigans and misunderstandings ensue. I can totally imagine Hob and Dream in this scenario where they keep saying tonight will be the last night but then in a turn of events they keep running into each other like it’s fate, like Hob unknowingly signing up for Dream’s swim class, and who can resist a good fuck? Hob has literally never met someone who can make him cum so many times before and Dream has never had so many wet dreams. And it’s good for both of them. They’re both getting better sleep and relieving so much stress. I imagine eventually one of them will get their act together and come clean about their true job so they can finally be happy and fuck without anything holding them back.

I am now extremely obsessed with the concept of host!Dream. Or how about, Desire is actually the host, but for some reason they've persuaded Dream to fill in for them! Probably so they can have a vacation, lol. Anyway: host!Dream.

Hob is super intimidated by the gorgeous hosts that Jo organised for him, and he ends up drinking waaayy too much. He's pretty sure that the gorgeous guy with the blue eyes is actually disgusted by him (Dream is just struggling to keep smiling for hours and hours 😭) and it makes Hob feel so discouraged. When the pretty guy escorts him to the hotel room, Hob doesn't even mean to seduce him - he literally stumbled and fell into Dream’s arms. The kiss that followed just felt natural. And after that... Well. Hob usually hates drunk sex but with Dream, he feels... incredible. He doesn't even feel intoxicated. He just feels like he's floating, encased in a shroud of total pleasure.

Dream doesn't even know why he slept with the sad drunk guy, but. Even he has to admit that it was amazing. Hob might be awkward and dumb, but his body is everything Dream has ever wanted. He can hardly believe that it wasn't all just an amazing fantasy, but sure enough he wakes up with Hob the next day. And Dream IMMEDIATELY leaves. He doesn't like rich finance guys (Hob lied about his job, he's actually a teacher) and it's not like this host gig is even HIS job.

Hob wakes up alone, feeling physically amazing but emotionally devastated. Even though he's probably too jealous to handle dating a host, he can't help wishing that Dream stayed. At least for a morning blow job...

Of course the universe brings them right back together. Hob promised that he would finally learn to swim this year; Dream turns out to be his instructor. They fuck down in the shallow end of the pool after Hob learns to float (who needs to swim when you can cling onto a sexy man while he fucks you?), Dream shows up to pick his nephew up from school and runs in to Hob as he comes out from teaching a class. They don't have time to do anything but make out messily in a supply cupboard, but it's still incredible...

They still refuse to talk about their obvious perfect physical compatability. Hob still believes that Dream isn't really into him. Dream still can't pluck up the courage to actually speak to him. Every other week they end up in some kind of compromising position - Dream has memorised all the little scars on Hob’s body, and he's kissed every single one of them. Hob can't get off by himself anymore, not without Dream inside him.

The only consolation: Desire is back from vacation, soon. If anyone can get the idiots together, they can. But Desire isn't always inclined to be helpful... and they might just make everything worse!

[vilsoo]

prize counter girl ☆ ten

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

chapter warnings. sex work mentions, so much flirting

notes. we’re backkkk 😋😏😫😍‼️ i hope y’all enjoy this adorable, lovely chapter that i KNOW yall have been dying for. here’s some yummy food @ihrtlert

pcg materlist • previous • chapter eleven

As much as you wanted to keep making out with Michael in the dimly lit hallways of the pizzaplex and escalate things further, he had a few things to do before locking up the place. First things first, cleaning up the supply closet and then finish organizing the boxes of new prizes and supplies for the arcade. It was his fault for getting himself distracted like this, staying much longer than he was supposed to that you decided to offer some help.

But that didn't mean the end of your night together.

"So. What made you wanna stay during closing tonight, hm?" he teased as he was closing the closet door. "And where were you hiding this whole time, anyway?"

You were leaning against the checker-patterned wall as you fixate on him, smirking in a subtle snarky manner. "Upstairs where the bar and lounge are at. I wanted to check out for myself what was upstairs and then... that's when I found you.

"Oh? Roaming around where you're not supposed to, I see..." Michael mirrored your smirk, dipping his head lower and inhaling your sweet scent that drives him insane. Just like before, the gap between you two is now inevitably thin, feeling his body heat transmitting onto your chest as you arched your back against the wall.

"Aw, am I in trouble?" you bantered, settling your gaze on him with the right kind of heat and ardor pooling in your flaunting eyes. It was the same look you gave him in the break room today. The same look when you cleaned his cum off his cock. Your fucking "fuck me" eyes. The look you give him as if you're undressing him without even touching him that drives every fiber of his being to just... ravage you.

"We'll both be in trouble if you keep fucking looking at me like that," he murmured in your ear with his tone falling sharper and stricter, a shiver coursing down your spine. He was frustrated. A little enraged, even. And that turned you the fuck on that even Michael could tell.

In such close proximity and prolonged silence, you gaze intensely into each other's eyes one last time, surrendering to this imbalance of power and unfair seduction, that he immediately had to pull away before he got carried away again. In just a fleeting moment, the both of you snapped back into reality.

"I— I, uh, have to lock up," he sputters. "You can go through the regular exit to the back parking lot since there's no cameras. I'll go through the main exit where I parked."

You sighed deeply as if your heart sank, pushing yourself off the wall with your gaze attached on the floor. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Michael...."

"You too," he beams, slightly agitated, but involuntarily raising his arms out as a gesture for a hug. He wanted to feel the warmth of your body melting onto him one last time, an inhale of your scent to linger in his nose, to at least hold you as if he wanted to protect you. His heart then palpitated when you wrap your arms around his neck and laid the side of your head on his chest, your lips stretching to a smile at how fast his heart was beating.

Michael never wanted to let go.

This embrace felt like the longest he's ever hugged a woman. But after glancing at the clock on the wall and noticing it was almost 12AM, you had to separate. He was here closing the pizzaplex for an hour, way past the time he was supposed to leave. But for some reason tonight, he wasn't feeling all sleepy or tired from work. As if he felt that same rush of energy he got from kissing you last night...

When you already left to the parking lot with your stuff, Michael was lingering in his thoughts. An ongoing battle in his mind, his leg bouncing up and down from this sudden burst of energy as he sat alone in his car. Thinking of you. Thinking of the confession. Every thought of his was consumed by you, and only you, like a triggered springlock clawing into the depths of flesh and bones, unable to escape.

Tomorrow is another day with her. Just ask her out in the morning.

A nice, innocent date where she can dress up and look pretty while I treat her and spoil her.

But tomorrow is too long from now, man.

I'd rather lose hours of sleep than lose a simple last minute date night with her I've been wanting for so long.

He was the only car parked in this lot while yours was on the south side of the building where all the employees are supposed to park. Throwing away his inhibitions like he always does, he speeds around to the corner of your designated parking spot, hoping that you didn't leave yet. To Michael's luck, you were still there turning your engine on.

Your heart fluttered when you suddenly see his car in your peripheral vision pull up beside you on your left, facing the opposite direction so he could be closer to you in the driver's seat. His window was already down with his elbow resting on its ledge, an exhilarated smile on his face as if he just couldn't wait to see you again.

You couldn't help but laugh as you rolled down your window, shaking your head. "I knew you were gonna come around."

"Well, you said it yourself. I enjoy your company as much as you enjoy mine," he teases, his heart still thundering in his chest in agitation even after he motivated himself just awhile ago.

"Shouldn't you be catching up with your hours on sleep? I know I made you stay a little late..."

"You don't have to worry about me. I've actually been sleeping pretty good recently," he smiles, dismissing the fact that you really were at fault for his lack of sleep the past couple of months— but he allowed it.

"That's good to hear," you bantered. "Did you drive all the way here to be my passenger prince again?"

Michael chortled, finding his laughter and the way his eyes crinkle adorable to you. He then inhaled sharply with his teeth clenched, mentally preparing himself and ruminated on his thoughts before speaking.

"Ah, well... After what just happened back there, I— I didn't want our sudden late night together to end just like that..."

"Oh? Is my manager... asking me out on a Sunday night?"

“Not your manager," he corrected. "Your biggest fan."

When you drift your gaze onto Michael, a warm, bonny sensation dissolves onto his skin from the way your eyes glimmered at him. A surging tide of ardor and infatuation blossoming in your stomach— this man would never fail to surprise you, to be the cause of your body surrendering to the charming side of his personality. He could tell you were robbed of speech and so was he— but then again, time was limited.

"And yeah— I know it's really last minute," he continues with a slight stammer, "believe me, if I had the time to take you out, I would've planned ahead. You know, so you can have enough time to dress up and get ready and not have to show up in your daily attire or even your work uniform—"

"Michael, it's fine. I would love to go out with you," you reassured to him sweetly. The way he rambled, the way you can tell he's still nervous and stumbling over his words urged you to just shut him up with another kiss. Good thing he wasn't your passenger prince for tonight or you might've recreated what happened last night... perhaps escalate things more than just a heated, intense make-out session.

Michael blinked rapidly like he just had a double-take. "Oh. Then, uh... you'll just have to follow me and we'll meet there."

"Do you know where we're going?" you asked, grabbing the clutch of your stick shift from park position to drive.

"It's only, like, fifteen minutes from here. Definitely a nice, relaxing getaway place from work. I think you'd love it."

You never thought that you'd experience these kind of late nights with Michael; stargazing together, admiring the stunning cityscape, and indulging in the nightly, tranquil ambiance of this perfect night. There was a place in downtown that he knew, a secluded hilltop that shows the breathtaking view of the twinkling city and midnight sky. As you sat on the hood of his car and relaxed under the stars, it was also a perfect time to ruminate on life and have more than just "small talk" outside of work.

"...To be honest, sex work has always been physically and mentally exhausting," you confided to him. "I don't even know why girls who just turned 18 all of a sudden wanna be in the porn industry. There's so many fucked up people online that can exploit these young and impressionable girls— believe me, I've seen everything in less than 5 months I started. There's a dark side to this industry that's never talked about or even forewarned before you do sex work."

Michael had his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder in comfort. "I always thought that shit was weird... It's always social media that pressures those young girls to do sex work for 'empowerment' when in reality... it'll just destroy them, right?"

"Yeah. That's why I never take sex work too seriously and didn't want this to be my career. I mean, yeah there will be times when I do it for fun and earn good money from my viewers, but... that's only the glamorized part of it all. In the end, sex workers shouldn't be demonized, but the industry shouldn't be glorified, either. I will always support women who do this because of their financial situation, as long as they're cautious and understand their reality."

"You're absolutely right," he says. "I'll always be supporting you too, you know. It's just— I still can't get my head wrapped around the fact that we actually work together. My first time seeing you, I literally didn't know how to function. I was just like... holy shit."

The two of you chuckled as your mind replayed the way Michael seized up after seeing you for the first time that day. "I've never seen a man fold like that ever," you teased. "You were so awkward in real life compared to when we chatted online. That's why I had my doubts, but— it was kinda hot seeing you all shy and nervous around me."

I won't be the one shy and nervous next time...

Michael scoffs, grinning down at the ground. "I mean, could you blame me? I didn't expect the camgirl I masturbate to working here with me."

"Oh my god, shutup," you bantered, lightly tapping him with your knuckles.

Michael couldn't believe that after so much time had passed until a few days ago when he fist met you, you were starting to be comfortable with each other. Aside from just flirting and intense sexual tension, there was something else existing between you two that just felt... surreal.

This beautiful balance of having flirty banter, sarcasm, and humor that would go to being sweet and genuine with each other, and then being able to empathize together, opening up to each other about serious things in life... This kind of connection for him was not only what he's been craving, but what he cherishes, something so special that he would never want to lose.

"...What's your schedule looking like the next couple weeks?" Michael asks, slanting his head closer to yours just to take in your scent again.

"Hm. I think I might be off next Friday..."

“Oh really? I'm also off that Friday too," he replied sardonically, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"What about your dad?" you piqued. "Do you think he's gonna get suspicious of us at work?"

Michael's hummed, slightly perturbed as he thought about the times where his dad pestered him just from seeing you two together. "It's kinda hard to tell, you know? Him suspecting his employees having something going on is the least of his priorities. Like, he won't be watching us all the time, especially on the cameras. But if we make things way too obvious... he's not that dumb. We'll definitely get in trouble."

"I get it. I think it's best to keep our distance just in case," you suggested, settling your gaze onto his face as you leaned on his shoulder. There goes that look again, beguiling him wholeheartedly. Your riveting, doe eyes with the moonshine reflecting off the lens has never looked so beautiful. But whether this was intentional or not, he can sense that you love making him feel this way.

She is the only one that does this to me.

She drives me crazy. She makes me act out of control until I'm not longer myself.

And she takes sick fucking pleasure while doing it.

She knows what she does to me.

"You and I both know that's fucking impossible," he coaxed, turning himself to stand in front of you while caressing your waist. "I can't stand not being around you. Talking to you on break or even after work isn't enough for me."

You find yourself leaning against the hood of Michael's Audi as he inches closer. Your breath nearly faltered from the way his fingertips glides against your skin, drizzling you with goosebumps. A sweet sensation interwoven, burning every molecule of desire in your bodies. He's been aching to caress you, to hold you safe in his arms, to touch you in places that sends you right over the edge... Nothing could help the fact that the both of you were touch-starved deep down.

"The supply closet and a few other places downstairs," he mutters into your ear, "there's no cameras. I know you love showing off in front of cameras, but... a private show wouldn't hurt, hm? That is— of course, whenever you're down for it. Not like I'm gonna randomly snatch you and then we have a quickie. That's insane."

You bursted out laughing from his sudden tone shift, him being all flirty and then back to his sarcastic self. "You're funny, Michael."

"Well, in all seriousness... That Friday I'll also be requesting time off. We'll have the whole day to ourselves— and I'll definitely have a perfect first date planned for us."

Your arms slither around his neck, lips just mere inches away from his as both of your hearts pound in excitement. "I can't wait," you murmured fondly.

Michael presses his lips against yours, melting onto each other passionately right under the pale moonlight. This beautiful feeling, this beautiful sense, this basking of pleasure knowing that he's all yours— not only admitting his dirty little secrets and the lustful pining had brought you two closer than ever, but also the intimate, ardent feelings you both had for each other was mutual.

Now that he can be himself without acting so painfully awkward around you, so much burden had finally lifted off his shoulders. No more secrets, nothing else to hide from each other anymore. But there were still a few more problems the both of you had to inevitably face at work— one of them being William Afton if he ever suspected that his employees are officially dating each other.

Fuck the fraternization policy.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost/share any of my works on any social media where minors have access.

[heavenlybey]

You tried, you really really tried. After dealing with all the arguments, fights and the lies in your relationship with Armin you were officially done and ready to break up with him. Well tried to break up with him.

You already assumed that breaking up with Armin wasn’t going to be smooth since the last time you tried he just flat out said no. But this time with the stress of uni and all the fights with him you really just couldn’t handle it anymore so you were determined to break up with him because you guys needed a break, but Armin didn’t agree with that. He said he would do better, offering help with your assignments so that you could have some more time relaxing. Just excuse after excuse. Constantly providing excuses to avoid ending your toxic relationship.

The boy with captivating blue eyes, who you once thought was so so cute and innocent during your first encounter. His rosy pink cheeks, wide grin, and attempts at casual conversation, concealing the racing beat of his heart from your pretty face. Now, the same boy you fell deeply in love with gazes at you with profound desperation, striving to prevent you from walking away from him and your relationship.

“please mama.. i p-promise i will be better. i will do anything.. please.. just don’t.. don’t leave me.” he asked you with tears in his eyes as he started to softly kiss your neck. His hands softly caressing your body.

You were a weak, weak woman.

Which is why you are in this position now. Face down, ass up. All on display for Armins lustful eyes. His mouth salivating at the sight of you laying there so pretty for him, so ready. Ready to take everything that he is planning to give you.

“s-shit.. feels so good min.” You slurred with intense need. Armins face is pressed in your ass. Licking and eating you from behind. He changes between his long tongue deep in you as he cirkels your clit and his pretty mouth licking and sucking on your clit as his long, thick fingers fill you up.

“Yes just like that.. fuck” You encouraged him. You were a moaning mess as Armin continued his assault on your pussy. Gasping as his other hand started playing with your puckering hole. Hearing all your lewd noises, Armin just couldn’t help but become so aroused he started grinding on the mattress to get some relieve as he was eating you out like you were his last meal.

His eyes rolling backwards while his hips were fucking the mattress.

“Yeah? That feel good baby? Cmon tell me how good i am making you feel.” He rasped as he was creating a wet spot on his underwear.

He just needed to hear how good he was making you feel. He needed to remind you that it was he that was making you feel so so good and that he was the one who knew your body this well. And you had no problem telling him what he wanted to hear, submitting to him.

“hmm yes armin.. you’re making me feel so good. I’m gonna cum” you moaned as you felt your insides clenching, ready to release. You wanted more.. no needed more. And arming was happy to oblige.. happy to let you use him in anyway you want. You grabbed the back of his head as you fucked yourself on him.

“Fuck my face.. just like that, mama. Make yourself cum.” He pants. “You tast so good, baby” he says as he buries his face even deeper in you. “Use me”.

He kept encouraging you as his tongue was lapping up all your arousal as you came so intensely on his face. His mouth full of your juices as he flips you onto your back. Armins dipped his neck and gripped your jaw and your mouth opened immediately. Watching you with low lidded eyes as a trail of his saliva drips from his mouth into yours.

“Swallow your juices.”

You don’t even remember why you ever wanted to leave this man and his foul mouth.

And you especially don’t remember why, with the way he is pounding into you. Laying completely bare and open as he forced your knees up against your shoulders. His dick filled you up so good. He was hitting all your sweet spots. You were out of it. Saliva dripping from your open mouth, eyes rolled to the back of your face. It was all too much. Your whole body felt on fire.

And you wanted to leave him? Crazy, he thought. Looking up at him in a adoring, stunned daze as if you didn’t understand why he fucked you like this. You knew damn well why Armin fucked you like this and he is gonna keep reminding you of just how well and perfect you guys are for each other.

His dick slowly slid out of your warm, gushing pussy. “You still wanna leave me? No.. then tell me what you want, baby.”

He said as he slowly started moving his throbbing tip up and down your pussy. Circling your clit with it.

He just felt too good. Smelled too good. Looked too good. Fucked you too good. He felt so warm and inviting and you just didn’t remember why you were so mad in the first place and ready to dump him. All you know is how good he is making you feel.

“I want you. I want your dick so deep inside me.. i want to make you cum” you said panting.

“Yeah? You wanna make me cum? Where do you want it? You want it inside you baby? Want me to fuck you so deep, fill your pussy up? Or do you want it on your pussy? he says while spitting on your clit as you both watch his spit travel down to your entrance, just how his cum would. Sliding his dick back in your pussy. he starts to slowly but oh so deeply thrusting in you.

“Or does my pretty baby want it on her face? hmm? Want me to mark you mama? Yeah.. you like that huh?” You shaked your head. He was so nasty. “No need to lie baby.. I can feel just how much you like it” he said while your pussy was clenching so tightly around him. “tight ass pussy” he groaned.

He kept feeding you those perfect deep strokes while looking deep in your eyes.

“Just tell me where you want it mama. It’s yours”

His mouth was gonna be the death of you. “inside p-please” you tried to say while his tip kept hitting your spot deep in you.

“Oh my baby wants it inside? Want me to make you a mommy?” he groaned. “y-yes yes yes pleaseee min. i can’t” You don’t even know what you were saying. Just a blabbing mess.

Both of you were so close. But Armin couldn’t let go before you said what he needed to hear.

“Tell me i’m yours.. Tell me you won’t leave me. I promise i will do better. Just.. please don’t leave me baby” He said, looking so vulnerable. His hair was stuck to his face due to all the sweat. His eyes glossy and desperate. Desperate for you to say you were his and were never going to leave him. His cheeks creating a natural pink blush. He was so flustered with your pussy milking him so good and all his emotions.

You said the words he so desperately needed to hear.

“Im yours, min. I won’t leave you.” You promised as he fulfilled his promise of cumming inside you and becoming better for you.

a/n: hi this is a quick armin story that i wrote today. i was feeling bored and it’s been a while since i have written anything for you guys i’m not sure how i feel about it tho. Any feedback, asks and reblogs would be highly appreciated. Aaaaaaanyway hope you enjoyed it!!! <3333

[bro-atz]

Hi, its my first time to request. Since its halloween can you write an incubus Yunho one shot fanfiction? I just want the fanfic has a plot before the smut scenes and its up to you what would that be. Thanks 😊

dream in a dream

in which: yunho needs to fuck in order to stay alive, but he fell in love with you in the process.

pair: incubus!yunho/afab!reader

word count: 8k

content: smut, angst... a lot of sex... like a lot a lot, death, raw sex (remember to wrap up irl!), consensual...? definitely not non-con, but... mostly consensual idk sexsomnia/somnophilia are hard to categorize

author's note: friend... my brain literally exploded HAHA i never thought the day would come when i would be requested to write an incubus ff... anyway i really ran with the idea apparently so i hope you like this ridiculously long incubus!yunho also i am so sorry for how it ends... seriously i'm truly sorry idk what i did happy halloween ig?

tag list: @k-hotchoisan apply for the permanent taglist here!

The thing with immortal beings that a lot of people don’t know is that they’re not actually immortal. They have to do certain things to stay alive. Humans have to eat food and drink water to stay alive, but not immortal beings. Each one is different. Vampires feed on blood (duh), banshees feed on revenge, wendigos need to consume human flesh, and an incubus needs to have sex. Vulgar? Yes, but it’s the truth.

It’s not just about sex for an incubus, though. They need the health, the energy, the life force from a human, and they have sex in order to obtain that.

Yunho was an incubus. He was kind of a lousy one at that. No, he was good at obtaining the energy he needed to keep going, but the problem for him was that he was picky. Some vampires only like a certain blood group, and Yunho only had an affinity for certain people. It was hard for Yunho to find someone he didn’t immediately despise. Think about it— he can’t have sex if he can’t get it up, and there were a select amount of people on the planet who could get him to that point.

That was when he met you.

You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life (and he had lived such a long life). There was just something about the way you would laugh and smile that made his heart flutter, and just watching you walking away from him made his body burn with lust. You were the one. He just knew that you were the one from the beginning, before he even slept with you.

You sighed deeply as you flopped onto your bed. You had a horrible day at work, and you wanted to relieve your stress one way or another, but you just couldn’t figure out what to do in order to relax. You dragged yourself into your bathroom and forced yourself to get ready to go to bed.

As you sat on your bed under the duvet in your tank top and shorts silk pajama set and watched TV, you couldn’t help but feel like something was off. You couldn’t tell what it was, but after getting sucked into the drama in your show, that feeling vanished. Sleepily, you turned your TV off and slept.

Then, your eyes fluttered open. Something got onto your bed, and you knew because you felt the bed dip. You blinked a couple of times and saw a shadowy figure next to you. You wanted to scream, and you opened your mouth to do so, but the figure covered your mouth.

“Shh, baby,” the figure whispered in the most reassuring, low, manly voice. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“W-who are you? What’re you doing here? How did you get in here?” you rambled off all of the questions in your head.

“None of those things matter,” he responded with the same, low register. “What matters is this. Us.”

The figure brushed your hair out of your face lightly, and you found yourself comforted by his touch. There was something about the warmth in his hands that reassured you. His fingers ran down the side of your face, down your neck, and over your shoulder, slipping your tank top strap off the side. You trembled when you felt his lips press lightly against your shoulder and let out a tiny moan as their kisses trailed along the part of your chest that was exposed.

“Why…?” you breathed out.

He responded, but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of blood rushing to your ears when you felt his body weight press further into you. You lost yourself even more when he brushed hair away from your neck and left sweet kisses.

“Just enjoy it, Y/N,” he whispered.

“You know my name…?”

He nodded against your neck, continuing to kiss you. You gasped when you felt his hand go under your top and squeeze your breast tightly. You squirmed below him as you felt yourself get more and more turned on— you needed him to do something about it. Whimpers and moans left your lips the more he felt your body up, and those whimpers and moans stopped when his lips met yours. He kissed you sweetly. He originally kissed you only once, but you needed more. You reached for his face and brought him back, kissing him over and over again.

“God, you’re so perfect, Y/N,” he breathed out in between kisses.

When he moved away from you, you wanted to complain, but he didn’t give you the chance. He tugged your shorts down all the way and licked your cunt from bottom to top. You inhaled sharply as his tongue continued to violate you. His firm hands went under your knees and pushed upwards, allowing him to pleasure you even more.

“Oh God,” you hissed when he sucked on your clit.

You felt yourself nearing your climax. You brought your hands to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his hair before holding on tightly to his roots. The closer you got, the firmer your grasp became, and right before you came, you pushed his head closer to you.

“Fuck!” you cried.

Your pussy convulsed, and stars filled your vision as you reached ecstasy. You were breathing rashly when he sat up and wiped his lips with his thumb.

You could barely make out his features now that you got a better view of him, but you knew that the man was fine. His jawline was sharp, and his nose was long and slender. His hair shielded his eyes, but his lips were beautiful and plump. As much as you liked staring at his lips, you wanted them connected to yours again.

Before removing his own clothes, he helped you out of yours. You laid in bed and watched his muscles ripple as he moved, his slender frame swelling up as he inhaled and looked at you. You watched him palm himself, your heart racing as you saw exactly how well hung we was. Slowly, he pinned you down and positioned himself carefully.

You felt like he was going to split you wide open when he entered you. He was long and girthy, and you really weren’t ready for it. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you suppressed your cries. Yet, despite the pain, you didn’t want him to stop, so when he was fully inside you and didn’t move, you whimpered and whined.

“Good job, baby,” he whispered as he pet your hair. “I’m going to start moving now, okay?”

You nodded eagerly, making him have to choke back a laugh. You reached for the back of his neck and brought his face down to yours as he pulled out slowly. You kissed him hungrily while he started to actually fuck you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and your tongue met his over and over again with every kiss.

At first, he was moving slowly at a steady pace, but suddenly, he thrust sharply into you, making you moan into his mouth. You continued to moan in between the kisses as he fucked you hard, his waist hitting yours with so much force that your entire body shifted forward. Worried that your head would hit the headboard, he put his hand on the top of your head, only to move his hand to the back of your head as he pulled you to sit upright.

His lips were still pressed against yours as he knelt on the bed, his cock still deep inside you. You sat on his lap and held onto him tightly as he raised and lowered you repeatedly. You let out little yelps every time he sat you down on his lap fully, his dick hitting places deep within you with such force.

“So good!” you moaned loudly as you flung your head back. “I’m gonna cum again!”

Without any sort of reaction, he lowered you down again and fucked you senseless, his hips making your ass cheeks sting. You kept crying out with every thrust, and when he slammed into you and stayed inside, filling you with his seed, you came as well. It was only when he pulled out that you squirted onto the bed, his cum leaking out of you.

You remained lying on the bed in a puddle of pleasure as he laid down gently beside you. His fingers tucked your splayed out hair behind your ear and caressed your face as your eyelids suddenly became heavy with sleep. 

Drifting back to sleep, you were barely conscious to hear his response when you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Yunho.”

When you woke up the next morning, you looked up and around wildly, remembering the incredible night you had— also fearing that a stranger really was in your home— but there was no one to be found. You were wearing your pajamas, which confused you because you definitely fell asleep after… That… Naked. Also, your hair and bedsheets were still neat and orderly, which definitely should not have been the case if you had sex that night. Was that all really a dream?

“Geez, get it together,” you whispered to yourself. “There’s no way you slept with a complete stranger last night.”

It had to be the exhaustion, you told yourself. You just needed a break.

“Yunho, you gotta find someone to fuck, otherwise you’re going to vanish. You know how it is,” a demon sighed.

Yunho was with his incubus friends chatting and people watching as they sat in public in their human forms.

“No, I know, Mingi. I found someone,” Yunho answered.

“Wow, the picky incubus finally chose someone?!” another demon exclaimed.

“Shut up, San. And, yes, I did.”

“Who’s the lucky lady?” Mingi asked.

“Just… Someone.”

Mingi and San looked at each other with concern as Yunho looked away, a light blush appearing on his face.

“Yunho… When did you meet this woman?” Mingi asked.

“About a month or two ago.”

“And how many times have you slept with this woman?” San continued the line of questioning.

“Uh, I think eight times.” Yunho lied. “Why?”

“You need to find someone else.”

“Why?”

“Dude, are you stupid, or did you forget that you can only fuck her so many times before she dies?”

Yunho pressed his lips together and looked away. Of course he knew that. He knew, but he couldn’t help it. He loved you. Demons weren’t supposed to fall in love, but there was just something about you that drew him toward you. He couldn’t keep away.

“You’re only at eight—”

“I lied. It’s ten.”

“Okay, fine. You’ve only fucked her ten times, right?” San clarified. “You have to find someone else.”

“It’s not so easy! You guys know how I am.”

“Yes, we do. At least find someone else before you hit twenty,” Mingi said with a sigh. “You don’t want to end up like Yeosang, do you?”

Yeosang was another incubus that was part of Yunho’s little group. He, too, fell in love with a human and fucked her until the fated number— forty-two. When she passed away, Yeosang couldn’t move on. Because he wasn’t having sex, he withered away, leaving both the human world and demon world.

“I know. I’ll find someone else…” Yunho conceded.

It was the weekend for you, and you had a long and stressful week thanks to work, which meant you were going to use the weekend to recover instead of spend it having fun with your friends.

Recovery to you meant sitting in bed, watching TV, and eating as much junk food as your body could handle. As you sat and mindlessly watched whatever it was playing on your television, your mind drifted to the dreams you’ve been having as of late.

It wasn’t every night, but it was starting to become more frequent. You kept dreaming of that man, Yunho, and he had sex with you in each dream. It felt so vivid and real, but every morning after the dream, you’d wake up to a clean bed and clean pajamas. You wished it was real, though. Yunho always fucked you right. He knew exactly how to treat you, which just made you feel even more delusional. How could a dream be better than sex in real life? The human mind truly is incredible.

Your mind kept going. You thought about Yunho and how he looked when he was sweaty and passionate hovering above you, the way he would brush two fingers along your temple to move your hair before leaving a light kiss on your forehead, his technique when he…

You started touching yourself. You thought about Yunho’s fingers, his tongue, his dick. You thought about how good he made you feel whenever you dreamt about him. You rubbed your middle finger over your clit while imaging it was his tongue, and with a soft moan, you slipped two of your fingers into your pussy— although it definitely wasn’t the same because Yunho was significantly bigger and longer.

You thought about the sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear as he fucked you softly. The way he called you baby, the way he praised you… Fuck.

You were close to cumming when all of a sudden an ad on the TV scared the shit out of you. It was loud and for a horror film. You immediately turned off the TV and threw the remote onto your nightstand. Great. The mood was gone. Annoyed, you pulled the covers over you and went to sleep

Yunho, meanwhile, had been watching you— demons had the ability to become invisible, so he was able watch you while leaning against your door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. Watching you was so hot, and if anything, it made him love you even more. He hated that you went to bed unsatisfied, so of course he had to act. He waited until you were fully asleep before turning into his human form and sitting on your bed.

You looked so peaceful lying there fast asleep. Yunho didn’t want to wake you up. But, you were legitimately dreaming about Yunho in that moment, calling his name in a whisper and clutching the air as if you were clutching him.

Yunho turned your head and bent down to kiss you, his lips gently taking your upper lip. It was a long and sweet kiss. Yunho thought that you would for sure wake up like Sleeping Beauty or some other princess, but you were still asleep. He couldn’t wait for you to wake up, though. His cock was itching, aching to pleasure you greatly.

Sloppy kisses echoed in the room as Yunho trailed his lips across your collarbones to your neck. You moaned quietly, shifted, and hugged Yunho with your eyes still closed— you ended up waking up when you felt his hair tickle your cheek. Your hand ran up from his shoulder to the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair.

“Yunho…?” you murmured.

“Yes, baby,” Yunho replied softly.

“Oh, good! You’re here,” you giggled softly while guiding his head towards yours. “I need you. My body needs you.”

“R-really?” Despite knowing that you were masturbating to him, he was still taken aback. He was in love with you, after all.

You nodded and shot him a small, loving smile before kissing his lips. Yunho was overjoyed. He was so overjoyed, in fact, that he could hold himself back. He was grabbing at your body and bringing you closer as if you would run away if he even let go of you for a split second. He rolled onto his back as you laid on his chest, your lips still locking with his, his tongue still playing with yours.

“I… I need you in me. Right now,” you broke the chain, breathing heavily as you spoke to him.

You tucked your thumb under your waistband and pulled your pajama pants along with panties down. Yunho was seriously over the moon. Eagerly, he helped you out of all of your clothes and stripped himself down at the speed of light so that he could swiftly enter you.

Yunho was overly eager. You had to hold onto his arms or shoulders to keep yourself upright as he thrust rapidly and harshly into your sopping wet cunt. Flinging your head back, you cried out in pure bliss when you felt his cock hit deep inside you, waves of pleasure spreading through your body rapidly.

There was no way you were ever going to be able to pleasure yourself properly, you thought to yourself as Yunho’s penis made you cum harder than you ever had before. There was no way you were going to be able to ever be satisfied, not when your dream was this fucking good.

When Yunho came, he came inside you. A thought about breeding you briefly flitted in his mind before he shut that down. He desperately wanted to be with you like that— he wanted to get married to you, have kids with you, and grow old with you. But, that was never going to happen. You were a human, he was a demon, and life was a bitch. He had to settle for being your “dream man” for now.

You were starting to feel weird. For a week straight, you had dreams about Yunho, and when you woke up, you were exhausted. There definitely was no way that the dream was real, which meant that you were dreaming so hard that your body wasn’t getting any rest, or something like that. You tried to rationalize it by yourself, but you realized that you just couldn’t figure it out alone.

You met up with one of your friends for coffee one day. Your friend expressed concern when she saw you literally chugging your coffee to get a new one.

“Okay, I haven’t been sleeping that great lately,” you started.

“Lay it on me, girl.”

“I’ve been having these… Dreams…”

“What kinds of dreams?”

You coughed. You were slightly embarrassed that you were going to admit to your friend that you were having wet dreams, but you had to tell her. “They’re, uh, sex dreams.”

“Oh?”

“And it’s so weird because it’s always the same guy… I’ve never seen the guy in real life before either, so I have no idea who I’m dreaming about.”

“Maybe you saw him in passing once, and now you just think about him.”

“Yeah… Maybe…”

You sighed and took a sip of your third coffee of the day— you had chugged yet another one right before you started explaining your reason for being exhausted to your friend.

“What goes on in these dreams?” she prompted you further.

“Well, he fucks me in every dream,” you said with a slight blush on your face.

“And how is it?”

“Honestly? …Fucking amazing.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, like, oh my God! If I had sex like that in real life with that guy, I’d grab on and never let go.”

“Maybe we should go look for him? Make your dream a reality?”

You let out a little laugh— there was no way Yunho was real, but sure, you could go hunting for him.

There was a brief moment of silence between you and your friend before you admitted in a hushed tone, “But… Sometimes… I wonder if the dreams are real…”

“What on Earth? What do you mean by that?” you friend asked, her eyes wide.

“Like, I’ll wake up with my back just sore as hell, or my neck kind of bruised—”

“Like a hickey?”

“No, just… Sore and barely bruised. It’s also, like, an entire area and not a small mark.”

“Girly, I think it’s your bed. Get some new pillows and a new mattress.”

“I should… But my mattress cannot be the reason why I’m exhausted.”

“Have you been sleeping?” your friend asked (dumbly).

“Well, obviously, because how the fuck else would I dream about this all the time?” you responded while rolling your eyes. “But… I think I’m just dreaming about it so much that it’s exhausting when I wake up because I wasn’t, like, fully asleep or something…”

“Like lucid dreaming?”

“Yeah! That. Like that. What should I do to stop the lucid dreaming?”

“I think you need to see a doctor. It sounds like it could be sleep apnea or something as well.”

You nodded and continued talking to your friend.

Meanwhile, Yunho and his demon buddies, in their demon forms, were watching you from a distance while eavesdropping on your conversation (incubi had impeccable hearing).

“Yunho, leave her alone. You need to stop with her,” San lectured his friend with a frown.

“It’s easier said than done—”

“No, dude! If you really love her, then don’t do this!” Mingi interrupted.

Yunho sighed and looked down. His friends were right. You were getting weaker by the day, and it was his fault. But, he loved you, and he loved making love to you, and at that point, he’d rather have you die because of him and not because of some other factor. More morbid thoughts filled his head as he pondered his relationship with you.

“How many times has it been, Yunho?” San asked with a heavy sigh.

“…I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember?! Are you fucking nuts?!” San shrieked.

Mingi stared at Yunho. He knew that his friend was lying. He grabbed Yunho’s shoulder and said almost threateningly, “You know. You know how many times you’ve slept with her, so tell us the truth and stop fucking lying to us.”

“Eighteen times…”

San nearly lost his shit and berated the demon, but he held back. With a frustrated scream, San told Yunho to get his shit together before flying off.

“We just don’t want you to leave us, Yunho. Please leave that woman alone,” Mingi spoke to his friend softly.

Yunho bowed his head. He couldn’t promise a single damn thing, and Mingi knew that. Mingi patted Yunho’s shoulder and took off as well, leaving Yunho alone to stare longingly at you.

“Nngh, Yunho,” you whined as you felt the tip of his tongue roll around your clit.

Your dream was really catering to you this time. This time around, Yunho was so gentle— although, he usually is gentle with you— and really focused on you. He was eating you out, and you were trembling under his sensual touch.

Yunho pushed your thigh up so that your leg ended up resting on his shoulder as his tongue prodded into you. You quivered when you felt his tongue go deeper inside you and run up the walls of your cunt. When he slurped up your arousal fluid, you felt your face get hot. You were embarrassed for a split second until you felt his tongue flick your clit back and forth, causing that thought to leave your mind and focus on keeping it together.

Two of his fingers rushed into you, and he fingered you fast. There was so much friction happening between your walls thanks to his fingers that you felt like he was about to start a fire in your cunt. His tongue continued to go after your clit ruthlessly, and his fingers refused to let up as you felt yourself reach your climax. You grabbed onto Yunho’s hair and held him tightly as you let out the most sonorous, pleasureful cry while squirting several times, your ass and thighs shaking. You were still moaning and crying after you finished, the feeling of him pleasuring you with just his tongue and fingers not leaving you so fast.

Through bleary eyes, you watched a tiny smirk appear on Yunho’s face. He looked so pleased with work, his fingers rubbing up and down your folds as he felt up your wetness.

“Oh, God… Yunho,” you sighed as you flung your head back into your pillow, stars starting to fill your vision. “So… Fucking… Good…”

With that, you were out like a light. Yunho looked at you completely passed out, your hair splayed wildly, your bare chest moving up and down rhythmically, and your pussy still quivering, luring him.

He wished you were awake, but he didn’t have it in him to wake you up, nor did he have it in him to just up and walk away. You looked so fucking sexy to him— he finger-fucked you senseless, and it gave up a sort of pride to see that he was the one who did that to you. His boner was pressing hard against his pants. He needed to relieve it, and seeing as how your cunt was unsheathed and still soaking wet, he tentatively but ultimately used you to calm his throbbing dick down.

Already shirtless, Yunho just unbuckled and pulled his pants down. He moved your legs so that they were on either side of him, his cock resting on top of your stomach. He lifted your hips upwards, your ass barely on the bed at that point, before rubbing his length along your folds. You moaned slightly when he pushed the tip of his cock into you, but you were still asleep. Even when his cock entered you entirely, you had yet to wake up again. You were out cold.

Yunho felt so wrong fucking you, the woman he loves, while you were asleep, but when your pussy clenched around his dick, he gasped and shivered, all logic and reasoning leaving his head. He had to fuck you. He had to fuck you until your cunt was quivering and throbbing. He had to fuck you until he filled you up completely with his sperm, cumming more than several times inside you.

Without letting up, Yunho just kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting into you sometimes softly, sometimes with immense force at different tempos and rhythms. His breathing was rough and ragged, and at times he wanted to stop, but your pussy was so addicting that he just couldn’t. Even after he filled you up to the point where cum was literally overflowing from your pussy, he wanted more. But, for the night, he had to stop. It was almost sunrise.

You were drained as fuck when you woke up the next morning. Your back was hurting, and your chest would hurt any time you inhaled too deeply. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what it was. All you knew was that it was starting to scare you a little how adverse your body was starting to react.

San decided to check in on you one day. He debated changing into his human form, but the second he saw your physical state, he realized that he didn’t need to. He immediately departed for Yunho’s place to berate him.

“If you keep this up, Yunho, you’re going to die, too!”

San was walking, more like chasing, behind Yunho while lecturing him, Yunho walking away from his friend, trying to avoid the conversation. Technically speaking, he could just fly away, but San would follow even in the air, and he didn’t feel like using that energy to have the argument. 

“Since when do demons care about whether or not a human dies?!” Yunho shot right back.

“Because you love this specific human, and I know you! I know that if she dies, it’ll kill you! Do you really want to end up like Yeosang?!”

“Stop fucking bringing him up, San! Yeosang died because he chose to kill himself. I’m going to keep living after Y/N dies, so fucking leave me alone!”

“I seriously fucking doubt it, asshole,” San flew right in front of Yunho, getting the man to stop moving. “You’re such a sentimental bastard. There’s no way you would kill her without it haunting you forever. You would never be able to live with the fact that you killed the love of your undead life!”

“Just shut the fuck up, San! I know!” Yunho started crying. “I don’t want her to die, but I can’t… I can’t control myself! Every time I see her, I just want to make love to her all night long!”

“Then stay away from her! This world so big. You can fly to another country and make your rounds there! Forget about her. Let her go, and let her live.”

Yunho nodded slowly. San was right. He knew San was right.

“How many times have you slept with her, now?” San asked, afraid to hear the number.

“Thirty.”

“Shit… You need to get the fuck away from her. Right now. Go.”

San shooed Yunho away, Yunho taking off. San watched his friend fly away, praying to their demon overlord that Yunho would listen to him for once.

But of course, Yunho wasn’t going to listen. After all, his love for you superseded logic and reason.

You were losing it. You were so fucking drained, your dreams continuing to exhaust you. You kept thinking that it had to be real, that there was no way you body would be so worn down just by dreaming about sex. Yet, when you woke up in the morning, nothing seemed to be out of place. You looked exactly like you did before you went to bed the night before except with your hair a little bit messier and your clothes just a tiny bit wrinkled.

It was hot outside, and yet, you were shivering. After requesting the day off from work, you dragged yourself to the doctor’s office to see what the fuck was going on with your body.

“Well, Y/N. You’re fine… I don’t know what to tell you,” the doctor said while scratching their head— they were confused as well.

“There’s gotta be some sort of explanation!” you exclaimed. “You seriously didn’t hear anything wrong with my breathing? Because I have been having difficulty breathing, and I shouldn’t be shivering like this when it’s summer!”

“It’s baffling to me too, Y/N! I wish I could give you an answer for all this, but I seriously can’t find anything abnormal… Have you been sleeping well?”

“Not at all.”

“Well, that’s a start. Why haven’t you been sleeping well?”

“I keep having these… Dreams…”

“Nightmares?”

“No, it feels too good to be a nightmare…” you admitted before immediately clamping your mouth shut. You were already mortified that one of your friends knew about your sexual dreams, and you didn’t need to embarrass yourself in front of your doctor. “The main thing is that these dreams are so hyperrealistic that they leave me feeling more exhausted when I wake up.”

“Alright…” your doctor scribbled on a pad. “I’m going to put in an order for this medication, so start with this, and if your sleep is still disturbed, then we’ll do a sleep study for you.”

You nodded and took the prescription from the doctor, and you thanked the doctor before you left the building. Immediately after leaving, you picked up the new prescription from the doctor and went home to test it out immediately.

The pills worked. About an hour after you took one dose, you passed out in bed. You were so knocked out that you didn’t even realize that Yunho sat on the bed and immediately started feeling you up. Although, despite the fact that you were fast asleep, that didn’t stop you from moaning when you felt his fingers run up your calf, along your thigh, and to your crotch.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he left soft kisses along your exposed arm. “Baby…”

He had laid beside you and was touching any and every part of you with a feather light touch. You smiled softly and turned towards him, but you were still completely asleep. Even when he brushed your hair behind your ear and ran his fingertips from your forehead to your chin, you remained asleep. Yunho trapped your lower lip in between his fingers before dragging you towards him, his lips overtaking yours. He was amazed when he realized that you were kissing back. You, fully asleep, were responding to his advances. It was exhilarating.

Yunho kissed you passionately for a solid several minutes before releasing you, a sigh escaping your lungs, and a pout settling on your face. You, unconsciously, did not want Yunho to stop. Yunho didn’t want to stop either, especially not while his crotch was getting tighter by the second. Sitting up to kneel, Yunho removed his pants, his cock springing out.

It wasn’t until that moment did Yunho feel like a real incubus. Usually, he would wake up whoever it was he was going to sleep with because he felt kind of uncomfortable making love to someone who was unresponsive (for the most part), but you could not be awoken. He spat on his hand and stroked his dick a couple times before moving so that his cock was positioned right by your lips. It was only when Yunho held your face with one hand and squeezed your cheeks did your mouth open properly, allowing him to slip his dick into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his cock the deeper it went into your mouth, and even half fucking asleep, you still gagged and stayed asleep. Yunho bit back moans as he felt you suck hard on him, and he had to control himself as he began to thrust gently into your mouth. You were moaning lightly with his dick still deep in your mouth, and the stimulation was too much for him to handle. Grabbing your head, he pushed you towards him and shoved deep into your throat, his cock twitching and throbbing as he came in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Yunho hissed as he realized what he had done after it was over.

He pulled out from your mouth and watched a trail of white connect your tongue to the tip of his penis. When you closed your mouth and swallowed, Yunho couldn’t take it. His cock stiffened almost immediately, and he desperately wanted to be inside you.

Usually, he would take your clothes off carefully, but Yunho couldn’t bear it any longer. He snatched your pants off and nearly tore your night shirt as he removed that as well. He left your panties on and just pushed them to the side quickly so he could be inside you as soon as possible. He groaned loudly as he felt how fucking tight you were despite him fucking you so many times. He loved your body so goddamn much.

As he rolled his hips into you repeatedly, he also massaged your breasts, earning sweet moans and sighs from you. It was a wonder how you hadn’t woken up yet. Even when he slammed his pelvis into you, you were still asleep. It turned Yunho on more than it should’ve.

“Y/N, baby, oh fuck,” Yunho bit out; he was so close to cumming.

Your moans had turned into whimpers and whines by that point because your body was also ready. Yunho came first, and he came inside you, only to feel your arousal fluid start to squirt out of you. As soon as he pulled out, you squirted and cried loudly, your entire body shaking as your orgasmed. Yunho for sure thought you would wake up by that point, but you were still fucking fast asleep. Those were some strong fucking pills.

The medication the doctor gave you was working— it knocked you out, and you hadn’t dreamt about Yunho since you started taking it, but you were still run down. You noticed that you were losing weight rapidly and that you could barely keep food down. You were dehydrated no matter how much water you drank, and the cherry on top to the whole goddamn thing was that you felt like you were dying, but your doctor said you were fine.

“Let’s get you on that sleep study, okay?” the doctor said. “Maybe we’ll get some answers from there. If not, we can go through more tests, but the sleep one first.”

You got set up for the sleep study and slept for the first time in a while without the medication the doctor provided, and you didn’t dream. Not once.

Yunho, in his demon form, sat in the room with you while you laid in the bed for the study. He watched the way your eyelashes would flutter, the way your lips would part slightly as you switched from breathing with your nose to your mouth, and the small, cute little freckles that he missed seeing when he was too busy fucking you. God, he loved you so much. So fucking much.

Mingi met up with Yunho the next morning, the two of them standing and watching the nurse take the electrodes off you.

“Yunho. She looks like shit.”

“Shut the fuck up, she’s beautiful—”

“She was beautiful.” Mingi interrupted. “You’re sucking the life out of her… What number have you hit now?”

Yunho couldn’t respond. The number was forty, but he didn’t want to say the number out loud because he hoped that he was wrong, that he hadn’t slept with you so many times.

“You know what you need to do if you want to keep her on this planet,” Mingi stated.

“I do.”

“Are you going to do it?”

A tear rolling down his cheek, Yunho turned to Mingi and shook his head. He couldn’t stay away. He loved you.

“You really are a demon, Yunho.”

You got the results back— they were normal. You were actually so fucking confused. How could you feel miserable but be completely disease free whenever you tested for anything? You scheduled a couple more check ups at the hospital, but you knew that deep down, there were going to be no results, that you were going to be labelled as fine. Still, you had to go through the check ups for the sake of going through them.

You stopped taking the medication by that point, wondering if the medication was actually making it worse. You hadn’t dreamt about sex with Yunho in so long, but to prepare, you studied up on lucid dreaming. If you dreamt about him that night, you were going to snap out of the dream. You were going to find natural ways to stop the dreams from keeping you up.

And so, you went to bed that night, fully expecting to wake up in your lucid dream.

It’s just a lucid dream, you told yourself when you stirred from your slumber. You knew the ways to wake up from a lucid dream, and you were going to put them to the test today, but when you saw Yunho, you couldn’t. Fuck, he was just a figment of your imagination— how did you fall for someone that wasn’t even real?

And yet, your heart ached when you saw him sitting on the edge of your bed. He looked so sad. Why was your lucid dream doing this to you?

“Yunho?” you whispered gently.

Yunho turned his head.

“Oh, Y/N. You’re awake?”

“I’m… Awake?”

You couldn’t process the words— Yunho fully embraced you tightly, his arms squeezing you to the point where you definitely could have broken a bone. He dug his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply, making you tingle all over.

“I miss you,” he whispered sadly.

You were rendered speechless when he dropped his head into the nook of your neck and left a soft, sensual kiss on your exposed skin. You felt yourself get swept away in his affection when he lifted you and laid you down on the bed so that he was pinning you down before immediately running his hands up your shirt.

Yunho was urgently trying to get you out of your clothes. He should’ve taken his time with you knowing that it was going to be the last time, but the fact that you were actually awake this time made him overly eager to be intimate with you. He got you out of your clothes in record time, his hands roaming your body immediately.

You moaned loudly and flung your head back as you felt his mouth meet your breast. While his mouth worked on your breast, his fingers moved down to stroke your— you didn’t realize that you were so completely wet— cunt, his finger brushing along your clit several times. You were whining and rocking your hips gently as his fingers teased you and his teeth tugged on your nipple.

“You like that, baby?” Yunho, after leaving your nipple with a slightly painful suck, asked you softly.

You nodded, words still evading you. Your brain was starting to go numb with pleasure, and truth be told, you felt as if you were nearing your climax in record time. Yunho, however, noticed your eyes start to roll back as you suppressing your incoming orgasm, so he stopped. He wanted, nay, needed to be inside you and feel your walls tighten around his throbbing penis.

Yunho leaned away from you to remove his own clothes, making you miss the warmth of his physical contact. Your arms reached out for him silently, and that’s when you noticed that Yunho’s face was twisted into a painful frown.

“Yunho?” you whispered, a word finally leaving your lips. “What’s wrong?”

Immediately shaking his head, the frown left, and Yunho smiled at you, but you could tell that his smile was fake. You knew him well by that point, and that smile was definitely not how he usually smiled at you.

But, you didn’t get time to press further. Yunho was completely naked and about to make love to you. He pinned you on the bed once more and rubbed his cock against your clit a couple times.

There was a little nagging voice in the back of Yunho’s mind, and that voice was a mix between San and Mingi telling him not to fuck you. And he seriously didn’t want to because he wanted you to stay alive for him, but the thought of not being able to sleep with you ever again also drove him insane.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Yunho whispered.

You didn’t know what Yunho was apologizing for— you thought it was because he thrust into you so hard without warning, but it was really because he was sorry for what was going to happen to you after. His cock went deep inside you and nearly hit your cervix, but Yunho controlled himself because he didn’t want you to cum so fast. He wanted to fuck you for as long as humanly possible. He wondered if he could just keep his penis inside you until the end of time, that way you could stay alive, but he was itching to move.

Your back arched with every stroke of pleasure, and you felt yourself get lightheaded as euphoria approached. The way Yunho was rolling his hips into you made you feel so fucking good, so fucking sexy, and you wanted more and more. You held onto his shoulders and pulled him towards you, connecting your lips with his, and you kept your hold on him as you desperately made out with him.

You missed Yunho too. Although it was just your brain, you missed having such satisfying sex with him. He made you feel incredibly good when he ran his hands along your waist and over your hips, and his long cock filled you so well that you felt like your cunt was truly made for him.

“Oh my God, Yunho!” you stopped kissing him and cried out when you felt his waist start slamming into yours. “Faster!”

Yunho shivered. Hearing you order him around nearly made him cum. Nonetheless, he listened to you. He thrust into you as fast as he could, making you feel like his penis was going to pull your insides out with his speed, girth, and power. You felt your head press further back into the pillow below your head, your hold on Yunho getting tighter to the point where you were definitely leaving nail marks in his skin.

“Fu-uck,” Yunho bit out. “I’m cumming.”

He didn’t want to. He really didn’t want to, but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, especially not after seeing you all sexy and disheveled under you. Shutting his eyes tightly and letting a singular tear roll down his cheek, Yunho released his load in you, his white and sticky cum filling you up.

The feeling of Yunho’s cum spurting into you was the final thing you needed to bring you to climax. As soon as he pulled out, you came loudly, your cry echoing loudly in the room.

What Yunho feared happened almost immediately. Your hold on him weakened, your arms slipping to your sides. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and brought you up, desperately praying that if he did anything, you wouldn’t pass. He kissed your lips, ran his hands through your hair, placed his hand over your heart, but nothing. Just as it was for centuries, forty-two was the unfortunate number, and the two of you had reached it.

You felt your conscious slipping from you, and as your eyelids grew heavy, you noticed that Yunho’s form had suddenly changed. He went from being the tall man with the fair skin and soft brown hair to this red skinned, horned devil with scales covering his body and wings sprouting from his back. He looked like himself, but it was a horrible terrifying version of himself with solid, black eyes, fangs, and long ears that stuck straight out of the side of his head. In other words, Yunho was a demon, and you knew that he was right in your last moments— you immediately knew that sex with Yunho was not a dream, and that you were most definitely awake every time you consciously fucked him.

His demon form terrified you to the point where you were able to let out a scream and try your best to get away from him, but you passed out before you could even push you away, and soon, everything faded to black for you. Completely. Forever.

Yunho, seeing that he had actually transformed into his demon self right before you fully died, was mortified. How could your very last memory of him be his true self and not the man of your dreams? He felt like in the most literal sense that he scared you to death.

Yunho finally understood how Yeosang felt. He stayed in his invisible demon form and kept an eye on your decaying body until someone discovered you. He followed you all the way to the hospital and accompanied your family as they set up a proper funeral for you.

During the entire funeral, Yunho wept. He had so, so many regrets. He regretted having sex with you so many times, he regretted not stopping before he hit forty-two, and he regretted not telling you that he loved you. He did not, however, regret falling in love with you. If he could, he’d do it all over again.

Yunho seriously could not move on after you. He found some people to help him elongate his life, but he couldn’t live with the guilt of knowing that he killed the love of his life. San and Mingi did their best to help Yunho keep it together, but the same way Yeosang had vanished, Yunho did too. There was no point in staying around if he couldn’t be with you.

[4ngeldusstt]

“M I N E”

A/N: this is not how i originally wrote this, but i tried my best to rewrite it as close as it was before tumblr fking deleted it, anyway this was supposed to be a “just a thought” but it’s too long so here’s a short fic that’s actually just a scenario (?. I really hate the title tbh but that’s all i could come out with rn.

Warnings: alcohol effects, drinking, slight mentions of soft smut but nothing happens, swearing

Word count: 857

The last mission was a success, meaning there was a party going on that same night in order to relieve some stress among us, the soldiers. Levi recently introduced you to alcohol not so long ago, so you didn’t quite know how to handle it nor what your limit was just yet. You decided to have some wine and you started feeling the effects of it, warm blushed cheeks, everything made you laugh, your introvert self becoming more outgoing with every sip.

You were quite popular amongst the male soldiers in the scouts, some of them already were head over heels in love with you, so they took this opportunity and took advantage of your state in the way of sitting next to you, encouraging you to rest your head on their shoulder, they even had fights over who would fill up your cup.

Meanwhile your lover, Levi, was observing from afar his gaze telling everything words couldn’t, the desire to kill all of those fucking bastards if he could was written all over his face, his expression alone was enough to make them shit their pants in fear if they dared to look at him. You both decided that keeping your relationship private was the best decision but he wished, that in this moment, he could let everyone know how your heart belonged to him.

Even in your state you noticed when Levi stood up and left, to his office, you already knew that. Following his steps soon after, not even bothering to knock on the door you made your way to the comfortable looking leather couch, looking at him with half lidded eyes and a smile, he didn’t even bother to look your way ever since you came in but your stare was piercing enough to make him finally notice you. “How are you feeling?” He eyed you before going back to the paperwork in front of him.

He was upset, not at you but to them, he couldn’t blame you for being so perfect every soldier in the scouts dreamed of marrying you. “Mhm, how can wine taste so bad but make me feel so warm and fuzzy huh?” You said closing your eyes leaning back into the cushions. “I damn the day I let you try out alcohol for the first time, you clearly don’t know how to handle it.” He scoffed, furrowing your brows for a second before it hit you, he was jealous. A smirk creeped into your lips as you slowly got up and made your way to his chair, taking a seat on his lap.

Your lips lingering near his ear whispering “are you perhaps… jealous?” Smiling as you noticed his grip on your hip get tighter. “What if I am? I hated seeing them all over you and not being able to do anything about it, you are mine and mine only.” His voice lowering an octave, causing you to clench your thighs together, he was well aware of the effects his voice had on you and he wanted to tease you a little bit. “Hmm you might have to remind me who I belong to.” You were so needy for him, the alcohol on your system making you more emotional and the ache between your thighs worsen, he chuckled softly in response of your actions, “oh and I will, don’t worry. But not today, I’m sorry.” You whined and pouted at him, disagreeing with his decision.

Even though your were conscious enough and aware he was not going to do anything with you if he was sober and you were not, it wouldn’t feel right. “Come on, let’s take you to bed.” He said as soon as he realized it was taking everything in you not to fall asleep on him, due to the effects of the wine wearing off. He carried you bridal style and gently placed you onto the mattess of the bed you both shared. He helped you out of your clothes and placed one of his shirts covering your bare body that was a little too baggy for you, eyes closed not fully asleep yet, “mhm, thank you.” You said, “Anytime” he smiled softly even though you could not see him, soon after your head was placed on his chest as you started feeling his fingers slowly combing through your hair, leaving feathery kisses on your forehead every now and then as he read a book, you knew Levi barely slept, and today was no exception.

Prior to you passing out, you heard a faint whisper saying “I love you” into your hair followed by the soft touch of his lips pressing against your forehead lingering there a little longer than usual, it was such an intimate and loving act from a Levi that he, with time, managed to grow more comfortable in showing you, tightening your grip around his torso in response as you managed to mumble a weakly “I love you, thank you for loving me back.” before finally giving up and allowing yourself to succumb into a deep slumber, who knew humanity’s strongest soldier could be this gentle?

You did.

[starb3rrys]

hiiiii! Could I request, how would tecchou react when his s/o tells him “I might not be strong, but I would fight for you”

STOP- WHY DO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH?! Awww, I can just imagine him feeling so touched and happy (＃＞＜). I changed the words around a little bit but it has the same meaning, sorry!! Anyways, thank you so much for the request my love, this one’s for you Anon!!~

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“Although I may not be strong…I will fight for you, that is a promise.”

Tecchou x GN! Reader

Light Angst/Fluff

Scenario: Tecchou has been feeling overworked and stressed out recently due to all of his missions, it may be time to comfort him and let him know you're on his side...

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The sound of the front door unlocking then opening filled the quiet apartment. Familiar footsteps approached the bedroom, alerting your sleepy state that finally, after such a long day, your boyfriend was home. Tecchou walked inside the room, “I'm home”, at the sound of your boyfriend's words, you quickly sat up and walked over to him. “How are you Tecchou? How did your mission go?”, you asked curiously as your hands helped him remove his cape and hat. “It went well…I suppose”, you could hear the drowsiness in his tone as he pinched the bridge of his nose. A small frown appeared on your face, you hated seeing Tecchou so overworked. Considering that he had recently been drafted for more than 5 missions across Japan to help those in need, it was clear that all of those missions were taking a toll on his mental and physical health. "How are you feeling?", you asked worriedly. "Im am feeling just fine.", Tecchou spoke in a low tone, he was clearly lying. A soft sigh slipped through your lips as you looked at him, "We both know you are clearly lying Tecchou, this isn't good nor healthy! You are tired, I can see it and I know damn well you feel it.", your voice was serious. Tecchou groaned, "I can't just take a break! I need to continue training and preparing for my next mission, if not then I won't be strong enough to save the civilians!", irritation filled his tone. “I need to do better, I need to help the innocent! I need t-” “But who will be there when you need help?”, you asked, cutting Tecchou off. Tecchou’s face tensed for a second as he felt your warm hand touch his cheek, your soft worried eyes lingered on his expression. “Tecchou, you are the most valiant man I know; you'd sacrifice anything to help those around you, a pure-hearted man who has won my heart over, a man who continues to protect me and countless others, that is why it pains me to see you this overworked.”, you let out a soft sigh as your sweet words fill Tecchou with a sense of warmth. You continue, “I know that pressure can often make you feel alone, but that is nowhere near the truth–you aren’t alone…you have me.”, your hand caressed his cheek with such delicacy. Your eyes trailed up and met his, looking at him with pure honesty and unshakable determination, “Although I may not be strong…I will fight for you, that is a promise.”, your voice was reassuring yet firm, you meant every word. Your words struck Tecchou like a bullet as light tears filled his eyes. In an instant, he wrapped his arms around you–as if fearing that if he were to let go; his love, his treasure, his supporter, and angel…would disappear forever. “Thank you…for always being by my side, both in my best and lowest moments.”, Tecchou spoke quietly into your shoulder, with a quiet sniffle. Your arms swiftly returned Tecchous's embrace as a soft smile grew on your lips. "I will try and request a break, I also think I need it after all those missions.", Tecchou finally agreed. You let out a relieved sigh, "Thank you, Tecchou". Tecchou grinned and wiped his tears away, “And just so you know, you are very strong…in your own way.”, Tecchou stated. Your eyes widened as you pulled away, holding his shoulders, “What is that supposed to mean?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow and an offended tone (Jokingly btw). Tecchou chuckled lightly and pressed a small kiss onto your lips, “Nothing…nothing at all, my angel”.

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This was super cute, I loved making you two argue a bit, hehe-

Im planning on making a full on ANGST story with NO HAPPY ENDING, just because I can.

Ive been working extra hard these past few days to at least post twice a week so I can clean out my inbox (〜￣▽￣)〜

Anyways, I hope you all liked the story! Love ya!<3

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Hello there! I just saw your post and here I am! If you don't mind can I request headcannons for sumeru boys with an exchange akademiya student? Thank you so much :>

YES LET'S GO MY FIRST REQUEST

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Sumeru boys with an exchange akademiya student (GN reader)

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A/N: Sorry this is late, I lost the first draft because I forgot to save it but here it is. This was made at 2:03 AM and published in the afternoon that's why it's a little sloppy but I rlly did try ^^ I also haven't gotten to sumeru- I forgot what the akademiya was (it's a school right?) so its a little vague and ooc

Enjoy my first time writing a reader insert :)

warnings: small suggestive themes, but other then that pure fluff :)

Cyno

- Absolute life-saver be grateful you have him - Despite being the general mahamatra or whatever it is he is- whenever he has the time he's always there to help with your studies

- Have 15 papers due? He'll do them for you just watch.

- You met during your first time in Sumeru and it just sorta grew from there (lucky)

- Ok, hear me out...So your playing TCG right? Somehow this turns into an entire lesson "Alright so [insert akademiya stuff I'm too dumb for] is [insert more akademiya stuff I'm too dumb for]...Y/N are you listening?"

"Cyno, I know what I'm doing I'll be-"

"Basically..."

*insert confused y/n noises*

- He may or may not be a cheat sheet (hehasbigbrain)

Tighnari

- You two met completing your first assignment, and boy was it confusing. First time going anywhere in Sumeru,youtotallydidn'tgetlost - But hey you got a pretty bofie out of it

- Really impressed your an akademiya student like really impressed

- anyways he tries to help you out and relieve your stress, lets you pat his ears and comb your fingers through his tail

- Doesn't want you to be overworked (not really work just studies, which is work WAIT) so he'll drag you along on small outings through the forest whenever you and him have freetime

"Take it slow Y/N."

"Oop watch your step! Be careful!"

"Isn't the forest lovely today?"

- let's be honest your trying to complete your paper the whole time and Tighnari is NOT happy about it. Please pat his ears

Alhaitham

- He was quickly alerted of your arrival in sumeru, word gets around quick and once he met you he feel head over heels for you

- You two are almost always in the same building, and always interacting. Do you even spend time apart from him?

- He doesn't pay much attention to you being an akademiya student, all his focus is just on loving you

- although he's always happy to help you out! - study sessions that really just turn into cuddle sessions. On second thought maybe these sessions aren't effective

- convince me other otherwise you two haven't made out in the corner somewhere

Kaveh

- Your relationship just straight up spawned lol

- tries to help you study but it turns into the most crackhead conversations

"Y/N if we were worms would you still love me?"

"...no"

- ends up clinging to your waist offering no help whatsoever

- please give him attention

- you try to explain to him your essays, but he zoned out when you mentioned the essay was half an hour long

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Stress Release

Warnings: mdni, smut, hitting it from the back, implied fem reader (guys the title is a pun...)

Anyway, my first Levi smut so enjoy!

To be quite frank, you had no idea how you were in the current position that you were in; bent, butt naked, over Levi’s desk, him fucking you from behind. The rhythmic snapping of his hips against your ass cheeks was honestly a stress reliever in the current times. Your hips continued to jab into his desk with every slam and you could already feel the tender bruises forming there. Levi’s hand was knotted through your hair, pulling your head back to the point where it was just slightly uncomfortable, but still sexually stimulating. His other hand was pressed in the small of your back to steady you as he aggressively slammed his cock into you. He would make the occasional grunting noise, panting as his pounding pace didn’t waiver one bit. 

“Sir,” you moan out, respectfully. He was not letting up in his aggressive thrusting. “That hurts,” you admit quietly. 

“Shut up, you know you like it,” he grunts out in a low voice, barely audible over his thrusting. Your only response is a low moan and you hear him snort a laugh at that response. 

“Your ass looks so pretty perched over my desk, letting me fuck it,” he admits, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as you know he’s getting closer. “I’m going to cum all over your ass and your back, got it?” 

“Yessir,” you mumble, trying your hardest to fight against the hair pulling that’s getting tighter on your skull. 

It takes approximately three more thrusts until you reach your high. Levi feels your pussy tighten around his thick cock as you orgasm and it takes him only one more thrust until Levi ejaculates all over your ass and lower back. “Fuck,” you hear him grunt out as he reaches his high. He lets go of your hair and you finally rest your head on the table, panting, sticky from sweat and Levi’s cum. 

You hear his pants buckle up and him clicking on his ODM gear. “Stay here,” he says, and just as fast as he’s gone, he’s back, with a damp towel and he gently cleans you up of his semen. You pull yourself up from his desk, legs wobbly and he helps you get dressed.

“Water? Tea?” he asks as you sit down on a chair in his room to regain balance. 

You shake your head. “No I’m fine, thank you sir. I should probably get going. I figure Mikasa is wondering where I am.”

He nods, swiftly. “Same time next week then?”

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Some random modern HotD headcanons :)

Hey y’all! So I kept thinking of some funny, and very specific headcanons for the HotD characters, so I decided to just make it a whole post. This will actually be my first “legit” post on here, lol! Anyways, this will include some headcanons about Aemond, Aegon II, Luke, Jace, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Helaena, etc. But hope y’all enjoy lol! :)

Ok, I am convinced that Aemond has a secret stash of tea hidden somewhere. He's even put them all in a very nice ornate, antique box. It's his guilty pleasure. He probably would have some Earl Gray, English Breakfast, maybe even some lavender mint for the evenings. He'd keep it secret because all the teas he's gotten are way too expensive, and special.

Luke is an avid Minecraft gamer. Like he's basically built Dragonstone, and the Red Keep in his server. He'll play sometimes with Jace, or maybe even Aegon. But he doesn't let them into that world. Aegon would probably blow it all up with TnT.

Speaking of gaming, I think some people are on the same page that Aegon would be some kind of gamer. He'd be up to date on all the new systems and gadgets. He'd be one of the firsts to have the PS5 when it came out. He probably plays a lot of Call of Duty. Maybe even some Valorant when he doesn't wanna fire up the PS. He'd definitely be cursing and yelling at the game, to the point where Alicent threatens to take it away.

While Rhaenyra watches her shows, House Wives, Rupaul's Drag Race, etc. Daemon pretends to be not interested, but really he's super invested. He'd be leaning against the couch, or the wall totally sucked in. And when Rhaenyra tells him to just sit down and watch with her, he's all like, "no no I don't even like this show". But then he'd say things like, "Well maybe if her gown was better made she wouldn't have been eliminated last episode".

Aegon gives me frat boy energy. And I know I'm not the first to say that lol. You already know he's planning all the parties, and picking the themes. I like to think he'd be very invested into picking the themes. They would be things like, dragon night, wear your fave dragon scale colors. Or something like, Dragonstone beach night, wear your swim suits and flip flops.

Alicent likes to knit. Or maybe crochet? It's her stress reliever activity after dealing with Aegon, and the rest of the boys. Helaena is always giving her new patterns or designs to try.

I think Alicent also likes to take the occasional Buzzfeed quiz. "If you were a cake flavor, here's what you'd be based on your star sign".

Helaena runs a very successful tik tok account. She'd post her outfits, and maybe some art or cool bugs she's found.

Aegon listens to a lot of Megan Thee Stallion and Kim Petras. He's blasting Kim Petras' Treat me like a Slut at least 5 times a day. He gets ready to it in the morning.

Aemond will get down to some Amy Winehouse.

Jace works at the local animal shelter as his summer job. He only got the job cause Rhaenyra said he needed to get out of the house. Plus Helaena also works there, so she helped him get hired.

Aemond would be a great bartender. Not with like actually interacting with customers, but he can make some great drinks. Like he's over here coming up with all these crazy cocktails. Although, like his tea obsession he keeps this on the low. He doesn't want Aegon asking him to make drinks all the time. Gods forbid he asks Aemond to bartend at one of the frat parties.

Helaena was a Monster High girl growing up.

Aemond has a motorcycle. It was his one rebellious purchase. Alicent hates it.

Luke can kick Aegon's ass in any game, video or otherwise. You name it, Call of Duty, UNO, Valorent, Go fish...

Rhaenyra has a bit of a sweet tooth, but she has to hide her candy stash, cause the boys will steal it in a heartbeat. Who would have thought Daemon would love lemon drops so much.

I really could go on forever, these are just too fun to write. But I'll leave it here for now lol.

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Lick The Bowl Clean — kmg

summary: late night baking heals the soul, especially when done with a friend

genre: complete and utter fluff, college!au, gn!reader wc: 1.5k an: i started this during midterm season and now its final seasons...anyways

You hate midterm season. It’s arguably worse than finals seasons in your opinion. It always sneaks up on you and there’s a recurring theme with your professors where they don’t prepare you for them nearly as much as they do with the final.

You’ve been up all night studying and you’ve finally had enough. You think that if you look at notes for any longer that you’re going to drive yourself insane. The issue is that you’re not tired though and you still have to study for one more class.

Soft grumbles leave your throat as you stand up from your desk and stretch your limbs out. You listen to the way your spine cracks as you arch your back and you groan at the feeling. Your body is stiff and sore from sitting in the same place for so long. The added stress weighing on you doesn’t help much either.

The time on the clock reads 2:49 am. You release a deep sigh and pad around your room, collecting your needed items, before leaving your dorm room and heading to the communal dorm kitchens.

There are twenty-four hour kitchens and even though you know it’s late your brain is still running rampant and you’re always at your best after a little late night stress baking session. You know it’s impractical to keep a ton of baking ingredients in your dorm but it’s perfect for moments like these and that’s all that matters. You take your basket of ingredients and hike it up onto your hip before starting your trip to the kitchen.

You’re relieved when you open the door and it’s empty. You set your things down and automatically get to work. You set all of your tools and ingredients out before preheating the oven and greasing the pan. Once those steps are done you move to start measuring things, your brownie recipe memorized by heart.

Soft humming fills the room as you move around, pouring different things into the bowls for you to combine. You’re completely in your zone, happy to have something to lose yourself in that’s not your class notes.

You’re just about to crack an egg when you hear the noise echo through the room. You spin around at the noise, startled, only to calm down when you see who’s entered the kitchen. Standing at the entrance is Kim Mingyu. He lives in the dorm right across the hall from you and is one of the nicest people you have ever met.

“Y/N. What are you up at this hour?”

“I was uh, stress baking,” you admit with a small laugh. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

Mingyu lets out a chuckle. “I guess that’s fair. I’m here to make my ramen.” Mingyu holds up the styrofoam cup of instant noodles.

You let out a fake gasp. “The Kim Mingyu eats instant ramen,” you tease. It’s well known on your floor that Mingyu is an amazing cook, always whipping something up that completely blows the dining hall food out of the water.

“Something has to get me through studying,” Mingyu laughs as he walks over to the sink to put water in the noodles.

“Tell me about,” you snort, “why do you think I’m stress baking at two am?” You turn back to your bowl, cracking the egg you were about to crack before Mingyu walked in. To the side of you Mingyu has put his ramen into the microwave and turns back towards you.

“Do you want any help with that? Or is this a strictly Y/N only baking session?”

You laugh. “I mean, you’re pretty strong. Want to stir this for me?” You push the bowl of wet ingredients towards the boy. “I don’t have a mixer here, and it’s too late to use one anyways.”

“On it.” Mingyu takes the bowl and starts to stir together the ingredients.

You don’t know how to explain it but there’s something a bit ridiculous about this scenario. 187 cm, muscular, basketball jock Kim Mingyu standing in the student kitchen with you in his black t-shirt and plaid pj pants, helping you make brownies. You stare at his face, completely concentrated on combining the ingredients together. It’s kinda cute.

You stifle a giggle before turning back to measuring the dry ingredients. By the time you have that done, Mingyu is back at the microwave taking care of his ramen. You’re expecting him to leave the kitchen but instead he moves over to the chairs and sits down. This choice makes you smile to yourself a bit. You’ve always liked Mingyu. He’s funny and kind and handsome. Even just has a friend, he's incredibly charismatic.

When you’ve got the dry ingredients all measured out you start to dump them into the wet ingredients Mingyu mixed.

“Woah, let me do that!” Mingyu stands again and walks over to you.

“Do you not think I’m strong enough to do it myself?” You raise an eyebrow at the man. “I’d like you to know I’ve been hand mixing my batters for years.”

“Oh I don’t doubt it, but I kinda thought that was the thing we had going on here. I’m the brawns, you’re the brain.” While Mingyu is talking he reaches over to grab the bowl out of your hand. “I like to be helpful, okay?”

You snort. “Fine, we can both do it. I pour the dry, you mix it together.”

“You’re not gonna like…get flour all over me are you?” Mingyu asks, suspicion lacing his tone.

“I’m not cliche Kim Mingyu,” you feign offense.

“I’ll trust you…just this once L/N Y/N,” Mingyu plays along, which makes you smile. 

You two finish mixing the batter and you’re putting it in the pan and sending it into the oven. You scraped the bowl out pretty well but there’s still a bit in there and you turn to Mingyu who is back to eating his (now cold) ramen.

“Do you want to lick the bowl?”

“What?”

“Do you want to lick the bowl? Like get all of the batter that’s left.” You get a bit on your finger and lick your finger clean to demonstrate. “It was like the best part of baking when I was growing up.”

“I- uh, sure,” Mingyu agrees and you happily join him at the table to lick the bowl.

You two sit there eating the left over batter and chatting, waiting for the buzzer to go off. You rush over to the oven to taste the brownies. You smile to yourself as you reveal they’re perfectly done. You pull them out of the oven and set them to the side to cool as you start to wash your dishes.

“Oh by the way, do you want any of the brownies?” You turn to Mingyu. “I mean you did help make them.”

“Oh I uh, I don’t like brownies that much,” Mingyu admits, flushing a bit.

“WHAT?! B-but you, you helped me lick the bowl!”

“I know, I know, and the batter was very good, but I’m just not a brownie person so I was gonna say no but you looked so cute asking so I said yes. I’m sorry,” Mingyu tells you.

“If you don’t like brownies why did you stay to help me make them?”

“Because I wanted a reason to spend more time with you,” Mingyu says. “Aish, that’s so embarrassing admitting out loud.”

“I-, I like spending time with you too Mingyu.”

The conversation between you and Mingyu tapers off there until you’re cutting the brownies and putting half on a plate for him. He looks confused when you place them into his hands.

“They’re for your roommates. Don’t think I don’t see their giant sweet tooths.”

Mingyu smiles at this. “You’re so sweet Y/N.” 

You scoff. “It’s only because I think Seokmin is adorable.”

Mingyu makes an exaggerated shocked face and you laugh a bit before grabbing all of your things to haul back to your room. You and Mingyu walk the halls together towards your dorm, a comfortable quiet surrounding you.

You two stop in front of your respective doors when you get to them. Before you can fully walk into your dorm, Mingyu stops you.

“Thanks for letting me hang out with you tonight, it was nice to get my mind off of midterms for a second.”

You smile up at him. “Of course. I enjoyed it as well.”

“And before I lose my cool I’m going to ask you now – would you like to maybe do something like this again after midterms…maybe with coffee this time…?”

You can see the way Mingyu’s ears are tinting pink and you feel your own face starting to heat up. You hide your smile for a second but looking at your feet before looking back at Mingyu. “Are you asking me out on a date, Kim Mingyu?”

“And if I was?”

“Well then I guess I’ll have nothing to do but accept.” You grin up at him. “Tell Seokmin to enjoy those brownies now, okay?” You wink at the man before turning and walking to your dorm, leaving him to celebrate by himself in the hallway. 

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 20

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: no warnings

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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As the reality of making it on Broadway sets in I dedicate myself to self-improvement. I go for lengthy walks or jogs daily either before or after work depending on my shift. I call or text Jensen whenever we can, and decide to give a relationship with him a real shot. 

But, as the week goes on and he prepares to go back to Vancouver to start filming and I busy myself with night rehearsals, work at the cafe, and prep work for my classes, all while attempting to maintain a healthy sleep schedule. My contact with Jensen eventually drops back to sporadic text messages and a range of missed calls on either side. The one thing keeping me from a major meltdown is knowing my best friend will be back Sunday and I’ve already got a coffee date planned for Monday morning.

When I finally lay in bed on Saturday night, getting some much needed relaxation I scroll through my social media feed. Thanks to Jensen’s surprise stunt at the wedding and then his run-in at the barbecue joint, his face is all over my feed. I scroll through the lists of speculations about a secret girlfriend or project in New York. The adrenaline and secrecy makes me smile, but at the same time I’m terrified of the truth coming out before I’m ready. I send a few of the articles to Jensen. Minutes later he’s calling. As I answer I can hear music and other voices in the background and I instantly feel guilty for disrupting his night. 

“Hey Darlin’. Relax. I know about the posts. That’s one of the things my agent called about the other day. I’m handling it.”

“I’m sorry, did I disturb your night? You sound like you’re out. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“I just haven’t had a chance to bring it up, but I’m here now. It doesn’t matter where else I am. You need me, so I’m here. Take a deep breath for me.”

I throw my head back on my pillow and take a deep breath, “There’s no way you’re real…”

“It makes me disappointed in my gender that you think that. It means your standards are low.”

“You don’t exactly get high standards when you’ve dated the people I have…But I really don’t want to talk or think about them. What’s your plan?”

“To treat you like my queen. Prove to you that you deserve the world and that you’re my number one.”

“I uh…I meant about the rumours…But that sounds amazing. It’s not gonna be easy, but I’m rooting for you.”

I hear another voice call out on the other end of the line, “Hey Jensen, go easy on my top shelf whiskey! And get back in here!” I figure it’s just someone else at the party or bar or wherever he is.

“I’m comin’!” He calls out before lowing his voice again, “I promise I’m gonna handle it all, so you can just focus on becoming the star I know you are.”

“Thanks. Sounds like your friends are missing you. You should get back.”

“Only if you’re sure you’re okay? No brisket?”

“No brisket, I’m okay now. I should get some sleep anyway.”

“Alright, Darlin’. Sweet dreams.”

I hang up and snuggle into my bed. 

After a long few hours in the cafe, I sit back at the counter in my apartment infront of my laptop. I fill out the digital forms to drop back to part-time study. I figure with getting fit, rehearsals, work and my new, budding relationship I just don’t have the time or mental capacity for the extra unnecessary stress and workload. And last night just confirmed in my mind that I need to focus on my mental health and wellbeing. Feeling a little disappointed but also relieved, I submit the forms and then focus on the required reading for the acting classes. 

After an hour and a half my eyes are straining and my stomach is growling, I shut my laptop and walk around the island bench to find something to eat. As I make a sandwich I keep glancing over at my face-down phone As I sit down to eat I quickly flip it over and slide up for notifications. I notice a missed call from Stella. I quickly call her back, excited to hear from her after what feels like the longest week ever. 

“Hey, Bestie! How’s married life?”

“Amazing! I’ve had the best week ever! I can’t wait to tell you everything tomorrow!”

“Abridged, please. I need a PG version, M at your worst. You can leave out the X-rated stuff, which I know there would have been plenty of.”

“That takes out 90 per cent of my week! Nah, you know what Nick’s like, we did plenty of PG-rated activities.”

“Speaking of Nick, shouldn’t you guys be enjoying your last afternoon and night before the official end of your honeymoon?”

“You would think…But Mr. Reality-check got back to reality the second we touched down. He’s busy checking mail and paying bills and then onto meal prep. I guess it’s good one of us wants to do that…”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know who I married. It’s sweet really, cause I know he’s only doing it to make the transition easier for both of us, and he knows I’ve been dying to hear your goss!”

“We agreed to talk about everything tomorrow…” I say trying to deflect as I start to pace.

“Yeah, but I’m only gonna get an hour for lunch and that includes travel time to and from the cafe. And I need more than the 45-ish minutes that we’re gonna have left. So, tell me about you and Mr Tall and Sexy.”

“There’s honestly not much to tell…We are a maybe something…a far-fetched possibility…”

“There’s a story there…You need me to come over?”

“No! No…You need to be at home with your husband. In other news! Grease? The audition YOU signed me up for…”

“No way! You got it? Who? Sandy? Frenchy?”

“Understudy…and…Female Student number three.”

“Well, you’re gonna be the best damn Female Student number three to ever bless that stage!”

“That’s the plan, but also, chances are over the six week run I’ll get at least one matinee show as the lead.”

“When that happens, I’ll be in the front row.”

“I know you will. Thanks.”

“I’m glad you got a part. I was worried I was gonna have to get you the junior HR position…”

“Broadway is where I want to be. I’m willing to work for it. It’s my first role and it’s a great position. No one lands the lead as their first role…except for probably Jensen Ackles,” I add under my breath.

“What’d he do? You always wear the blame but it’s always the guys in your life taking advantage, so what did HE do?”

“Nothing…I’ve got so much work to do before classes start this week, and I’ve got rehearsals most nights.”

“Hey, I’m your best friend. You can talk to me.”

“I’ve just got a lot to do. I’m thrilled that you had an amazing honeymoon and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. But go enjoy your night with your husband…”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I know. Enjoy your night.”

“I plan to. Don’t get too in your head about whatever’s going on.”

I sigh and hang up. As I try my best to refocus on the text about tone and enunciation, my mind keeps wandering back to the night before and the endless rumors that I’m caught in the middle of.

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[lains-reality]

hey lain! im so sorry if this post is long asf but i just spent like 25+ minutes reading your posts and replies to anons. i (well ego, actually) has spent every day since she learned about non-dualism seeking something that would "click." she was desperately trying to find what she needed to do to realize self, because as much as she told herself in her mind that she understands non-dualism, she really wasn't understanding. so anyway, she basically just had this feeling of "i'm done trying. this is exhausting and i'm so damn tired of this. there's nothing to try. the fact that i desire things and want to understand things etc., is all irrelevant." so with that, she started scrolling thru your posts, reading them fully rather than skimming them (she's lazy and doesn't like reading all the way, she always just skimmed long posts💀💀)

she just wanted the most simplest understanding on what to do and now she knows that it's literally just to stop identifying with ego. so i, my actual self, literally does not need to ask questions. i do not wonder what to do, all thoughts of "what do i have to fix" is ego. i do not have to convince ego that i am not her because... she isn't real and self doesn't think anyway, so anytime i have one of those exhausting mind battles where i think i'm telling ego that everything is fake and an illusion, i just need to remember that both of those thoughts are literally the ego. so feeling like i need to read more information, or i need to convince myself of something, will always be the ego, not ME. ALL THAT I NEED TO DO IS NOT IDENTIFY WITH EGO.

and let me tell you, i paused reading for a sec to "test it" (not necessarily testing anything but i was just getting into the feeling of not identifying) and i genuinely felt the difference. like i felt what i was supposed to, the freedom and desirelessness yk? every thought in my mind, every feeling i had, any desire i was thinking about "getting" i just said quietly said in my head, not me. that's all ego. and i didn't bother convincing or reassuring myself like "see its just ego so relax, okay i don't need to worry. i'm not ego! remember that!" because the only thing that ever needs reassurance is ego, and reassuring her is identifying with her. i didn't bother trying to "believe" anything because i knew anything further was ego. and if i am not ego, it is absolutely pointless to do anything more than just observe the thoughts and let it pass. i'd be holding my own self back from freedom by doing anything more than observing and letting it pass.

basically i just wanted to share that, because i got this giddy and relieving feeling because i know exactly what i need to do. it's not even something i "need to do", it's not a process, it's just a simple look at anything that makes me feel not free or like i'm desiring and thinking "not me, just ego." and moving on! i already feel less stressed because i'm not trying to achieve desires, i don't feel desire, ego does, but i'm not her so i don't have to fix it or remove the desire, i just let it pass on. i feel so relaxed now and just empty (in a good way. i'm emptied of hopelessness, desire, confusion) the "click" ego wanted so bad is basically this. and its so SIMPLE. i know that the habit of identifying is still kinda there for me though, but understanding the simplicity of this now and not feeling the need to search for "what to do" is gonna make it so easy to break the habit once and for all. thank you so much for your posts lain sincerely. i might delete tumblr to avoid the ego's habit of mindlessly opening the app and scrolling for hours cuz she thinks she needs to find the secret krabby patty formula to realizing self but at the same time your page brings such a comforting and safe feeling that i love 💙💙💙

i'm so glad you understand! it's good that you finally practised, you can read everything and get nowhere if you don't take the leap ♡

keep going!

[scathstudios]

There's Something Beautiful About The Game Hades

Well, year 2 is starting and I feel like I have to get this off my mind before the new year is here or it’s going to rot in my brain and possibly distract me from my plans regarding studies. Anyway, I’ve been playing Hades as a way to relieve stress ever since the game was gifted to me during the summer break and it’s been fun. Incredibly fun. 

There’s so much to love in this game, the character designs, dialogues and story; its plot and themes are really beautiful too. From the main quest of Zagreus (Zag) finding his mother to the other smaller storylines like getting Hypnos an autograph- it was something. Truth be told, I am at a loss of words, trying to pen this down, but I’ll try. 

I remember crying when I first beat Hades and finally got to venture out onto the surface in search of Persphone. I believe it was around my 60th run and it was close to 2 AM. Just me, alone in the study, in the dead of night and Hades had just fallen. I remember my hands shaking, fingers actually feeling numb, cold and a little achy from all the keyboard smashing. But I had finally made it and all that was left was to walk out the gates. 

And I did. I shakily brought Zagreus out to Greece, slowly making his way to the new environment. The sunrise was breathtaking. At that point all I could think of was “So I guess this is what it is; Sublime.” Look out, feeling small and the unknown. (Suddenly the Contextual and Theoretical Studies in Art were making so much sense, eyeing my two friends who will suffer with me next year.) 

Tears were starting to form haha. It got worse(?) when I finally got Zag to the clearing. Meeting Persphone for the first time, the mother who we, Zag really, were searching for since the first run was so emotional. The voice acting and the dialogue really got me here. Zag sounded so lost and small, at that point he wasn’t a God, just a lost son looking for some much needed answers. And Persphone’s shock, followed by anger, trying to kick her own son out- AAA I started crying. It was so sweet when they finally got to an understanding and bonded. Bittersweet when the inevitable happens and the Styx claims Zag, forcing him and Persphone to part. I remember Zag returning to the house and feeling the same anger at Hades and then determination to bust my way out again to see Persphone. 

I’m glad I played this game, and I’m happy to have completed it too.  It was very much a story about not giving up and picking yourself up when you fail. The characters were sweet and endearing with the exception of Zeus and Poseidon, but even they were still fun to laugh at. Hypnos grew on me, even Theseus’ loud talking was laughable in the end hahaha. 

I suppose this game really spoke to me in some way I haven’t really experienced before and it was a well crafted retelling of Greek Myth that was pretty well researched and carefully constructed in such a way it didn’t villainize characters over another. (cough the whole Demeter and Hades plot for example cough - Haven’t been a big fan of their modern retellings for a while now in general.) 

Fun.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far.