#because this just means they will always come running back to him....

[solaceseven]

you storm out in the middle of an argument

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader, sukuna x reader, toji x reader

GOJO - the second you stormed out, gojo was right behind you.

you heard his footsteps almost immediately, quick and determined. of course, he wasn’t going to just let you go—not without a fight.

“leave me alone, gojo,” you snapped over your shoulder, picking up your pace.

“nope.”

you groaned. “i need space.”

“i need you to not walk around alone at night,” he countered, effortlessly keeping up.

you whirled around, frustration bubbling over. “i can protect myself.”

gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know you can. you’re strong, way too strong for me, honestly—i think about it all the time, actually, how you could probably throw me into the sun if you really tried—”

“gojo.”

“right, right, focus.” he exhaled. “i know you can handle yourself. that’s not the point. i just—please, come back home.”

you clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. gojo loved your stubbornness—adored it, actually. but right now, he just wished you’d listen to him.

when you didn’t say anything, he groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “come on—don’t make me get on my knees.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“oh, i would. right here. in the middle of the street.”

you rolled your eyes, turning to keep walking when you finally took in your surroundings. without even realizing it, you’d walked all the way to a 7-eleven.

gojo followed your gaze, then brightened immediately. “oh? a sign from the heavens?” he turned to you with a grin. “ramen?”

you sighed, and gojo, ever the opportunist, pressed on. “my treat.”

“you always pay,” you deadpanned.

“exactly! so, technically, i didn’t even have to say that—but i did, because i’m a generous and loving boyfriend.”

you exhaled, shaking your head. “…yeah, okay.”

gojo beamed like you had just accepted a marriage proposal. “knew you couldn’t resist me.”

you shot him a glare, but he just threw an arm around your shoulder, steering you inside like you hadn’t just been arguing minutes ago.

as he grabbed entirely too many snacks, sneaking extras into your basket with a shit-eating grin, you felt the weight in your chest ease just a little.

you weren’t done being mad at him—not completely. but as he stood beside you at the register, arms full of junk food, nudging you with his elbow like a lovesick fool, you realized—

yeah. you’d be okay.

GETO - suguru doesn’t stop you.

not because he doesn’t care—no, quite the opposite. he watches as you grab your coat, as you storm out, and he lets you go. he knows you need space, and he respects that.

but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to find you.

you don’t know how long you’ve been walking, the frustration from your argument still lingering, but eventually, you find yourself stopping by a quiet street corner. you sigh, rubbing a hand over your face, trying to steady your thoughts—

and then you hear it. a smooth, familiar voice from behind you.

“you’re really making me work for it tonight, huh?”

you whip around, only to see geto standing there, hands tucked casually into his sleeves, watching you with that unreadable expression of his.

you glare. “how did you even find me?”

he tilts his head, amused. “you’re predictable.”

you huff, crossing your arms. “if you’re here to drag me home, don’t bother.”

geto steps closer, slow and easy. “i’m not dragging you anywhere.”

you raise an eyebrow. “then what do you want?”

he exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “you’re upset. i get it. but you know i hate leaving things like this.” he steps beside you, hands still tucked into his sleeves. “so, i figured i’d come find you.”

you don’t answer right away, staring at the ground. then, without warning, your eyes begin to sting. you blink rapidly, willing the tears away, but it’s too late—geto sees it instantly.

his expression shifts, the tension in his shoulders vanishing in an instant. before you can turn away, he’s already in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks with the kind of gentleness that makes your chest ache.

“hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, tilting your face up to him. “don’t cry.” his thumbs brush lightly under your eyes, catching the first traces of tears. “look at me.”

you do, even though it only makes your throat feel tighter.

his brows furrow, guilt flashing across his face. “i’m sorry, okay?” his voice is soft, sincere. “i didn’t mean to upset you.”

you swallow hard, blinking up at him. “…you were being an ass.”

a small, breathy chuckle leaves him. “yeah,” he admits. “i was.”

you sniff, and he immediately wipes away another tear before it can fall, his touch warm and steady. “but i didn’t mean to be,” he continues. “you know that, right?”

you nod.

geto exhales, relief evident in his expression. his hands don’t leave your face, his thumbs still tracing slow, soothing circles against your skin.

“come home?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

you glance away, mumbling, “still mad.”

“i know.” his lips quirk into a small smile. “you can be mad at me at home, too.”

a pause. then, finally—

“okay.”

he doesn’t say anything, just lets his forehead rest lightly against yours for a moment before taking your hand in his, squeezing it once before leading you back home.

NANAMI - the argument had left a bitter weight in your chest, one that you couldn’t shake no matter how much you wanted to. the walls of your shared home felt too tight, too suffocating, so you did the only thing that made sense—you grabbed your coat and walked out.

you didn’t have a destination in mind, just the simple need to move, to put some distance between you and the words that had been thrown too carelessly.

at first, you thought you were alone. but then, a few blocks in, you heard it—steady, familiar footsteps trailing behind you.

you sighed. “kento.”

a pause. “hm?”

you turned slightly, just enough to glance over your shoulder. sure enough, he was there. hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, but present nonetheless. he didn’t try to walk beside you, didn’t call your name or tell you to come home—he was just there.

“you don’t have to follow me,” you muttered.

nanami exhaled slowly, adjusting his tie as he kept his pace behind you. “i know.”

and yet, he didn’t stop.

you didn’t push him away, either.

the night air was crisp, the streets quiet save for the occasional car passing by. you walked, and he followed. neither of you spoke. the argument still lingered between you, raw and unhealed, but for some reason, his quiet presence made it easier to breathe.

eventually, your feet carried you to the park. it was empty this late, just dimly lit by a few scattered streetlights. you found yourself heading toward the swing set, your steps slowing as you lowered yourself onto one of the swings. the chains creaked slightly under your weight.

nanami hesitated for only a second before taking the swing next to you. he didn’t say anything, just sat there, hands resting on his thighs, eyes fixed ahead.

the silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just… there.

after a long moment, you broke it.

“we’re going to be okay, right?” your voice was quieter than you intended, but you didn’t correct it.

nanami didn’t answer immediately. he let out a slow breath.

“yeah,” he said, firm, certain. “we’re going to be okay.”

and for the first time since the argument, you let yourself believe it.

SUKUNA - the door had barely swung shut before you heard heavy footsteps behind you.

you had barely made it down the front steps when a clawed hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you to a stop.

sukuna’s grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm—unrelenting. “where do you think you’re going?” his voice was low, edged with something unreadable.

you didn’t turn to face him. “i need to cool off.”

his fingers twitched against your skin. “tch. you can cool off inside.”

you exhaled sharply, attempting to pull away, but he didn’t let you. his grip remained steady, grounding. “i don’t want to be inside right now, sukuna.”

“and i don’t want you wandering off alone.”

you finally turned, eyes burning with frustration. “i can take care of myself.”

his expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his crimson gaze. “i know you can.” his tone softened, just barely. “that’s not the point.”

silence settled between you, tense and heavy. the night air was cool against your skin, the world around you quiet. your breathing was uneven, your heart still pounding from the argument. you wanted to be stubborn, to keep walking just to prove a point.

but sukuna didn’t let go.

for a long moment, he just looked at you. not with anger, not with amusement—just quiet, unreadable intensity. and then, after a sigh that sounded almost reluctant, his grip loosened. his hand slid down to take yours, fingers wrapping around yours in a way that felt less like restraint and more like holding on.

“come back inside,” he muttered. his voice wasn’t commanding, not like before. it was something else. something almost pleading.

you hesitated, still upset, still wanting to fight. but his hand was warm, solid, there. the fight had drained out of you, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

after a long pause, you sighed, giving his fingers a small squeeze before turning back toward the house.

sukuna didn’t say anything, just followed beside you, his hand never leaving yours. when you stepped inside, he made sure the door was locked behind you, his movements slow, deliberate. neither of you spoke as he guided you toward the bedroom, the silence no longer suffocating but something quieter, softer.

the argument wasn’t over. you weren’t ready to let it go. but as sukuna’s grip lingered, steady and sure, you knew—

you two were going to be okay.

TOJI - toji doesn’t follow you. at least, not right away.

he watches as you storm out, jaw clenched, arms crossed, your anger still crackling in the air like static. he lets you leave, doesn’t call after you, doesn’t chase you down. he just sits there, rubbing a hand over his face with a deep sigh.

but after a few minutes, he clicks his tongue, grabs his jacket, and heads out after you.

he knows you—knows you’re stubborn, knows you need space, but he also knows it’s late, and he’ll be damned if he lets you wander around alone.

it doesn’t take long to find you. you’re sitting on a bench at some quiet little bus stop, arms hugged around yourself, your knee bouncing impatiently. toji exhales, shoving his hands in his pockets as he makes his way over.

you glance up when he steps in front of you, glaring. “go away.”

“not happening,” he says flatly.

you scoff, turning your head. “i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“good,” he deadpans. “cause i ain’t here to talk.”

you blink, caught off guard, looking at him. he just shrugs. “you needed space, so i gave it to ya. now i’m just gonna sit here and shut up.”

and with that, toji plops down onto the bench next to you, spreading his legs wide, leaning back like this is the most natural thing in the world.

you stare at him. “you’re kidding.”

“nah.” he closes his eyes, tilting his head back. “go on. be mad.”

you are mad. but suddenly, it feels a little ridiculous.

the two of you sit there in silence, the sounds of the city buzzing faintly in the distance. the weight of the argument still lingers, but toji’s presence, solid and unshaken, makes it feel smaller. like it’s not going to swallow you whole.

after a while, he cracks an eye open, side-eyeing you. “you done sulking yet?”

you huff. “i’m not sulking.”

“yeah, yeah.” he stretches, rolling his shoulders. “c’mon. let’s go.”

you hesitate. “i dunno…”

he stands up, glancing down at you. “i’ll buy you food.”

you squint. “bribery?”

toji smirks. “call it what ya want. just get up.”

you sigh, but when he holds a hand out to you, you take it. his grip is warm, steady, and when he tugs you to your feet, he doesn’t let go.

“where are we going?” you mumble.

“dunno.” he shrugs. “we’ll figure it out.”

and somehow, that’s enough.

[sakuraszn]

in love with you writhing babe💖

Is it okay to request headcannons about the mha Boys+Hawks reacting to their child clinging more to them than to reader, which makes reader a bit sad ?

awww thank you babes! I actually appreciate it sm, sorry that I’m just now seeing this I hope your still here to read it😅 !

request/summary: MHA characters reacting to their child clinging more to them than to reader, which makes reader a bit sad.

ft. ejirou kirishima, katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki and keigo takami (hawks)

Eijiro Kirishima | The Ultimate Soft Dad

𖥔 Kirishima is hands down the biggest softie when it comes to his kid. The moment they were born, he swore to be the most present, reliable dad ever. (+ and he cried the loudest once he cradled them in his arms)

𖥔 He’s the fun parent—always down to play, wrestle, and go on little adventures around the house.

𖥔 His kid sees him as a walking jungle gym, constantly climbing onto his shoulders or clinging to his arm like a baby koala. especially when he’s doing home workouts.

𖥔 He doesn’t realize at first that his little one favors him over you because he just assumes they love you both equally.

𖥔 Once he notices, though, and sees the sad look on your face when your child turns away from your hugs in favor of his, he immediately wants to fix it.

You sigh, watching as your toddler scrambles out of your lap the second Kirishima enters the room. The second your little one sees him, they light up like fireworks.

“DADDY!!” they yell, tiny feet padding as fast as they run toward him with their arms wide open.

Kirishima grins, scooping them up easily and throwing them in the air just enough to make them giggle before catching them securely. “Hey, Little Rock! Missed me?”

They nod rapidly, wrapping their tiny arms around his neck and burying their face into his shoulder. Your smile falters just slightly.

You weren’t mad—how could you be? Kirishima was a wonderful dad. scratch that, he was an incredible dad! But lately, it seemed like no matter how much you tried, your child always wanted him over you. If you reached for them, they’d whine and scramble to Kirishima instead.

Kirishima notices your expression, his smile dimming. “Hey, why don’t you give Mama some hugs too, huh?” He gently pulls them back so they can look at him. “Mama has the warmest hugs ever! Look.” He says as he pulls you in by the waist and brings you into a family hug and of course, you hug him back.

Your child fidgets, looking between the two of you, before shyly reaching for you. You brighten up immediately, taking them into your arms.

Kirishima wraps his arms around both of you, kissing the side of your head. “See? Now we’re a team hug.”

You laugh softly, leaning into him as your little one relaxes in your arms. “A team hug, huh?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re just as important as I am, babe. We’ll make sure they know that.” He kisses your lips.

“ewwww!” your child exclaims covering their eyes in disgust.

You and kirishima laughed loudly.

God, you just loved your husband.

Katsuki Bakugo | The Unintentional Favorite

𖥔 Bakugo never expected to be the favorite parent—he thought for sure it’d be you.

* he struggled with parenting at first because he wasn’t too good with kids but gradually become decent at it.

𖥔 He’s gruff, not overly affectionate, and doesn’t baby his kid, yet for some reason, they cling to him like he’s their whole world.

𖥔 It’s probably because they see him as strong and reliable (plus, he’s a human heater, which helps with nap time).

𖥔 He pretends to be annoyed by their clinginess, but everyone can tell he secretly loves it.

𖥔 The moment he realizes you’re feeling a little left out, he goes into full damage control mode—though in his own Bakugo way.

“Tch, what do ya mean you don’t want Mommy?” Bakugo scowls down at your toddler, who’s gripping onto his pant leg like their life depends on it.

They shake their head stubbornly, burying their face against his leg. You sit on the couch, trying not to let it get to you. It wasn’t like you didn’t spend time with your child—you did. But lately, they only wanted your husband.

“You little brat,” he mutters, bending down to scoop them up effortlessly. “What, am I just your personal ride now?”

Your child giggles, clearly taking that as a yes.

You sigh softly, getting up from the couch. “I’m gonna go clean up the kitchen—”

Before you can walk away, Bakugo suddenly grabs your wrist. You blink in surprise as he pulls you in and shifts your child to one arm, freeing the other so he can tug you against his chest.

“The hell ya think you’re goin’?” he grumbles. “We’re a package deal, dumbass.”

You blink, then feel the small arms of your toddler wrap around your neck. Hesitantly, you hold them, and for once, they don’t try to escape.

Bakugo scoffs. “See? They just need to be reminded you’re just as awesome as me.”

You smile, leaning into him as your cheeks warm up from the compliment. “Thanks, Katsu.”

He grunts. “Yeah, yeah. Now, let’s go and make dinner. We’re all eating together, got it?”

“Got it!” your baby yelled out in your arms

A laugh bubbles up in your throat. Even if he wouldn’t say it outright, you knew he cared.

Izuku Midoriya | The Overthinker Dad

𖥔 Midoriya is so proud to be a dad—he litterally documents everything, from their first words to their first steps.

𖥔 He’s a mix between playful and gentle, making him the perfect comfort parent.

𖥔 He also the good cop between you two

𖥔 His child sticks to him like glue, always holding onto his fingers when walking places or snuggling into his chest when it’s time to go to sleep.

𖥔 He panics the moment he realizes they favor him over you, feeling immense guilt.

𖥔 He actively tries to push them towards you more, but it backfires sometimes..

Midoriya watches as your toddler scurries away from your arms, straight into his once he gets back from the store. He chuckles nervously, picking them up, but when he glances at you, he sees the sadness in your eyes.

His heart drops.

That night, when the baby is asleep, he turns to you, wringing his hands. “I think—I think I did something wrong.”

You blink. “What do you mean?”

He gestures wildly. “They—They always want to be around me! What if I’m taking up too much space? What if I—”

You grab his cheeks, squeezing them making him stop his rambling and look up at you with his big green eyes.

“Izuku, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“But it makes you upset,” he murmurs, looking guilty.

You smile softly. “Yeah, a little. But they love me too.”

His brows furrow before he suddenly pulls you into a hug. “I’ll make sure they show it more. You’re their mom, you deserve all the love.”

You laugh gently knowing he will do his best to keep that promise.

Shoto Todoroki | The Unbothered but Observant Dad

𖥔 Obviously, Todoroki is the calmest, gentlest dad—his child sees him as a source of warmth and safety naturally.

𖥔 He doesn’t mind being clung to, though he finds it fascinating because he isn’t to fond o

𖥔 He’s very observant, so he notices immediately when you feel left out. a little too quickly..

𖥔 Without making a big deal, he starts nudging your child toward you in small ways.

You sigh as your toddler once again chooses Todoroki’s arms over yours. Not trying to make a big deal out of it you don’t say anything, but he notices.

That night, as your child fights sleep, Todoroki gently whispers, “Mama gives the best goodnight kisses.”

Your toddler looks up, curious. “Really?”

He nods. “Mhm. Better than mine.”

Hesitantly, they turn to you. You blink in surprise before pressing a soft kiss to their forehead. They giggle, snuggling into you.

Todoroki watches, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

Mission success !

Keigo Takami | The Playful but Protective Dad

𖥔 You cannot tell me Hawks isn’t the ultimate fun dad, his child sees him as the cool, flying hero.

𖥔 because of that they cling to him constantly, loving the thrill of being in his beefy arms.

𖥔 He doesn’t realize you feel left out at first but immediately takes action once he does.

𖥔 He starts making it a game—turning their attention to you in fun ways. [love him for that]

“Alright, little bird,” Hawks coos, “time for Mama cuddles.”

Your toddler pouts. “But Dada flies!”

Hawks grins, then suddenly scoops you both up with his wings. “Then let’s all fly.”

You yelp as he effortlessly lifts you, his wings keeping you steady. Your child giggles, clinging to you now instead.

Hawks smirks. “See? Mama’s way more fun than me.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart feels full.

Hawks winks. “Team effort, babe.” He says as he gives you a quick peck to the cheek and smiles.

And just like that, things feel balanced again.

©sakuraszn! xoxo

[spnfic85]

OKAY OKAY OKAY Soooo this has been floating around in my head rent-free for the past few days and today I COULDN'T HELP IT!!!

I thought Oblivious!Reader x Dean Winchester would be presh, but then I wondered what would happen if Dean finally just gave up and kissed the oblivious little creature until she understood. Ah hek. I hope this is okay, but OH GAWD did you inspire me!

Forevermore

Oblivious!Plus-size Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: Minors- DNI, Smut, angst (?)

Word Count: 2804

You looked up at Dean’s emerald greens as they flickered between your confused gaze. Your hands trembled in his as you processed the words he just growled to you in the waning dusk of the small kitchen of your apartment.

“Damnit Y/N- I said I’m in love with you!”

“What do you-” Your words are cut off with Dean’s firm kiss as he frames your jaw in his hands and tentatively drags his tongue feather light across your bottom lip. You gasped, realizing he meant every word and felt your hands tighten on his open flannel as your mouth opened to his invitation.

Your thoughts tumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with fervor. The flowers on the kitchen counter went ignored as Dean groaned into your mouth and backed you against the edge of the sink as if you’d disappear any moment from his hands.

“Waited so fucking long for this…” He murmured and pressed his forehead to yours as you both gasped for breath in the quiet. Your heart raced in your chest as you thought back to all the times he’s swung by with a coffee or some little trinket from his last hunt. All the times you’ve flushed as he’s mentioned a top he liked on you. You thought he just approved of the band or liked the colors.

He’s just being nice. You’d murmur to yourself, there was no way it was anything else between the pair of you.

He watched out for you like a big brother, right?

“Dean…” You murmured, “I don’t- I don’t understand.” You admitted looking up at him again, brows knit in confusion.

You saw the street light turn on from the kitchen window and you bit your lip as he looked at you gently, “Baby girl, what else do I need to do to prove it to you?” He looked at you in dismay, “I-I’ve tried so many things to show you what you mean to me…” Your heart broke at the loss in his eyes, the pain it inadvertently had caused him.

Your eyes rimmed in stinging tears and you chewed on your bottom lip as you continued to run more and more interactions through your mind. You wanted to scream, you were so mad at yourself for being oblivious to him.

You shook your head, “I can’t believe…” You murmured and he chuckled. The rumble traveled through your chest and you realized you were pressed flush to his torso. You felt your face heat as you turned beet red and you laughed bashfully. Dean’s thumb ran along your cheek as he peeked down to look you in the eye again with a small smile.

“Hey now, don’t get shy on me, baby girl.” Your eyes fluttered up to his and you smiled slightly, “That’s better. I’ve waited too long for you to look at me like that.” He rumbled and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss before pulling away slightly. “I really am in love with you.” He murmurs softly, “Think I’ve been a lot longer than I realized, too.” It was his turn to flush crimson as you laughed softly at his admission.

“I didn’t think you felt that way for me… I just assumed you were being nice or watching out for me because… Because that’s the kind of thing you did, Dean.” You admitted.

Dean deserved your honesty, he deserved that in the least. He had always made sure to drive through your area, stopping in when he was in between hunts. You thought he was just keen on a hot shower and a meal that didn’t come from a drive thru. If anything, the random gifts were small payments or tokens of gratitude, something Dean has done since you two were young.

Dean took your hand and walked you to the couch and sat you down. He looked terrified, and you had only seen that look twice before. Both times he thought he was losing Sammy, struggling to hold on to what he held most dear.

“I’d want nothing more than to spend the rest of my days showing you how much I love you.” He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You chewed your lip, searching for the crack in his resolve, begging the gods to let this be true. This man opening his soul to you couldn’t be a hallucination, there could be no way… Right…?

Finally, something snapped in you and all at once, you decided to leap head first into whatever Dean had to offer. All at once, something told you this was something you shouldn’t let slip past. You wrapped your arms around his neck again and kissed him desperately while climbing in his lap. You slipped your fingers along the back of his neck, palms framing his face as you rocked your hips into his lap and nipped for more. Dean groaned, hands braced on your plush hips as he pulled you down on his obvious erection.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” He panted, nipping and sucking along your throat and shoulder.

You shook your head and whined softly, pulling at the hair on his nape. He cursed softly and stood with your bottom in his hands, making you squeal, while he marched to your bedroom down the hall.

You gasped as he laid you on your bed, reverently looking over your form as your chest fluttered to catch your breath. You reached up to him, your thighs dropping open in invitation and he felt as if he levitated to you in the bed. His hand shakes softly as he runs it down your side, his palm framing your hip as his other arm braced beside your head to keep his weight off of you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured softly as you rolled your hips up against his as they rocked into you of their own free will. Your face flushed and you drug your nails gently down his covered shoulders. Dean closed his eyes as he sighed and rocked into you a bit harder. You gasped sharply, lining yourself against him to tease at your sensitive clit.

Your once baggy tee was riding up your torso, as your nipples pebbled against the soft cotton. Dean looked down almost drunkenly as his hand on your hip teased at the hem of your shirt before splaying over your soft belly, inching towards the hidden curve of your breast.

Your hand moved over top of your shirt, as you dragged his hand higher, pulling the shirt with it, until his palm cupped the soft flesh and carefully squeezed. You moaned as his thumb brushed the taut nipple and made your back arch against him. He murmured affirmations as he kissed along your throat, nibbling at your shoulder, before ghosting over your shirt and under it before his mouth wrapped around the tight bud of the breast in his hand as he groaned. You panted, a warm breath fanning over the top of Dean’s head as you looked down as lightning traveled down to the apex of your thighs and settled low in your pelvis.

Dean’s warm mouth kissed across the valley of your chest and settled on your neglected nipple, while his fingers massaged, pinched, and gently twisted at the other. The sound that escaped your throat sounded raw from the attention and he responded in a similar grunt. Your fingers moved over his shoulder, pushing the open flannel down his biceps.

He paused, realizing what you wanted, and sat up on his knees to shrug off the flannel, before reaching over his head to grab the collar of his black tee, and pull it over his head in one fluid move. You watched him wide-eyed as he looked down on you like a starved man.

“May I?” He asked, reaching for the bunched tee above your breasts. You nodded and sat up, slipping your arms free quickly before he advanced on you again. Dean pressed his torso to yours as he kissed you deeply, hands roving every curve, dip, and valley on your body. Your hands shook as they held his shoulders, nails raking down his biceps.

Your hands continued to move down sculpted muscles, snagging on the belt buckle on his jeans. Dean's hands moved along your hips and bottom, making your hands stumble with the buckle as he pulled your hips against his again.

Before you could unbutton his jeans, he slid from your grasp, his hands grabbing the waistband of your leggings. You whined as you felt your face flush at his stare, and he cooed at you how beautiful you were as he tugged your leggings and panties from your frame. When you glanced up at him from under your lashes, your breath was snatched away at the look in Dean’s eyes as he dragged his gaze over your form. A look of yearning, of need, as if he looked upon one of the wonders of the world. Your heart crashed against your ribs as he moved his hands up your thighs, pulling you open and closer to him as he stood on his knees before you in worship.

His moves were deliberate, keeping his eyes locked to yours as his shoulders nestled between your thighs, begging them to open wider. As his soft, full lips moved over your hot core. And you whimpered as his tongue struck out, wide and thick as he dragged a stripe up your folds. Your hips lifted before Dean draped an arm over your pelvis to keep you still as he groaned into your sticky wetness. You moaned loudly as he quickly found the tight bundle of nerves and sucked gently. It took little time for your thighs to quake as your climax exploded through you. Dean lapped at you, groaning at the gift your body rewarded him with.

You were so sensitive, you felt your voice shake as you begged him. “Please Dean, please…” You were unsure what you needed, but you knew he was the apex of your ache. He murmured softly as he kissed your inner thigh and gently drew a finger along your slit, covering the digit in your slick. He blew gently on your clit as he sunk his middle finger into you to the knuckle. Your nails bit into his shoulder as you rocked down on his hand with an almost feral moan.

You were vaguely aware of the praises that tumbled out of your mouth as he moved slowly, coaxing your walls to relax and accept his thick finger. His mouth found your clit as he pumped a few times, before his index finger nudged for entrance. The stretch was a delightful burn as you mewled his name breathlessly.

Your body was buzzing from your climax, and it seemed the buzzing grew loudly as you hurtled towards another as he pumped two fingers into your body, curling them inward just right as his tongue ran circles on your clit. Your thighs pressed down on either side of Dean’s head, his shadow of stubble scraping the sensitive flesh, as you felt your walls clamp down on his digits and your body thrashed as wave after wave crashed over your body in euphoria. Your sight flared bright white along the edges as you screamed his name in your dark apartment.

You heard a bang on the wall across your room and you flushed in embarrassment as Dean chuckled and lapped gently at your folds. “Don’t be embarrassed baby girl. Let them know who makes you feel like this…” He smirked wickedly at you, pulling his fingers from your core. You whimpered at the empty feeling it left you but he shushed you softly as he pressed the two fingers to your swollen lips. You looked up at him in silent understanding and let your jaw drop, sucking the two slick fingers in your mouth. “Fu-uck Baby Girl…” He murmured as you closed your eyes for a moment to imagine yourself cleaning another part of him in this manner. You pulled from his fingers with a pop and let your mouth hang open slightly as he drew his middle finger over your bottom lip. “Gonna find out what that pretty mouth feels like later… Don’t think I can wait much longer right now though…” His voice was a deep umber, molten iron through your veins. A shiver spiked down your spine and radiated through your belly.

“Please Dean…” You murmur, “Please…” Your hands drag down his torso, catching on the button to his jeans again. He stared at you entranced, before nodding dumbly. His hands met yours as he helped unbutton the jeans with ease. You bit your lip as you finally freed his member and gasped softly. You had heard him joke on more than one occasion with his brother or friends that he was well endowed. That he had earned his cocky confidence with women when he had a roll in the hay. But no jokes had prepared you for what he was now displaying to you.

He was thick, long, and uncut. It twitched heavily under your watchful gaze and you looked up at him breathless once your eyes raced the length of veins. You pulled the jeans and boxers down his thick thighs before your lips crashed into his again as Dean laid you back down on the bed. His hips nestled between your thighs made you both sigh at the rightness you felt.

This was where Dean was meant to be. Your souls sang as he kissed you deeply. You dropped one of your hands between your bodies and gently dragged your fingers over the firm shaft. You rocked your hips slightly before lining him to your entrance. Dean nibbled at your throat as he thrust towards you carefully and felt your tight heat envelop him. You panted softly as your body accepted him, with each thrust bringing you closer together.

Dean moved slowly, reverently, as he kissed your lips as if you were his very breath itself. You clung to him as he rolled his hips into yours and ground against your sensitive bud. Your nails bit Dean’s back as he carefully picked up the pace. Your thighs moved high on his waist, as your moans filled the air along with the squelch of your body taking everything Dean offered you.

“So perfect Baby Girl,” He groaned, “Everything I prayed for, you’re it Baby.”

You whimpered, words long lost as he picked up the pace and started to pound into you as your walls clenched around his girth. Dean cursed as he felt your climax threaten to envelop you both as his mouth latched on a rigid nipple's bud as his hands gripped your thighs open, pressing your knees to each side of your chest.

You cried out as your back arched, your legs shook, and your walls clamped down on Dean, making it impossible to pull away. He groaned and ground into you, his pelvis smashing down on your bud as he came hard. You realized you were chanting his name as you came down, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you both panted hard as you caught your breath. Dean didn’t move from you as he peppered you with butterfly soft kisses as he murmured praises. Your fingers ran through his now damp hair as he settled a bit above you, leaning on one arm as he looked down at you in amazement.

“I should have done this forever ago…” He murmured with a wry grin. You laughed softly and nodded before kissing the big idiot above you and pulling him down into the bed.

Neither of you missed the grumbled complaint from the apartment over and you flushed crimson. “Mister Jenkins probably hates me now.” You murmured bashfully.

Dean scoffed and shook his head, “It’s impossible to hate you,” He murmured and kissed your nose, “But he definitely doesn’t like me now.” He chuckled with a smug grin.

You shushed him and smiled as he pulled you close to him, arms wrapping around you as you both got comfortable. He took a deep breath in before kissing the crown of your head, “Please never wonder if I love you Baby Girl… You are my world, forever and always.” He murmured softly in the dark.

You smiled into his chest and kissed over his heart, “My heart is yours forevermore.” You murmured as you felt sleep pull you away from the conversation. Your senses were filled with the man you adored, a fanciful thought actually fulfilled as you lay in his arms. And to imagine- this was real, this man really loved you… You wouldn’t waste another moment with him, never again.

Masterlist

my favorite fucking trope is chubby!reader living your life completely oblivious to the fact that the literal man of your dreams is in love with you and you're none the wiser.

like - you just traipse through life like "well he wouldn't like me back so it's wtv" all nonchalant and shit while the poor man is literally falling over himself trying to get it through your head that HEYYY that's not right??? i'm literally in love with you??? i worship the ground you walk on???? i'll do whatever you want????

and bless your heart, you see every single time he tries to hit on you as an act of kindness:

"awww, he got me (insert fav food here) cus i said i was hungry, what a nice guy!"

"he complimented my outfit! he must've liked the color of my shirt!"

"wow, he seems to be zoning out a lot, i hope he's okay!" (he's been staring at your lips for the past five minutes)

and he just... doesn't know what to do to make you see what he sees.

like you're so gorgeous and funny and why wouldn't he like you??

he's convinced that if he were to stand in front of you and tell you he loves you, you'd be like, "I love you too! you're such a good friend!"

(which has happened before and a little part of him died inside)

it literally takes him everything in his power to make you realize his feelings, and you just stand there for a moment, seemingly connecting the dots over the past few months, and all you can come up with is a small, dumb, "oh."

lord give him the strength.

[lucysarah-c]

Hey! Do you think Levi would “tease” you for example during a meeting? Like put his hand on your thigh and run his hand over your clothed crotch… Would he become mad if WE tease him?

Anyway, thanks for your great works and attention to your followers💗💗💗💗

Hey, how are you?

Thank you so much for saying that! I always say this—what makes this blog feel alive is you. You and everyone who stops by, who likes, who sends comments—so thank you, thank you, and thank you for being you, for trusting me with your thoughts, and for making this space so much fun.

Alright, let’s get into these scenarios—you gave me two, but I’m starting with the second one (I shouldn’t, but I will).

Teasing Levi—Know the Two Looks

If you want to tease Levi, you need to understand the two types of looks he’ll give you. And you have to learn them fast, because one is a dead-end, and the other? Well, that one can get you exactly what you want—but not without consequences.

The first look is his true deadpan. This one means, "Do not go there. I’m not in the mood." You press him here, and you’re setting yourself up for failure. Levi isn’t someone who likes being challenged when he’s genuinely done with everyone’s bullshit. If you push him in this mood, you’re not getting a flirty reaction—you’re getting a lecture. Especially, during a meeting. Levi is a workaholic, if his mind is set on work do not bother him.

Now, the second look—that’s the real game. This is the one that says, "Don’t test me." But if you’re smart, you know you can. It’s a warning, yes, but not a serious one. If you play your cards right, you’ll get out of there with a very different outcome—one that involves being pinned against a door instead of thrown out of an office. But if its the right type of askance look, you know which buttons to press. Be careful down, you´re down to be taught exactly what happens when you press those. No work done after the meeting for sure.

For example, say you’re in a meeting. Levi is a workaholic, and he takes his position seriously. But if it’s one of those endless, pointless meetings where everyone is just talking in circles, he’s already tuned out. And then he looks over—at you.

And suddenly, your ODM harness has never fit better. Your legs have never looked stronger. Your gear is pressing in all the right places, your shirt is just tight enough. Since when does the belt of the harness under your tits make them seem so perky? and Levi? He’s seeing it. He’s not just glancing—he’s looking. And when Levi looks like that, oh, he’s in for it.

Because here’s the thing about Levi: there’s a part of him—sharp, cocky, and untamed—that he buried when he became a captain. But it’s still there. And if he decides to let it out? Oh, you’re in for a ride.

He’s not just sassy—he’s dangerous. He’s not just cheeky—he’s insatiable. He takes what he wants.

And if you press his buttons just right? He’s pressing right the hell back.

One second, you’re whispering, telling him to behave because someone is still talking in front of you. The next, his hand is on your thigh, his fingers tracing just enough to make you lose focus. You glare at him, silently telling him to stop, but he smirks—because you don’t want him to stop. You´re fighting against the urge of rocking against the chair or his sneaky hand.

And he knows it.

Levi doesn’t just tease—he makes you suffer for it. Maybe you blush. Maybe your breath hitches. Maybe you swallow too hard, and suddenly, he’s the one murmuring, "Throat dry?" knowing damn well that’s not the problem.

And the worst part? He’s not subtle. Not even a little.

Because when that little Underground famous thug side of him comes out? Oh, baby, it’s over.

That’s the moment you’ll wish you had met him back in the Underground. Because that Levi? The one with no rules? He would’ve had you pinned against those damp, stone walls before you could even catch your breath. No time to think, no time to argue—just pure, raw instinct.

Because when Levi decides it’s over for you? You have no choice. He’s getting what he wants. And you’re going to love every second of it. That Levi, thug Levi, he likes it quick, he likes it steamy, hot and strong. Be ready to be fucked in the first cleaning closet he finds out of that office.

I had so much fun writing this one—thank you, thank you! 💋 Have a lovely day or night! Kisses!

[hy6erion]

I'm BEGGING you to write Jayce x chubby!reader. On my knees istg. Love your work ❤️

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭! 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 (´-ω-`)

𝐒𝐅𝐖

✰ Jayce ADORES your body.

✰ Jayce isn’t just “fine” with you—he worships you. He loves how soft and plush you are, and he makes sure you know it. He doesn’t just casually compliment you; he makes a whole show out of it.

✰ If you’re insecure, he’s immediately shutting that down. “What do you mean?? That’s my favorite part. Every inch of you is perfect, babe.”

✰ He’s always touching you—whether it’s resting a hand on your thigh, pulling you into his lap, or running his fingers along your arms and waist. He’s obsessed with the way your body feels against his, how there’s no sharp angles, just warmth.

✰ He loves seeing you in tight clothes. You might feel a bit shy about it, but to him, it’s heaven. A body-hugging dress? A fitted blouse that highlights your curves? He’s struggling to keep his hands to himself.

✰ “You don’t even know how unfair you are,” he murmurs in your ear, hands sneaking around your waist.

✰ He’s a big guy, but he still thinks you’re the one who’s perfect for cuddling.

✰ Jayce is HUGE—broad shoulders, solid muscle, built like a damn statue. But when it comes to cuddling, he thinks you’re perfect.

✰ He’ll often just collapse onto you, resting his head on your chest or lap, claiming it’s “the most comfortable pillow in all of Piltover.”

✰ He’s obsessed with holding you, especially when you’re lying in bed. He loves draping an arm over your stomach or wrapping around you from behind. He likes feeling you there, soft and warm against him.

✰ If you ever complain about feeling “too heavy” to sit on his lap? He looks offended. “Babe, do you know how much I lift every day? You think I can’t handle you? Sit.”

✰ He spoils you, and he won’t take no for an answer.

✰ If you ever hesitate to buy nice clothes because of sizing issues or self-consciousness, Jayce takes it personally. He insists on finding you pieces that make you feel stunning. “If they don’t make your size, we’ll get it custom-made. Problem solved.”

✰ He’s your biggest hype man.

✰ He hypes you up constantly—if you’re trying on outfits, walking down the street, or just existing, he’s there, hyping you up.

✰ “You’re the most beautiful person in any room you walk into,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

✰ If anyone dares to make a rude comment about your weight? Jayce loses it. He’s instantly at your side, towering over whoever said it, his usual easygoing demeanor vanishing. “Say that again. I dare you.”

✰ But more than defending you, he makes sure you don’t believe those words. He reminds you every day how much he adores you.

✰ Loves lifting you

✰ He finds any excuse to pick you up—bridal style, over his shoulder, whatever he can get away with.

✰ If you’re hesitant about it, he’ll prove to you just how easy it is for him. He lifts you effortlessly, flexing his muscles just to show off. “Told you,” he smirks.

✰ He loves feeling your soft thighs around his waist when you wrap your legs around him.

✰ Loves laying his head on your soft stomach after a long day. “This is heaven,” he mumbles against your skin.

✰ He adores giving you massages—his big, strong hands kneading into your plush thighs, rubbing your back, or pressing into your shoulders after a stressful day.

✰ Always grabs a handful of your thigh when he’s driving, idly stroking your skin.

✰ If you have dimples, stretch marks, or any little details you’re insecure about, he makes sure you know they’re beautiful. He’ll trace them with his fingers and murmur sweet things against your skin.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

✰ Jayce loses his mind when he gets you naked. The way your body spreads out on the bed? The way your plush thighs press together? He’s HARD before he even touches you.

✰ He loves grabbing handfuls of you. Your hips, your waist, your thighs—he kneads and squeezes as he fucks into you, groaning about how perfect you feel.

✰ If you’re on top, he worships the way your body moves with each movement. He grips your hips, watches you ride him, eyes glazed over with pure lust. “Fuck, babe—keep going, let me see you.”

✰ He loves eating you out. He’ll grab your thick thighs and press them apart, burying himself between them, kissing and biting and sucking at your inner thighs before finally eating you like a man starved.

✰ “You taste so fucking sweet,” he groans against you.

✰ He lives for pressing you against a surface—bending you over a desk, pinning you against a wall, keeping you trapped between his broad chest and whatever’s behind you.

✰ He’s obsessed with the feeling of your plush thighs gripping him while he pounds into you. He’ll grab your legs, hold them apart, and lose himself in the feeling of your softness around him.

✰ “You’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking had,” he groans, voice rough as he fucks into you.

✰ He groans every time he palms your ass, running his hands over your thick thighs, gripping your love handles like they were made for him to hold.

✰ "Fuck, babe," he mutters, his big hands roaming your body. "You have no idea how perfect you are."

✰ He makes it a point to show you just how much he loves every soft, thick, plush inch of you-especially if you're insecure. He wants you to feel sexy.

✰ "You think I want someone else when I could have this?" he growls, gripping your ass and pulling you against his hard cock.

✰ He loves marking you up—your neck, your shoulders, your thighs. He wants to see bruises, bites, little love marks that remind you just how much he wants you.

✰ Aftercare is just as intense. He adores holding you afterward, pulling you close against his chest, stroking your back while whispering how much he loves you.

Jayce doesn’t just tolerate your body—he loves it, worships it, is utterly obsessed with it. He wants to make sure you never feel insecure, never doubt your worth, and always know just how deeply he desires you. Whether he’s holding you close, lifting you effortlessly, or showing you just how good he can make you feel—he’s there, making sure you know he’s never letting you go.

[writeriguess]

hiii can i request katsuki x reader where they call each other by their first names for the very first time?

Say It Again

The rooftop was quiet except for the faint hum of the city below, a distant melody of cars, chatter, and the occasional siren. The night sky stretched endlessly above, painted in hues of deep blue and black, speckled with stars that flickered like tiny embers.

You sat beside Bakugo, the cool concrete beneath you barely noticeable as you stretched your legs out. The two of you had ended up here after a long day of training, neither quite ready to return to the dorms just yet.

Bakugo leaned back on his hands, his usual scowl slightly relaxed, though his sharp red eyes remained fixed on the skyline. It was rare to see him like this—silent, still, almost peaceful.

You took a deep breath, the crisp air filling your lungs before exhaling softly. "Tired?" you asked, glancing at him.

He snorted. "Tch. As if. I don’t get tired that easily."

You smiled, already expecting that answer. "Right, right. Pro Hero Bakugo never gets tired."

His lips twitched, as if he was holding back a smirk, but he didn’t say anything.

Silence settled between you again—not awkward, but comfortable. You’d known Bakugo long enough to understand that he wasn’t one for useless conversation. Being able to sit beside him, enjoying the night without the need to fill the air with words, was something you had come to appreciate.

Still, there was something different tonight. A shift in the air between you.

You fiddled with the hem of your sleeve, hesitating before you finally spoke.

“…Katsuki.”

The name felt foreign on your tongue, almost strange to say out loud.

Beside you, Bakugo stiffened.

You felt your heart lurch at his reaction. Maybe you shouldn’t have said it. Maybe it was too—

“Say it again.”

His voice was quiet, but there was something intense beneath it.

You swallowed. “…Katsuki.”

His breath hitched, barely noticeable, but you caught it. His gaze snapped to you, and for once, he didn’t try to mask what was in his eyes—shock, confusion, and something else. Something softer.

You bit your lip, suddenly self-conscious. "Sorry, I—"

"Don't apologize, dumbass," he muttered, running a hand through his messy blond hair. "It's just… no one's ever called me that. Not like that."

Your brows furrowed. "What do you mean? Your mom, Kirishima, they—"

"They’re different." He exhaled sharply, as if frustrated by his own inability to explain. "They've always called me that. But you… you never have."

He was right. You’d always called him Bakugo, or Blasty, or even just "angry Pomeranian" when you wanted to push his buttons. But his first name? Never. It felt too personal. Too close.

And yet, you had wanted to say it.

You watched him carefully. "Do you… not like it?"

He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. "Dumbass, if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have told you to say it again."

A laugh bubbled up in your throat at that, and the tension between you lessened just a little.

"Alright, alright," you teased. "Katsuki."

This time, his ears turned red.

"Shut up," he grumbled, looking away.

You smiled, leaning back against the rooftop railing. It felt nice. Natural, even. Like something had shifted between you in a way that couldn’t be undone.

And then—

"Y/N."

Your heart stopped.

Slowly, you turned to him, eyes wide.

He wasn’t looking at you, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the skyline. But his fingers were curled into fists against his thighs, his shoulders tense.

"Katsuki…" you breathed.

His jaw clenched. "Yeah, yeah. I said it."

You barely heard him over the pounding of your heart. He had never called you by your first name before—not once. It had always been “dumbass,” “extra,” or some other gruff nickname. But now…

"Say it again."

His head snapped toward you, eyes narrowing. "The hell? Why?"

You grinned. "Because I like it."

His breath hitched. He looked away again, rubbing the back of his neck. "…Y/N."

The way he said it, so raw, so unguarded, sent warmth flooding through your chest.

"Mm," you hummed, nudging him with your shoulder. "I could get used to that."

"Yeah?" His voice was quieter now.

You nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah."

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then—

"Just don’t expect me to say it all the damn time."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Wouldn’t dream of it, Katsuki."

He groaned, but there was no real annoyance behind it. And even though he looked away, you didn’t miss the small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The night stretched on, the stars above twinkling like they approved of whatever had just changed between the two of you.

And neither of you wanted to leave.

[insidekatmind]

The other woman~Jude Bellingham

Wearning: +18,smut, angst,cheating.

Request: yes!

It all started as a game, a way to have fun without complications. Jude had been your friend for years, but for a few months, your friendship had taken a different turn. No promises, no strings attached. Just the pleasure of being together when you both felt like it.

Yet, things were no longer that simple.

You’re sitting on a black leather couch in an exclusive club in Madrid, a glass of wine between your fingers. The place is crowded, the music vibrating in the air, but your attention is fixed on them. Jude and Ashlyn.

She laughs, leaning on his arm, her sparkling eyes fixed only on him. Jude smiles at her, whispers something in her ear, and you feel an inexplicable pang in your stomach.

"You’re torturing yourself," Maya, your best friend, says, casting you an inquisitive look.

"I’m not doing anything," you reply, bringing the glass to your lips.

"Yeah, except staring at him like you’re about to rip him from her arms with just the force of your thoughts."

You grimace. "He’s free to be with whoever he wants."

Maya sighs. "And you? You’re free to be with whoever you want, but you’re not. Have you ever wondered why?"

You avoid her question and look away from Jude, but it’s too late. His eyes meet yours. His smile fades for a moment, as if he’s sensed your discomfort. Then Ashlyn pulls him back to her, and he turns, leaving you with a sense of emptiness.

Later, as you’re heading home, you feel your phone vibrate. It’s a message from Jude.

"Wait for me outside. I’m coming."

Your heart races, but you pretend not to care. It doesn’t take long for him to arrive in his black car, the window rolled down.

"Get in," he says, with that voice that makes you tremble inside.

You bite your lip, then obey. There’s a heavy silence in the car.

"What happened earlier?" you ask, crossing your arms.

He clenches his jaw. "You should tell me. You seemed... different."

You huff. "Why? Because you were looking at me while you were with her?"

Jude parks the car on the side of the road, then turns to you. "Because I can’t help but look at you."

Your breath catches in your throat. "Jude, you shouldn’t say these things."

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. "Then tell me it doesn’t mean anything. Tell me we can keep doing what we’re doing without anyone getting hurt."

You feel a lump tighten in your throat. "I can’t say that."

His gaze softens. "I knew it."

Weeks pass, and every moment with him becomes more intense, harder to ignore. But he’s still with Ashlyn, and you’re stuck in limbo.

One evening, while you’re in his apartment, you confront him.

"Jude, tell me the truth. What do you want from me?"

He looks at you for a long moment, then moves closer, brushing your face with his fingers. "I want you. I’ve always wanted you. But I’m afraid of ruining everything."

You hold your breath. "And what about Ashlyn?"

He lowers his gaze. "It’s not right for her. I know. But I’m afraid to admit what I feel for you."

You pull away, shaking your head. "You have to choose, Jude. Because I don’t want to be the hidden option in the shadows anymore."

Silence. Then, finally, a whisper.

"I choose you."

And this time, when he kisses you, it’s no longer a game. It’s real.

You return the kiss passionately, straddling him. Jude moans into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"God, I've wanted you for so long..." he murmurs, his lips moving to your neck.

You feel a shiver down your spine as his tongue trails over your skin, his touch igniting a fire within you. You kiss him hungrily, your hands exploring his abs over his shirt.

"Jude..." you gasp, your body pressed against his, "I want you so much."He groans, pulling you even closer, his body pressed against yours.

"You have no idea how badly I want you," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've been trying to resist, but it's impossible when you're like this."

He kisses you again, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue teasing yours.With trembling hands, you begin to unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against yours. Jude helps you, eagerly discarding the fabric and revealing his toned chest. You run your fingers over his abs, relishing in the way his muscles flex beneath your touch.

His hands grip your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you even closer. He kisses your jawline, then your earlobe, his breath hot against your ear.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispers, his voice ragged with desire. "I've tried to deny it, but I can't anymore. I need you."You tangle your fingers in his hair as he kisses your collarbone, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. You arch your back, pressing yourself against him, your body trembling with need.

"Jude, please," you gasp, "Take me."

You and Jude quickly undressed and then let him enter you while you held on to the car seat behind him. Jude groans and buries his head in the middle of your breast. “Always so tight,” he moaned.

You started riding him while moaning. "So big" you muttered and Jude squeezed your ass as he helped you ride him. "That's right, take it like this" Jude moaned. With every movement, waves of pleasure wash over you, making your body tingle all over. You look at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, how he bites his lip as he watches you ride him.

You look at him with pure desire and kiss him. His fingers dig into your hips, guiding your movements, as he kisses you back hungrily. He breaks the kiss and looks at you, his gaze full of intensity.

"You drive me crazy," he says, his voice low and rough. "No one else has ever made me feel like this."

“Mine” you moaned riding him while sucking his lip.

"All yours" he agrees, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "Only yours."

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as you move against him.

"I don't want anyone else," he growls, his tone possessive. "You're mine."It's as if a fire is burning within you, each touch and movement bringing you closer to the edge. Your moans fill the car, blending with Jude's deep, guttural sounds.You move frantically, seeking release. You're so close, your body quivering with anticipation. "Don't stop" you pant, your forehead pressed against his.

He growls in response, his grip on you tightening. "I won't," he promises, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm right here with you."Your breath hitches as you feel the heat building, your body on the brink of exploding. "That's it, let go" he coaxes, his voice a rough whisper. "Come for me."

And then it hits you, a wave of pleasure more intense than anything you've ever experienced washes over you, stars exploding behind your closed eyes. You cling to him more.Jude holds you close, his own release following close behind. His arms tighten around you, his face buried in your shoulder. For a moment, everything feels so real, so perfect. But as the echoes of pleasure fade, reality comes crashing back in.After catching your breath, you disentangle yourselves, pulling on clothes in silence. Jude looks out the window, avoiding your gaze. The silence is heavy, laden with unspoken words and uncertain feelings.

You break the silence first. "What now?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jude runs a hand through his hair, still not looking at you. "I don't know," he mutters."Is this just a fling for you?" you press on, needing to know where you stand.

He hesitates, his expression conflicted. "It's more than that," he admits. "But... I can't just leave Ashlyn."

A weight settles in your chest, the familiar ache of being someone's secret.“You said you chose me,” you whispered hurt.

Jude's shoulders sag, the guilt evident in his face. "I did choose you," he reiterates, his voice heavy with conflicting emotions. "But it's not as simple as just walking away from her. There's history, there's loyalty... and... I don't want to hurt her."You get up from him and get dressed quickly. "So you hurt me" you said and unlock the car. "I don't deserve this" you say getting out of the car.

Jude follows you, his face a mix of remorse and desperation. "Wait, please." He grabs your arm, holding you back. "You know I don't want to hurt you. It's just... complicated."

"No, I'm tired. You don't want to choose and I'm done being second choice," you muttered and walked away.

[furioussheepluminary]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

Pairing: dad!chris x teacher!afab!reader, friends to lovers, nonidol!au

Synopsis: Go ahead and cry, little girl, Nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you, I know that you got daddy issues, And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you

Warnings: domestic fluff, angst, tears and all, references to the neighborhood, ft. 2racha, lemme know if I've missed something

A/n: the neighborhood. They did this to me. Reader isn't going to be mentioned on the story a lot...well at least in this first chapter. I swear I got carried away with this I didn't mean for it to be this long 😔 it wasn't even meant to be a chapter like story...

She wasn’t his. A constant reminder that knocked at the back of his mind.

Chris wasn’t the kind of man to complain over every small detail. Life had handed him its fair share of punches, and he’d taken his fair share without even flinching or losing the warmth in his heart. Anyone who saw him on the outside would think of him as the one that had everything good happening to him. But on the inside, the scars remained- ugly and tender. Before it all turned grey, he was actually living the life. A newlywed with a beautiful baby three months in the making. Victoria, his now ex-wife was an extravagant person and Chris knew that but she still had other loveable qualities which he doted on. Come five years down the line, and the secrets began to come to light.

Victoria had always wanted more. More money, more status, more luxury. She knew Chris had all of that so she just decided to play along with his domestic loveable fantasies. And Chris had known this about her from the start, but he had convinced himself that love would be enough. That their little circle-just him, Victoria, and their now four-year-old daughter, Mia-would be enough.

He was wrong.

It started with the late nights out, business dinners and events with people whose names Chris never recognized. Which Chris saw as karma for constantly keeping his late nights at work too but she always came back with excuses that didn’t really add up but then again, he pushed it aside, to exhausted from his own work and raising Mia to argue. Then it was her appearance. Disheveled hair, messed up make up, hickeys? Sure, he’s been lacking in being the romantic husband but he didn’t remember giving her any of those.

“Can we talk, baby?” he had tried to ask her one evening, when he put Mia to bed. They were in their shared bedroom which was beginning to feel lonelier by the week. Victoria sat at her vanity, in pristine white doing her night routine. “About?” she responded flatly.

“U-us,” he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly. “Am I not making you feel good anymore?” she paused, looked at him through the mirror and chuckled “What’s making you say that, Chris?”

“You’ve got marks. And I haven’t given you any…”

She applied cream under her eyes. “isn’t that supposed to make you feel bad?” he gave a tight-lipped expression “Baby,” he walked over to her. “I-I know I haven’t been as romantic as I was before and that’s on me. But it’s making me feel uncomfortable that I’m seeing this and that it wasn’t me who- “

Victoria sighed, setting down the jar of cream with an exasperated clink. She turned in her chair, crossing her legs as she reagree Chris with an almost amused expression.

“You’re being dramatic,” she said cooly. “It’s just a few marks. Why does it matter where they came from?” Chris felt his stomach twist. “Because I love you. because I-”

“Love isn’t enough, Chris,” she interrupted, her tone sharp. “You think just because you get to come home every night and kiss Mia goodnight it’ll make me so obsessed with you that I’d forget my own needs?” his brows furrowed as he plopped himself on the edge of the bed. “I-I don’t understand…” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It’s not just about her, Chris. I have needs too. I need just as much excitement and love as Mia gets. I need passion, I need to be with someone who treats me like I deserve to be loved not like another chore at the end of the day.” Chris felt something crack inside his chest. “A chore?” He echoed, voice above a whisper. Isn’t that what she made him feel like? Barely giving him any breathing space with all the ‘don’t forget to pick these up at the store’, or ‘I can’t make it blah blah blah I have an appointment’ and all the other useless excuses he carried on his shoulder.

“And Mia? What does she need. What does she deserve?”

“Don’t start that. She deserves stability. You work all the time too and I’ve told you timelessly that you can’t be keeping your late schedule when we have her to think about. Look, the difference between us is just that I’ve found a way to make it work for me. To balance you and my…real needs.”

Realization dawned like a cold slap to the face. “There’s someone else.” She didn’t deny it. Didn’t. Even. Flinch. Victora turned back to the mirror, picking up her cream again as if the conversation had already ended in her mind. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself and leave. We’ll file for divorce. And I’ll take Mia.” He couldn’t even understand her anymore. She just wants to leave? She’s not going to hear his side of the story? Taking his baby girl?! His eyes shot up. “Like hell you will.” Chris rarely raised his voice at her before, but that night, the betrayal shattered something inside him. “So that’s it? You’re walking away from your family for a supposedly bigger paycheck?”

Her eyes still focused on her reflection she spoke, “This is a blessing in disguise, Chris. Take it or leave it.”

And that was when the real war began.

The woman had connections, the bitch. Lawyers who knew how to twist the narrative. Chris worked long hours making him ‘too busy’ to be a full-time parent. He didn’t come from money making him ‘unstable’ compared to Victoria’s new fiancé- a wealthy, well-respected businessman. The court never even asked who Mia wanted to stay with. Despite everything Chris fought. Hard. But the corrupt system wasn’t built to favor fathers like him. In the saddening end, Victoria was granted full custody. He was left with weekends and whatever stolen moments he could manage. Innocent Mia had sobbed in his arms the first time she had to leave. Chris had nearly broken down right there with her. She couldn’t understand it all but what she did know was that being with her father was never enough. He was so close yet so far away.

At the time Chris didn’t have a lot of people to lean on, but if there were two people who saw everything from the beginning, it was Changbin and Jisung. They saw it all. They were the ones who stayed- when everyone whispered about how he should’ve seen it coming or how maybe he just wasn’t enough. Changbin was the first to throw a punch when some asshole had the nerve to call Chris pathetic for loving someone who was visibly used him. Jisung had been the one to show up at his doorstep at 3 A.M., with food, refusing to leave until Chris had at least eaten something. Now, they were the ones who made sure Mia had people who truly adored her and treated her like family, even when her mother made her feel like a second thought.

-

The school bell echoed through the courtyard, signaling freedom for dozens of gleeful kids. Chris leaned against his car, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on her- Mia, sprinting towards him with wild abandon, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders.

“Daddy!” She screamed, her face lighting like the sun. Chris opened his arms just in time for her to crash into him. He lifted her off the ground spinning her around as pure joy surged through him.

Mia’s eyes sparkled as she hugged him tight. “Can we get ice cream before dinner tonight?” he chuckled. “Ice cream before dinner? That sounds like trouble, baby.” “Please?” she begged, tilting her head in that way that always melted him. He sighed dramatically. “Anything for my babygirl.”

Chris’ apartment wasn’t grand. Well not as grand as the one he used to have with his ex-wife. But it was warm. Lived-in. The type of place where every corner held memories- some old some new, most centered around Mia, of course. Mia’s drawings were taped to the fridge, stick figures holding hands with big smiles and a sun in the constant corner that shone too brightly. Tiny pink socks and stuffed animals littered the couch, evidence of the weekend play sessions that always ended with Mia curled up against his side, fighting sleep just to stay up a little longer with him.

When she was with him, Chris was dad in every sense of the word. He cooked her meals even when they turned out slightly burnt, he helped her with homework (which explaining to her sometimes confused him in the process). When it came to bedtime stories, he helped her pick them out and carried her to the bed when she fell asleep mid-play. Some Saturdays he would take her to the studio and sometimes it was unavoidable. Mia was always curious about her dad’s job. Plus, she vaguely remembers that she used to see him working with different genres of people when she was younger, back when she had more than weekends with him.

So, after stopping for her favorite snack on a Saturday morning, they arrived at the studio. When they walked in, Mia’s eyes widened as she took everything in. tiny sparks of color filled the faint memories of this place in her mind. The soundproof walls, the scattered yet arranged equipment, the glowing computer screens displaying colorful waveforms. “Woah…” She bounced forward, her tiny hands gripping her bunny in its ears. Chris smiled watching her.

“Cool, yeah?” Chris ruffled before guiding her to the main recording room. “Come on, I’ll show you where the chaos happens.” Before they could go any further, a familiar voice called out.

“Yaa! Is that my favorite troublemaker?!” Mia’s face lit up instantly as Changbin appeared from one of the side rooms, arms spread wide. “Uncle Binnie!” she squealed, running to him without hesitation. Chris barely had time before she leapt into Changbin’s arms, giggling as he spun her around. “Look at you, getting so big! What happened to tiny Mia I used to know?”

“I’m still tiny,” she giggled. “I dunno…you’re almost as big as your dad now,” He teased, shooting the other man a smirk. Chris rolled his eyes. “Funny.” They got in to the studio together. Chris dropped Mia’s backpack on the couch at the end of the room, as Changbin sat her on his lap.

“Where’s J. One?” he asked. As if on cue the door opened with Jisung walking in, coffee in hand. His eyes darted straight to the tiny person on Changbin’s lap, playfully blinking in disbelief. “No way. Is that my Mia?”

Mia gasped. “Uncle ‘Sung!” she wriggled out of the other’s arms and ran straight for Jisung who caught her one-handed with ease, throwing her into his arms. “Daang, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said dramatically, pretending to stagger under her weight. “You sure you’re not twenty now?” she squeaked, hitting his shoulder “I’m six!”

“Six? No way. You’re lying,” he teased dropping her.

Chris shook his head, watching as they fell into playful banter. Mia looked genuinely happy, completely forgetting about everything else. And it made Chris forget about everything to for a while. At least on most Saturdays.

-

Sundays were the worst. For both of them. Sunday nights felt like losing her all over again. Chris never liked to bring up Victoria unless Mia did first. He knew better than to talk shit about her mother in front of her, no matter how much resentment he held. She was too young to understand the full extent of what happened, and he didn’t want her carrying the weight of their broken marriage. But sometimes, she asked questions. And those were the hard moments.

After dinner one Sunday, with Mia’s bags packed and toys arranged, Chris was brushing her hair. She sat on the couch, the bunny clutched to her chest. She had been quiet. They were always strangely quiet on Sunday nights. He didn’t push, but Mia always spoke when she was ready. Mr. Bean played softly on the TV in the background when she finally spoke.

“Do you like Mr. Dlyan?”. He froze, his hands pausing mid-stroke. That was the name of Victoria’s new husband. The one that seemed to have wider pockets according to her. He forced himself to keep his voice light. “Why do you ask, baby?”

Mia shrugged, kicking her feet. “Mommy says he’s nice. And that he takes good care of us.” “He’s mommy’s new husband, but you know that already.” He said carefully. “Do you like him?” she hesitated, her tiny fingers fiddling with the edge of her animal’s ear. “He buys me lots of toys,” she admitted. “And he says I can call him Dad if I want to.” His grip on the brush tightened. He took a slow breath, forcing down the lump in his throat.

“And do you want to?”

She looked up at him then, big, honest eyes searching his face. “No.”

Relief washed over him so quickly it made him feel guilty. He cleared his throat and set the brush down, gently pulling her into his lap. “Mia, listen to me,” he said softly. “You can call him whatever makes you comfortable. But just because mommy married someone else doesn’t make me any less of a father. Especially your father. That will never change. Okay?”

Mia nodded, gripping his shirt. “I don’t want him to be my dad. I already have one.” He smiled pressing a kiss to her head. “That’s right, baby. You do.” She snuggled closer. “But mommy says I should be happy with him. That its better this way.”

Chris shut his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his emotions before they could break through. He hated the idea of Mia feeling pressured, of her thinking she had to accept this new man as a father figure just to keep the peace. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mia,” he murmured. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel.”

She turned back to the tv. “But I want to be with you.” Chris held her a little tighter, kissing her forehead like he always did when the words I love you weren’t enough.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

The sky was painted in muted hues of blue and orange, the sun seemed reluctant to set as Chris’s car idled in front of his ex-wife’s pristine suburban house. Mia sat in the backseat, silent, her small fingers anxiously twisting the strap of her backpack. Chris stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror, his chest tightening at the sight of her downcast face.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” he said softly, hating the weight of those words. Mia didn’t move. Her lips wobbled, and tears threatened to spill over her long lashes. Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat, reaching for her hand. “Hey,” he whispered, “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay,” she sniffled, her voice breaking. “I hate going back. Mommy doesn’t even talk to me ask, Daddy. She’s always busy with her friends and her phone! Its better being with you daddy! I don’t wanna go back!”

“I know it’s hard,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “But you’ll be back with me on Friday. We'll do anything you want, yeah? Just you and me.” She tried to smile, but crumbled into tears. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, baby,” he whispered, his own voice thick. “But I promise- Daddy always comes back for you.” her fingers clutched his jacket like a lifeline. “I love you, Daddy.” She choked out.

“I love you too, Mia. So much.”

That was the loop. The constant loop that went on and on. Chris was so tired of it all.

Till you came in.

Gawddd I swear I didn't want it to be this long...this was prolly just like an intro ig...I don't know 😭

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A free request! Write whatever you feel like writing! :D

Thank yooouuu. I've been feeling really stressed lately, so;

How a few of my favorites comfort you after a rough day

Jeff's first instinct when you're having a rough day is warmth and snuggles. He gets your favorite drink, gets your favorite snacks (even if he has to make a quick run to the store for them), and carries you very gently upstairs with him. He'll place you in bed and wrap you in as many blankets as he physically can manage, to the point you just have to laugh about it, and then he'll pull you against him and just hold you. He'll insist he has to be the one to serve you your snacks and drink, and he'll tickle you if you disagree and you won't be able to escape him because of the aforementioned blankets. He'll let you ramble about anything you need to, or he'll distract you by telling you a bunch of random stories about things that have happened to him the last week. Anything to get your mind to a better place.

BEN takes a somewhat similar approach, with having your snacks prepared and your favorite drinks, but luckily he doesn't have to run to the store because this little guy keeps your favorites in/on top of a mini fridge in his room. Before you can even make it to his room at the end of the day he's already got the best blanket fort you'll ever lay your eyes on crafted up, and both your favorite videos/movies and games queued up, for whatever kind of mood you're in. BEN is the master listener and advice giver of the mansion, so it's common for you to curl up into his side while watching dumb Tiktoks or kicking his ass at Mario Kart while ranting about what you have going on, and he always gives you really solid advice on how to handle it that makes you feel better. You'll always be curled up in a ball in that perfect blanket fort laughing as hard as you can and feeling much better by the end of the night with him.

Helen struggles a bit at the beginning of your relationship when it comes to comfort, but he gets better over time. He's just so bad at communicating his own feelings, so it's hard for him to help you communicate yours, but he gets pretty good at helping you relax. Aromatherapy with the scents you find most relaxing, placing you in his incredibly soft luxurious robe you always try and steal from him, and an endless supply of cuddles because actions can speak louder than words sometimes. He gets pretty touchy when you're having a bad day, always gripping and squeezing your hand, running his palms up and down your back or through your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead. I think another thing he does would be to draw on you. He'll pick your favorite colors and doodle across your skin in a way that both relaxes and distracts you. I can see him making it a guessing game, where you're not allowed to look at what he's doing and you have to guess what he's drawing. He does a good job of making you feel seen and cared for, even if he's not great with words.

EJ always uses the excuse of doctor's orders when he can tell you're too stressed out, and who are you to refuse your doctor when he's just so convincing? And by convincing, I mean draping himself across your body for the entire day and begging you to curl up in bed with him so he can take care of you. He makes sure you're staying hydrated, and he'll have Slender cook you up one of your favorite meals to make you feel better. I think he also likes giving you massages, and he's really fucking good at it, always immediately finding your tense areas and gently working them out and getting you into a state of sleepy bliss he can take advantage of and cuddle you until you're begging him to let go of you so you can get up. He's quite good at talking you through things from a doctor's standpoint, and he uses that skill to help you work through your problems in a way that helps you feel more calm about the things going on in your life. He does worry about you when you get stressed, both as your partner and doctor, because he doesn't want your health to start deteriorating, so he keeps his eyes on you and does his best to catch your stress early.

[sunseed-fandump]

Someone asked for a post with some of my personal writing tips, so uh here I go I guess!

When I'm writing, I tend to follow 5 points. And they're actually really simple!!

Ask Questions

Do Your Research

"How Does It Move The Plot Forward?"

Consistency = Plausibility

Take Notes!!!

Lemme break it down:

1) Ask Questions

And I mean a LOT of questions. Have a little nagging annoying guy in your brain who is always asking you "why?" because 9 times out of 10, trying to answer those questions is going to help a lot in the long run. And occasionally it'll help you circle back to previous answers!

Here's an example that I vaguely recall from another post here on tumblr (alas i don't remember the username and i cannot find it, but if someone finds it please link it in replies!;;) :

"These Vampires have a problem where they can't be out in the day, but they want to stay within this city." "Well, why don't they just live in the sewers?" "They can't live in the sewers because there's vampire eating alligators down there." "Why are there alligators in the sewers?" "A vampire hunting organization trained them and put them down there." "Why did they put alligators in the sewers?" "To keep vampires out."

Boom, simple. Sometimes you only have to go a few layers deep, so don't worry about making complex systems or ten billion years worth of fictional history (unless you really REALLY want to for some reason).

But yeah, ask questions. Annoy yourself with them. It helps develop a lot, not just for story but also for characters! Entire stories can be created by asking yourself a single "What if" question.

What if food started raining from the sky?

What if we lived in a world where people were capable of controlling the elements?

What if a ghost started haunting a school to search for their killer?

Ask questions!!!

2) Do Your Research

I know, I know, "studying??? EW!!" But trust me this is also important. Study the genre(s) you want your story to be. Look at the things you enjoy, things you find interesting. Are you a history geek? Look at historical stories and pull inspiration from that. Do you like sea creatures? Then pop open the dozens of available resources and fun fact websites. Research your genre's common tropes and pitfalls. Look at what you really like about that genre and build off of that. Pull from anywhere and everywhere, even your own personal life/experience! EVERYTHING can be used to fuel the creative fire!

3) "How Does It Move the Story Forward?"

THIS is a VITAL question that you should ALWAYS ask yourself which is why it has its own little category. If you have a scene you feel is stagnant, or slow, or its just not coming to you, then it's probably because the story isn't moving forward. Go back, read it over, and ask yourself "is this moving the plot? is this progressing a character's arc? is this progressing the villain's plan? What is the audience supposed to take away from this? What is the point I am trying to make with this scene?"

Even when it seems like something isn't happening, a story is ALWAYS in motion. Keep that in mind!

4) Consistency = Plausibility

This is mostly for fantasy/sci-fi stories. Anything that has a magical or highly technological system. If Big Billy Jones can pick up a car and throw it at a group of thugs in chapter 3 of your story, then he sure as hell can do that in chapter 24 when he's facing off with Ghuthu'lock the Abyssal Horror. But if you dont WANT Ghuthu'lock going down to a mere mortal vehicular machine, then give him some power or ability that lets him totally negate Big Billy Jones' car flail attack. Don't just make Billy decide to NOT throw the car, when in any other situation he WOULD throw it.

In the funny words of Schaffrillas: "SHOOT THEM WITH THE DEHYDRATION GUN"

5) Take Notes!!!

This one helps a LOT. This will make your life so much easier, especially if you are dealing with a multi-chapter monster of a story. Taking notes will help you keep consistency, will keep your research in line, will help you visualize your thought process, AND with all those thoughts and plot points written down and out of your head, that will give your brain more space for NEW ideas. WRITE. DOWN. EVERYTHING. Even if it's 2AM and you're tired as fuck. If you get an idea, and you're like "Oh that's pretty good" WRITE IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY. Because you are GOING to forget, and/or the idea will NOT be the same the next time you remember it. Even if they're messy, you can organize them later!! Write it all down! Even if its just bullet points! They don't need to be fancy, they just need to get the point across and help you jog your memory!

Take notes!!!

Lastly, Be Willing to Change.

While writing any script, novel, whatever, you will find yourself bouncing around between phases like character creation, world building, plot writing, back to character creation, etc.

You'll be 7 chapters in and realize "i need a new character here" or "i don't like this aspect of the setting and its dragging everything else down..." Hell, an entire story's genre can wind up being changed if you feel the characters would be a better fit for a comedy instead of a drama (or vice versa!)

Don't be afraid to go back and fix it! Nothing is really "locked in" while you're writing! Creating ANYTHING is not a linear process, so be ready and willing to switch gears when you feel like you need to add/take away. Jump around, get messy with it, and most importantly, have FUN!!!

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Filled (Dean Winchester x female reader)

Dean and you are out of condoms, but that doesn’t mean you’re not going to give in to temptation.

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My 2024 Kinktober series

Rated E. 1.3k words. Unprotected sex. Breeding kink. Pies (of the cream variety)

It’s damn stupid and you know you shouldn’t do it, at least that’s what your brain is telling you, but your brain isn’t in the driver’s seat right now. How could it be, after Dean has made you come not once, not twice, but thrice with his fingers and mouth.

You’re about ready to pass on to the great hereafter, but still somehow, inexplicably, you have the overwhelming need to feel Dean inside you. You agreed that you wouldn’t, agreed that you would simply get each other off, but you don’t think you’ll last another five seconds without outright begging him to fuck you.

It’s this damn case, that has you miles and miles away from the next town. You packed everything, food, clothes, goddamn books that Dean hasn’t taken a single peak at, but not condoms, because you thought you’d be too busy to need them. Dean disagreed from the get-go, but you thought the small stash he always carries in his wallet would be enough.

You’re on day five, solved the case on day two and ran out of condoms on day three. It’s another day until you’re set to be picked up by Sam, and you’ve been getting each other off for almost all of that time since, without Dean entering you with anything but his fingers and tongue. But yeah, you’re not sure how much longer you have the self-control for that to be enough.

“You can just pull out,” you mutter against Dean’s cheek, while his hard cock is pressed against the outside of your thigh and you run your hand over him. Dean’s eyes are closed, and he’s frowning a little, looking pretty as a picture.

“Too risky. Can’t believe I paid more attention in sex ed than you did,” he says, voice a little cracked and you grin, snuggle closer to him.

“Please, Dean, I want to feel you,” you say, and he groans.

“Darlin’,” he says, tone a little warning but it’s tough to be authoritative with him leaking against your thigh.

“Come on, a girl can’t live on come alone,” you say, voice slightly petulant, referring to the egregious amount of blowjobs you’ve given him in the last 48 hours. Dean huffs, then opens his eyes, looking into yours only a few inches from him.

“Fuck it,” he says and rolls you over on your back, gets on top of you, making you squeak. He kisses you, hard and needy, and then he’s pushing your legs apart. He presses against you, your thighs tensing from how sensitive you are, and when he notices he goes slower.

That means you get to watch his face, get to see every detail of his expression as he enters you bare for the first time.

“Holy shit,” he says and then looks down at where your bodies are meeting. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

You want to say something about how cussing like that will send him to hell, again, but you can’t, because he’s right. It’s different and it’s better and it’s everything you’ve been dreaming of. You raise your head so that your forehead meets his as you whimper, the sheer feeling of his skin directly against your most sensitive parts overwhelming.

You look at Dean’s lips as he slowly continues pushing into you, then pulls out almost all the way again, before pushing back in until you can feel his pelvis pressed against you. You lift one leg up high and Dean hooks it against his side, allowing him to go deeper.

“Oh God, you feel so amazing,” you stutter, and Dean barely manages to nod.

“Don’t know how long I can keep this up,” he says, voice cracking. “You feel too damn good, gonna come in no time.” He picks up his pace a little, and you sling your free leg around him instead of answering, pull him closer.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he says, voice warning, and you know he’s not far off.

“Come inside me, Dean,” you whisper, and his eyes go wide for a second. “Don’t care, I just want to feel you, feel your come inside me.”

“Fuck,” Dean groans, and instead of pulling away, he goes faster, making your head drop back and moan his name.

“Want me to fill you up, is that it?” he asks, and his words send such an intense flash of arousal through you that you clench down on him. Dean groans, but he isn’t done with whatever magical dirty talk he has for you. “You want me to get you nice and knocked up?”

You don’t, not really, but the way he is saying it, the risk and the primality of it make you desperately pull at him.

“Yes,” you huff, moving your hips to meet Dean’s movements, your leg still keeping him close to you. “Yes, oh God, yes, Dean!”

It’s not clear if he expected what he’s saying to have that kind of effect on you, but he looks damn happy with the results. His hips move faster, and with one hand he cups your face, steadying you so that you can’t turn away from him.

“You’d look so beautiful with my babies inside you,” he almost groans and you wrap your arm around his neck, pull him close.

“Fuck, Dean, just—don’t… stop!” is all you can say before you are coming, your lower body bucking up, high pitched whines leaving you.

Dean keeps thrusting into you, uncoordinated now and then he stills, pressing his face against yours as he pumps his come into you. You can actually feel the spread of warmth and it’s the goddamn nicest thing in the world.

Dean’s head falls forward, and he rests on your shoulder, grinding into you a few more times to ride out his high, and it makes his spendings seep out of you, and that’s a sensation you’re not likely to forget anytime soon. He gives one more groan, and then both of you are quiet. You absent-mindedly run your fingers through the short hair at the back of his head.

After a few seconds, Dean needs to pull out and roll off you and you gasp as you feel more of what he left you with leaks out of you. It makes Dean look down at you, and he raises his eyebrows.

He pushes himself up a little, towards you again. Then, for the grand finale, he takes his still hard cock in his hand, crowds in close to you and runs its head against your entrance to collect what has run out of you. Then he pushes back into you again. You whimper at the feeling, the sensitivity, but also at the warmth.

“Oh fuck,” you whine.

“That… is very hot,” he says, and looks back up at your face when you chuckle.

“Yeah?” you ask, voice a little broken. “How hot is it going to be when we have to ask Sam to get me the morning-after pill before he comes here tomorrow?” Dean chuckles, drops his head down. He pulls out of you again, the emptiness disappointing, but then he opens his arm for you to move in, lay your head against his chest.

“I’m sure Sammy will love that,” he says, and you grin. Dean’s hand lands on your shoulder, and he caresses it for a while, before turning his head towards you, his mouth close to your ear.

“Or we risk it?” he whispers to you. “Could be fun.”

You grab for a nearby pillow and swing at his face. Dean raises his hand in time but it makes him laugh.

“You are a damn fool, Dean Winchester,” you say and Dean pulls you close, pins your arms and throws a leg over you.

“Just saying,” he says as you snuggle against him. “I meant what I said. You would look hot pregnant.”

[goquokka00]

SKZ vs Shark Week (Changbin ver.)

How would each member of Stray Kids handle you while you're on your period?

BANGCHAN | MINHO | CHANGBIN | HYUNJIN JISUNG | FELIX | SEUNGMIN | JEONGIN

WARNING: This is a female reader going through their period. If the topic of a period/anything that has to do with a period makes you uncomfortable, then don't read it. Just remember that there's nothing wrong with a woman's period. It's a perfectly healthy body function :)

THE MOODS It felt like Changbin was blessed by the gods when he realized that you don't really have any moods when it's a few days before your period. The only thing that happened was that you craved extremely specific things. VERY specific things. Things that even Changbin, the foodie himself, questioned.

But he'd still make an effort to get those food items for you. Mac and cheese with mustard? Weird, but...sure. You want that chicken bibimbap that Minho made for you that one time because you don't eat red meat? Sure, he'll call up Minho and see if his hyung will make it.

Granted, Changbin will also try these strange cravings because...well...why not? Sometimes he loves them, sometimes he doesn't. But if it saves him from having to deal with you whining about how nothing else sounds good and you genuinely want that one specific food, then so be it.

THE BLOOD Another thing Changbin lucked out on was the fact that your flow was pretty average. It was medium the first day, heavy on the second and third, and then eased off on the rest of the days until it stopped. But just because it was like this didn't mean you weren't prone to leaking. You'd always struggled with knowing when to change out your product, and so there were times where you'd end up leaking through clothing.

And when that happened, Changbin was there to save the day. He wouldn't say anything, rather opting to give you his coat or sweatshirt so it wouldn't be visible. And if you two were alone and he caught the leaking, he'd be gentle about letting you know, offering his help in cleaning up or giving you new clothing so you wouldn't be uncomfortable. Softy.

THE PAIN Unfortunately, fate was not nice to you when it came to the pain factor. It was extremely not nice. You had pain on top of pain on top of pain on top of pain. Cramps, back pain, pelvic pain, tender breasts, nasty headaches, all of it. And they were all ramped up to ten. Not even pain killers could help you.

And so, Changbin made it his mission to help you through it by keeping you near and massaging wherever hurt. He'd rub your head, your shoulders, your lower stomach, your back, your hips, anywhere that you were saying hurt, he'd do everything he could to rub it out. Nothing was allowed to hurt his baby. Not even the pain of a period.

Sometimes, though, the pain got so bad that you couldn't even move. You were planted on the ground, and you were NOT getting up anytime soon. And so, whatever you'd need, Changbin would simply go and get it for you. End of story. Even if you complained, he'd still do it, because he'd go to the ends of the earth if it meant you'd feel better.

THE PRODUCT Like Chan, Changbin grew up with a sister, and he knew to respect women. Especially on their periods. And so, when yours was getting close, he'd always make sure to check your products to make sure you were stocked. And if you were running low on anything, he'd go run to the store to get it without you even asking.

He was never bothered by the products, either. Again, it's a healthy function of a female body, and Changbin knew that. And so, when he saw wrapped up pads and tampons, he'd never be bothered. And if people were coming over who would be, he'd simply go and put some tissue over the used products so nobody would ever see it. An absolute angel.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[v-eee]

secret

jungkook x you

Jungkook and you have been secretly dating for six months. You and him keeping it a secret because Jungkook is your best friend’s ex (Soojin). It’s been three years since Jungkook and Soojin broke up, but you’re afraid your relationship might hurt her, so you choose to keep it quiet.

(i)

One night, at a mutual friend’s birthday party at a restaurant, you and Jungkook arrive separately as usual. But Jungkook can’t help feeling jealous when he sees you laughing and chatting with another guy.

. . .

The restaurant was filled with chatter, laughter, and the occasional off-key attempt at singing “Happy Birthday.”

You had come early, greeting friends, sipping on a cocktail, and, most importantly, keeping a respectable distance from Jun. You know, because rules.

Jungkook hated those rules.

From his seat at the bar, he watched as you threw your head back in laughter, playfully nudging some guy’s arm. His grip on his drink tightened. Who was this guy? Why was he standing so close? And more importantly—why the hell did he get to be the reason you were smiling like that while Jungkook had to act like some casual acquaintance?

Not that Jungkook was jealous. No. Definitely not. He was just… mildly annoyed. And okay, maybe a little jealous.

When you got up to head to the restroom, Jungkook didn’t even think—he just followed. Because rational decision-making was clearly not his strong suit tonight.

The moment you stepped into the hallway leading to the bathrooms, a strong hand grabbed your wrist and, before you could react, pulled you outside through the back exit.

"Jungkook—what the hell?!" you whisper-yelled as you found yourself pressed against the cool brick wall of the restaurant’s alley. "Are you kidnapping me? Because there are cameras, you know."

Jungkook ignored your dramatic statement, leaning in, his arms braced on either side of you. "Who was that guy?"

You blinked. "What guy?"

Jungkook huffed, clearly annoyed. "The one making you laugh like that."

You tilted your head, amused. "Like what?"

"You know what I mean! All giggly and cute and—" He paused as he caught your playful smile. He knew you liked it when he called you cute. Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I'm serious, Y/N... it’s driving me crazy.”

You tried—really tried—not to laugh. But seeing Jungkook, usually cool and composed, acting like a jealous boyfriend in a teen drama was just too good.

"Jungkook, that was Mark. Our friend Mark.” You raised an eyebrow. "You know, the one who once cried seeing me in an Olaf costume? That Mark."

Jungkook blinked. "Oh."

"Yes. Oh." You smirked, crossing your arms. "So, are we done with this little possessive boyfriend moment?"

Jungkook's face cracked into a smile, then a giggle. "Okay, fine. Maybe I overreacted."

You poked his chest. "Maybe?"

He caught your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, his voice turning softer. "I just hate pretending like we’re nothing. I hate not being able to hold you, kiss you… tell everyone you’re mine."

Your teasing expression melted slightly, your heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Jungkook got all soft.

"I know," you murmured, squeezing his hand. "But you also know why we have to do this."

Jungkook groaned. "It’s been three years since I broke up with her. I think there’s an expiration date on guilt."

You bit your lip, torn. You wanted to believe that. You wanted to be with Jungkook out in the open. But the fear of hurting your best friend still lingered.

"Just a little longer?" you asked, eyes hopeful.

Jungkook sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if I have to suffer through another night of watching you laugh with another man, I won't hesitate to hug you in front of them."

You snorted. "Oh, I’d love to see that."

Jungkook smirked. "Try me."

And just like that, the tension between you both cracked into laughter, because somehow, even in the messiest of situations, you and Jungkook always found a way back to each other.

For now, the secret stayed. But for how much longer?

[heliosunny]

Since I'm feeling really depressed rn, can you make a fyodor x reader but reader is really depressed, like they believe they're ugly, worthless and most importantly easily replaceable, so they always think fyodor will replace them with someone else that's why they always push him away.

- 🐢🐢

It didn’t matter how many times Fyodor whispered your name like a prayer, how often his lips brushed against your knuckles with something almost reverent, you always knew this wouldn’t last.

Because you were disposable too.

And soon, he’d realize that.

That’s why you never let yourself get too close. Never let yourself bask in the way his voice softened when he spoke to you. Someone else, someone better, would come along—someone beautiful, someone worthy.

So you pushed him away.

Tonight was no different.

"Leave" you muttered, staring at the floor, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. "You don't have to waste your time here. I'm sure there’s someone else you'd rather be with."

A silence stretched between you like a noose tightening around your throat. You didn’t dare look up.

"Ah... love" Fyodor murmured. "Again with this nonsense."

"You seem to forget that I do not keep what is easily replaceable."

"I chose you" Fyodor continued, "And I do not make mistakes."

----

The restaurant was dimly lit, the soft hum of conversation filling the space. You stirred your drink, barely listening to the person sitting across from you. You hadn’t wanted to come here, hadn’t wanted to entertain the idea of someone new—but your relatives had insisted.

“You need to put yourself out there” they had said. “He’s a nice person. You deserve someone who makes you happy.”

Happy huh...As if that was even possible for someone like you.

"You're awfully quiet" your date commented, eyeing you with mild disinterest. "I guess I should’ve expected that. You’re not exactly the most interesting person, are you?"

It was subtle, the way your fingers tightened around your glass. You forced a small laugh, hoping—praying—that maybe you had misheard. But he only smirked, leaning back in his chair.

"Don't look so offended" he chuckled. "I mean, you’re not ugly, but you're not much to look at either. And you barely talk. No offense, but I don’t get why your relatives were hyping you up so much."

His words sliced through you, sharp and effortless.

You swallowed thickly, your chest tightening as that familiar, suffocating feeling crept in—the one that told you you weren’t good enough, that you never had been.

Maybe he was right. Maybe this was just proof of what you had always known.

You barely tasted your food after that, barely heard anything else he said. The night ended with a cold goodbye, and you found yourself walking aimlessly down the street, arms wrapped tightly around yourself.

You had wanted to escape. Had wanted to run from Fyodor before he could push you aside like this man had done so easily.

But now, standing alone in the quiet of the night, a single, terrifying thought echoed in your mind.

What if he already has?

A soft gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine.

“You wound me, my love."

Slowly, you turned.

Fyodor stood beneath the glow of a streetlamp, the shadows stretching long behind him. He was smiling.

“You left me” Fyodor murmured, taking a slow step forward. “For that?”

You wanted to run, to tell him it wasn’t what he thought. But what did it matter? He was probably planning to leave you anyway.

“I—” Your voice faltered. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words got stuck in your throat.

“Go on,” he urged. “Tell me why you thought this was a good idea.”

The weight of his gaze was unbearable. “I just… I thought…” You swallowed hard. “You were going to replace me.”

"Replace you?" Fyodor echoed, his tone dripping with mockery. "Oh, love… is that what you truly believe?"

He took another step forward, and you stepped back, only for your back to hit the cold brick wall of the alley beside you. Please, anything but confronting him at such moment.

Fyodor was in front of you now, his slender fingers reaching out to tilt your chin up.

“Let me be clear,” he murmured,“There is no one else. There will never be anyone else.”

"And yet, despite my patience… you ran to another man.” Fyodor sighed, almost disappointed. “You let him speak to you like that. Belittle you. Humiliate you.”

“Fyo—”

His grip tightened at your jaw.

“Tell me, do you think he still deserves to speak?”

“Wait—you don’t mean—”

Fyodor chuckled. “Oh, my love… I mean exactly what you think I do.”

---

Fyodor’s apartment was quiet when you arrived, save for the faint sound of a record playing in the background.

After everything, after the cruel words your date had thrown at you, after the way Fyodor had looked at you last night—you couldn’t take it anymore. So you have to come here. Then you would tell him that you had to leave. Before he decided you weren’t worth the trouble.

Your hands trembled as you stood in front of his desk, watching as he carefully set his pen down, his gaze lifting to meet yours.

“What brought you here, love?”

“I—I just came to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” he echoed, as if tasting the word on his tongue.

You forced yourself to keep speaking, even as your voice wavered. “This… whatever this is. I can’t keep doing this, Fyodor. I—I’m not enough for you, I know that. So before you get bored of me, before you find someone better, I just—”

Fyodor stood, moving around the desk in deliberate, measured steps.

"Before I what, exactly?" he asked, voice like silk laced with steel.

“You—you were going to replace me. I know it. You don’t have to pretend.”

You did a little jump out of surprise, a gasp escaped your lips as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you forward until you stumbled against him.

“You truly are cruel,” Fyodor whispered, his voice sickeningly sweet. “To think so little of me… to try and run from me.”

“F-Fyodor—”

“I, myself, chose you, I know what you're capable of.” he murmured, his fingers trailing up your spine.

You felt dizzy, your body betraying you as you leaned into his warmth despite the suffocating air between you.

"But since you insist on doubting me…" He pulled back slightly, just enough to cup your face, tilting your chin up.

“I suppose I’ll just have to take measures.”

“Measures?”

Before you could say another word, he pulled you forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your lips.

“You’ll never leave me again.”

The moment Fyodor’s lips pressed against yours, you felt something—a faint bitterness, seeping into your skin. You barely had time to react before your body suddenly felt… light. Your thoughts, once tangled and suffocating, seemed to quiet, the anxiety that had gripped your chest moments ago fading into something calm.

Fyodor held you steady despite your weaken legs, his hands firm as they guided you into his embrace.

“No more doubts, my dear. No more pushing me away.”

“What… what did you do?”

Fyodor simply smiled, “Just a little something to ease that restless mind of yours.”

“You think too much,… and I simply cannot have that, now can I?”

Your lips parted in protest, but the words wouldn’t come. Your body felt heavy, but your mind—your mind felt so soft, like it was wrapped in cotton.

And Fyodor… he was still there. Still holding you, still looking at you like you were something irreplaceable.

For the first time, you didn’t question it.

You simply let him hold you.

—---

In the days that followed, you found yourself listening to Fyodor more. The creeping paranoia that had once consumed you, the desperate need to push him away, had dulled into something distant, something manageable.

He never let you too far from his sight, and strangely, you didn’t mind. If anything, you found comfort in the way he kept you close, in the way his fingers would idly play with yours when you sat together, his voice a low murmur as he spoke of the world, of people, of the uselessness of those who did not understand.

He never let anyone near him, not unless they were one of the few he trusted. It was proof, he told you, of how selective he was. Of how rare it was to be in his presence.

Of how special you were.

And you believed him.

For the most part.

Until her.

You weren’t sure what it was about the woman named Lila that set something off in you. Maybe it was the way she smiled too sweetly, the way her gaze lingered just a little too long when she spoke to you. Maybe it was the way she inserted herself into your space, into his space, a little too freely.

It made you uncomfortable.

That night, as you sat curled up on the couch, his fingers combing idly through your hair, you hesitated before speaking.

“She…” You swallowed. “She was too close.”

Fyodor hummed, fingers stilling slightly before continuing their slow, rhythmic movements. “Ah. Her.”

You nodded. “I… I didn’t like it.”

A pause. Then, a soft chuckle. “I see.”

You looked up at him, uneasy. “You don’t… you don’t think I’m just being paranoid, do you?”

He tilted your chin up, his thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip.

“No, love,” he murmured. “You are simply learning.”

The next day, she was gone.

And no one ever spoke of her again.

[dollivication]

desperately want In Ho to kidnap me and just like.. edge me as he watches the games run and he kinda like fingers me/rubs my clit quicker the more people die to see how long i could last until that specific game ended OROR just to be mean.. all while grumbling about gi-hun PLS PLS. I NEED HIM SO BAD OMG. him and the fucking guy with the briefcase.. GONG YOO :(

ahem.. i missed you and your rants as you can tell 😭

-🐈‍⬛

🐈‍⬛non… my dearest 🐈‍⬛non i MISSED YOU MORE. i can always depend on yew to awaken my inner gooner… I 🩷 YU SO BAD I TOOK THIS AND RAN!!!!! GOD BLESS YOU!! laik…… in-ho who does a bit of everything… switching between fingering you AND rubbing your clit to test your limits AND just because he wants to be mean! and because he’s a little jealous of gi-hun.. :3

cw: dead dove, noncon, implied kidnapping, nsfw, fingering, squirting, subtle jealousy, yandere-ish behavior… MDNI.

HWANG IN-HO

the size of the screen before you makes it impossible for you to avert your gaze, not that you would’ve been able to with the single gloved hand keeping your head still. its firm hold on your jaw was almost unforgiving, the owner behind you forcing you to absorb the childish hell that so many burdened yet innocent people had been unfortunate enough to put themselves in.

the shouts of terror and unheard pleas seemed to haunt this small room, tormenting your mind as your captor remained unfazed towards it all. you’d flinch at the blood splatters on the ground, at the echoes of gunshots that then swiftly pierced flesh, while in-ho stood like a statue. him being death itself, immune to the devastation and scarring he brings.

and even yet, despite the grotesque display of human lives fighting amongst themselves to make another day, a puddle of arousal pooled between your legs, granting the leather seat you’d been manhandled onto a reflective patch. the texture of the chair only looked that much glossier with the puddle’s slight glare under the harsh illumination.

unmasked, in-ho’s attention shifted between the deaths on screen to your tear-streaked face, thoroughly admiring the beauty in seeing the parallels of an unwilling witness and unsuspecting victims’ reactions to this heinous game of survival. his other hand, void of its respective glove, had taken its place at your drooling cunt, basking in the disobedience of your body as he’d pump two fingers into your tight walls, only ever pulling them out to rub at the aching bundle of nerves just above.

“You like this, don’t you?” he’d claim in a hushed voice, his warm breath fanning your collarbone as you’d helplessly squirm, your bound wrists at your back assisting little in this pathetic escape. in-ho would hum, whether out of amusement or acknowledgment of your desperation being unclear to you. perhaps both.

“Just look at you, soaking my fingers,” in-ho would sigh, almost dreamily as he’d feel your pussy clench around his digits. he’d push deeper until he heard a gargled moan mixed with a sob, quickly removing his fingers and moving to your clit. “You don’t have to deny me. You and I are no different from each other.”

he could feel his cock throbbing in his black slacks at your persistent tears, unable to hold himself back from nuzzling his lips against one of your flushed cheeks and allowing the salty droplet to fall on his tongue. he’d run the tip of the wet muscle over the skin, causing you to lean away from him. he’d chase, of course, reinforcing his grip on your jaw to ensure you wouldn’t try a thing like that again.

his fingers on your clit would speed up their circular motions, pausing suddenly to give your cunt a slap. the slick sound would interrupt the sounds of despair coming from the wide television screen, your body jolting at the impact that had caused a conflicting but nauseatingly pleasureful spark in you.

satisfied that the unspoken warning quickly settled in your head—don't be difficult—he’d return to his motions. “It’ll be over soon,” he promised. but you both knew that soon was just another word for never.

he simply couldn’t get enough of you.

“Just a little more, hm?” his fingers moved rapidly at this point, doubling his efforts for every body that would collapse. he’d glance back up to the live game, seeing as the mocking red numbers of the timer counted down, now fewer players standing than there had been at the start of it. amongst them, player 456.

it hasn’t gone unnoticed by in-ho how your gaze tends to land on gi-hun the most, following him with a silent concern. he wasn’t totally aware of your relations to him, if there were any at all. he could have demanded answers from you, yes, but he preferred you with the duct tape on your pretty little mouth, reduced to nothing but cute sounds. there was no use in torturing yourselves with having to listen to your grating begging.

in-ho would just have to use your body language.

“Gi-hun,” he started, feeling the way you already tensed up at the mention of the man’s name. “I imagine he must be important to you.” his head turned to you again, “I wonder what he’d think if he were to see you get off while him and the others try to stay alive.”

in-ho heard another muffled sob, his lips twitching at your reaction, the tiny shake of your head not lost on him. so you did care about the man to some extent. oh, you made things so easy for him.

“Maybe he’d be disgusted.” he theorized, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds. he took a second to look at the pink, wet flesh, burning it into his memory. “One could only hope, no?”

he slid his two digits back into you for the umpteenth time, merciless in the way he thrusted them in and out. he was obviously done playing around, wanting to muddy your mind with bliss rather than thoughts of another man.

he listened to the squelching of the contact, observing how your thrashing became more consistent. he held back a grunt seeing you toss your head back, your pussy finally squirting out its juice all over his hand and black floors with a gushing noise. he kept going for a while longer, wanting to draw out the moment even if it was at your expense.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” he told you, knowing well that his brief words would only stress you further when your head would eventually clear up. it was never a good thing when he ‘kept an eye’ on someone. just look at you.

“I’m sure you won’t have to worry about him sooner or later.” in-ho said, pressing his lips against the duct tape on your own in a sick attempt of a kiss.

when the game’s timer finally reached four zeros, he expected to see gi-hun to be just one of the many causalities littered across the floor. and yet upon tearing away from the sight of your spent figure, this newfound obstacle stood as one of the handful of survivors.

gi-hun pushes his luck far too much. in-ho could only predict when he’d run out of it.

and in-ho bitterly hoped, for the sake of what he had with you, that that time would arrive promptly.

[ladykailitha]

Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime Part 5

We are now in the latter half of this story and hooboy is going to worse before it gets better. Again this story is done, I'm just putting out the remaining chapters I have.

We have the Forrest talk, The Wheeler House, and Wayne blows a gasket. Poor, poor Wayne.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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“Dustin looks up to you so much, Steve,” Eddie murmured. “It’s all he talks about. Hell, it’s all they all talk about. If Jeff and them didn’t know you before they joined Hellfire they would have gotten psychic damage with how much they talk about Steve the hero.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, well. I wish he’d tell me more to my face instead of all the bullshit I do get from him. Like he had a bag filled with flashlights and I asked him where he got them, do you want to know what he said?”

Eddie let out a pained sigh. “Something snarky and rude?”

“Right in one,” Steve groused. “He said that I was an adult and shouldn’t have to be told everything. Like no one else gets that amount of disrespect. Including you, who is older than I am.”

“That little shit head,” Eddie said with another sigh. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thanks.”

They walked in silence for a moment or two before Eddie spoke up.

“I’m learning this week that I’m coward,” he murmured, poking and twisting his hands nervously. “I didn’t think I was until Chrissy. But when I saw her raise up to my ceiling...I–I just ran. I could have stayed. I could have tried to help. I knew that this place was and I couldn’t help her.”

Steve shook his head. “Do you remember the first comic I ever drew for you?”

Eddie’s eyes widen and his hangdog expression cleared. “The gun, the boy running to his car before dashing back into save the day, the fear...”

“Yeah, Eds,” he murmured. “It was always about that. Running in is okay as long you know that when the time comes you’ll do the right thing in the right time.”

Eddie ran his hands over his face. “God, Stevie,” he murmured. “I hesitated. To jump in after you. You had just been dragged in and Nancy went in right after you, Robin merely a second later. But I paced that god damn boat before following suit.”

“So what?” Steve said, reaching up to guide Eddie’s face to meet his head on. “I bet I can tell you what your thought process was.”

“Steve...” Eddie whined. “Jumping in after immediately was the biggest sign of true love I’ve ever seen.”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t want her, I want you. Because I know you hesitated to jump because you weren’t sure if you should go back to sure and let everyone know what happened or to jump in and protect me and the girls. You chose to protect us, Eddie. Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? I love you.”

Eddie closed his eyes and let go of all the jealousy and envy he had over Nancy and what they had before Eddie came along. He knew Steve was gay. He knew that Steve had chosen him and had kept choosing him, time after time. But when he saw the way the two of them teased each other, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head, causing him to throw his vest at Steve.

He nodded and then accepted the kiss that Steve gave him. They might be in a hellscape running for their lives with an evil wizard and all his minions chasing after them but they had each in other in this.

And they would make it. Together.

~

“They’re gone!” Nancy cried. “They aren’t here. They should be in this shoe box, but all that’s in here are the shoes that I ruined my junior year. I broke the heel on the one and had to toss them both out.”

“What do you mean they’re gone?!” Eddie bit out through clenched teeth. “How could they be gone?”

“It doesn’t make any sense!” she cried gesturing wildly. “They should be here!”

Steve wandered over to the wall and looked up at the poster. “Nance, when did you exchange your Blondie calendar for the poster?”

“Steve is that really important right now?” she snapped and then she turned around to see said calendar on the wall. “Oh!”

“What does that mean?” Robin asked, trying to break the tension that suddenly ramped up in the room.

“I think the Upside Down is stuck in 1983,” Nancy murmured. “But since the revolver isn’t here either, I’d have to guess November 6th.”

Robin and Eddie shared a confused glance.

“I don’t know what that means,” Eddie admitted, sticking his hands in his back pockets.

“That’s the day Will disappeared,” Steve said absently. He poked the calendar a couple of times. “What is so important about that day...?”

Nancy just shook her head. “What are we going to do now?”

“Well,” Steve said with the shrug of his shoulders, “we can always make my weapon again.”

Nancy raised her eyebrows and then grinned. “That will certainly help, yes.”

~

They thundered down the stairs, but Steve stopped. Nancy and Robin kept going, but Eddie slowed down and looked back.

“What’s up, Stevie?” he asked as he watched his boyfriend strain as if he was hearing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Hey, guys wait up!”

Nancy and Robin turned around to see Steve inch down the stairs, his head cocked upwards.

“Can’t you hear it?” Steve asked. “It’s Dustin, I’m sure of it! And I think...Max.” He shook his head. “I can’t quite make it... out...”

Before Nancy could scoff again, Robin giggled.

“I can hear them too!” she said excitedly jumping up and down and clapping.

It didn’t take them long to figure out how to communicate with them and they found out that they had picked up Erica and she had been read in.

“How many times do I have to be right before you believe me?” Dustin barked angrily.

“Jesus Christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check,” Steve said twisting his lip and shaking his head ruefully.

Eddie leaned over to look past Nancy and Robin, “It’s his tone, right?”

After everything was decided that they all meet up at Eddie’s trailer, Eddie grimaced. “How are we going to get there? It’s like seven miles from here.”

Nancy looked around for a moment. “Well if it is the 6th, then all the kids would have had their bikes here. I mean it might be a little tight for the boys, but it’s better then walking.”

~

Once they were back top side, Wayne bullied the four older teens into showers and changed before sitting Steve down to do a proper stitch job while everyone caught up with what everyone had learned, but especially Nancy’s vision.

“We have to attack now,” Nancy said. “We don’t know who he’ll pick next and Max shouldn’t have to live on borrowed time.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said, nodding along with her. “We know that while Vecna is in the void his body is vulnerable to attacks. If we can lure him into attacking someone to open the fourth gate then we can attack his body in the Upside Down?”

“Oh is that all?” Eddie sneered, rising to his feet.

“Yep!” Dustin said cheerfully and Eddie slowly said back down in disappointment.

Wayne crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat back, allowing Steve to stand up. His back arms had been cleaned and properly bandaged, his sides had been sterilized, stitched, and re-bandaged, his neck cleaned and bandaged to keep further dirt out of the wound.

“Yeah?” Wayne said, “And who’s gonna be fighting this evil wizard of yours? Steve? The fella I just spent the last twenty minutes putting back together? Or the two ladies who are still in high school? Or any of the other children here, present?”

Dustin opened his mouth, but no words came out and everyone shifted around nervously as for the first time an adult put their foot down and said they shouldn’t be doing this.

Max came back into the front part of the trailer. “I tried reaching the Byers again and it’s a busy signal again.”

“Which means we have even less time then we thought,” Nancy insisted, putting her hands on her hips. “We need to take him out now before our friends get hurt, especially since we don’t know who his next victim will be.”

Wayne licked the bottom of his lips slowly. “Well you ain’t doing it with the eight of ya.”

Everyone looked around in confusion as it seemed like they were all counting their numbers.

“Before we get further,” Steve said quietly. “We do know who his next is. I read the files from Ms. Kelly’s office. I know how they all started. For Fred, Patrick, Chrissy.” He paused and then looked up. “Max.”

She froze in place and fought the urge to look over at the person she knew he was talking about, trying to look everywhere else.

“Yeah, Stevie?” Eddie asked gently. “Who’s next on the evil wizard’s hit list?”

Steve sat down hard between Lucas and Eddie and propped his chin on his knuckles. “It always starts off with visions. Visions of things he thinks you’re guilty of. I’m guessing in Max’s case it was Billy, like it was Nancy’s siblings in hers.”

Nancy wrapped her arms around her waist and looked down at the ground, rocking back on one heel of her shoes.

Both Wayne and Eddie tilted their head in the same direction at the same time as they regarded Nancy.

“Something tells me,” Eddie said wetting his lips, “that she knew that. Didn’t ya Nance?”

Max looked back and forth between Eddie and Nancy. “I was about to suggest using myself as bait, because if we can distract him long enough for a strike team to destroy his physical form, we can get rid of the Upside Down for good. But you’re telling me that she knew she was the next victim and was still going to let me be the sacrificial lamb?”

Steve shook his head. “Good ole Nancy Wheeler, only looking out for herself. We could wait a week and have Nancy be bait. Hell, we all have Walkmans. We get enough batteries and enough tapes I’m sure Max could last that long. But she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to go through the visions and guilt. Because she knows deep down Vecna, Henry, whoever is right. It is her fault Barb died.”

“Uh...” Lucas said into the resulting silence. “So are we going with Max or Nancy because that is really something we should decide before we get any further...”

“I’m all for taking the bastard out now,” Wayne said with a shrug. “But not with just us. We need more people.”

Steve turned to Eddie. “Are the boys still in town?”

Eddie got up and started waving his hands. “No. Nope. Absolutely not, Steve. We aren’t dragging them into this. Ignorance is hella bliss in this case. You know it is!”

Dustin shook his head ruefully. “If you’re suggesting who I think you’re suggesting, it couldn’t hurt. I mean Jason is amassing a lynch mob and we need all the help we can get.”

“I’d want to know,” Lucas said softly. “After what Jason and his goons did to Gareth. If I were them, I’d want to know.”

Eddie turned to glare at him. “And what did they do to Gareth?”

Lucas explained why he was no longer with the basketball guys to Nancy, Robin, Wayne, and Eddie.

“God damn it!” Wayne cussed. “That’s how they found out about the lake house? And Chief Powell just let them go? I’m going fucking sue this whole incompetent asshole county!”

“Well,” Nancy said, “I’m against it. We need a small strike team not a god damned army.”

“The hell you don’t,” Wayne snapped. “I saw the beast that damn near took out the mall and if it’s Henry Creel like we think it is, then we’re going to need everyone we can. And since we’re spread pretty thin on the ground right now with the Cali crew in the wind and Hopper dead... we need people. I would rather it not be children, but I’m out of options right now.”

Eddie pushed his fingers into his eye in frustration. “Fine.”

They all turned to him in shock.

“Fine,” he bit out again, flopping back onto the sofa. “I’ll round up the Hellfire crew. Shit, I’ll even see if Marty and Janice are in town for the week, because if we’re dragging people into this shit, we’re getting the whole band back together.”

“We’re going to need weapons and supplies,” Steve said with a sigh. He didn’t like the plan, but it was all they had. “And way to get all us of there.”

“The weapons are easy,” Wayne said with a huff, “War Zone. They’ll have everything you need. For both.”

“If we’re trying to avoid people from town,” Erica said, rolling her eyes, “maybe we should avoid a store called War Zone.”

Wayne snorted, “And you got somewhere else we can load up on supplies, little miss?”

Erica opened her mouth but no words came out.

“That’s what I thought,” Wayne said smugly.

“That takes care of one,” Robin said with a nod. “But what about transportation?”

“I have something,” Eddie said with a grin.

Steve came up to stand next to him. “You got some hidden car we don’t know about?”

“It’s not exactly a car,” Eddie said smirking at Wayne, “and it’s not exactly mine, but it’ll do.”

“Boy...” Wayne said warningly.

Eddie willfully ignored him. “Hey, Max you got a bandanna or mask I can use?”

~

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