#but don't worry i got the first one just fine!

[oracle-of-dream]

Just Listen

Minors DNI & Not Proofread

Summary: Sunghoon's been having a tough time at work. And now with you... If only he could get you to listen to him.

Warnings: Male Reader, Dom! Sunghoon, Creampie, No-prep, Obedience Kink

Sunghoon sighed as he looked at the sign on the elevator.

Out of Order in old red letters. He turned to start walking up the stairs. It was a long day at the law firm–especially training some new prosecutors. They were just so rebellious... If they'd listened to Sunghoon's instructions the first time, life wouldn't be nearly as difficult.

Finally, he reached the top of the stairs. He could see the door to his apartment slightly ajar down the hall. "I swear to god... I ask for the simplest things," he groaned as he pulled it open. As he stepped inside, trying but failing to suppress an icy demeanor. He saw you sprawled on the couch.

His tone was flat, and his eyebrows laid straight. "Y/n, you left the door unlocked and open. Again." Sunghoon pulled the door behind him, removed his suit jacket, and placed it neatly in the closet.

"Oh, well, I knew you'd be home soon..." You said, mumbling as you tried not to hold his glare.

"Did you?" His eyes drifted over your form, taking in the way your shirt rode up slightly, exposing a strip of smooth skin. "And me being near home convinced you to leave the door open, inviting strangers in?"

"I didn't invite anyone–"

"You know what I mean."

You looked over to the kitchen. "I-I just finished making dinner."

Sunghoon's head didn't turn away, but his eyes glanced over to the dish on the stove. "Oh, you cooked... So did you smoke up the place and need to air it out?"

"N-No!"

Sunghoon looked around, noticing the smoke alarm had its battery removed. "Next time, just open a fucking window."

You stood with a huff. "Hey, no cursing. I just wanted to welcome you home with something nice after a long day..." You walked to him, scooping his hand and playing with his fingers. "I thought we could relax together tonight."

Sunghoon stared at your hand as it laced with his. "So did you throw away your mess in the house or outside?"

"Outside."

"And the dish is from the restaurant down the street?"

"Actually it's two streets over."

Sunghoon couldn't help but crack a smile. "Well, fine. I'll let you off this time since you got us a meal... That I paid for." He knew he'd get a charge for tonight's dinner on this month's statement, but he left a second card to his account with you so he could spoil you even when he wasn't present. "Do you need help cleaning?"

You shook your head. "Don't worry about it! I'll take care of it, just relax."

Sunghoon nodded. "I'll let you handle it then. Let's watch a movie while we eat. I know there's a new sci-fi one you mentioned."

"I don't know... Last time we watched a movie I wanted, you couldn't even wait 5 minutes."

"I accidentally sat on the remote a few times."

"And then proceeded to make out with me?"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows wiggled slightly. "It's just to give you those special attention-grabbing moments. But don't worry. tonight, I promise–no interruptions, no distractions. Just us, the movie, and food." He flashed a smirk. "Unless, of course, you get a little bored during the movie."

"I won't get bored. I wanna watch it, so keep your hands to yourself."

"We can't cuddle?" Sunghoon's eyes peeked past his glasses, with a slight beg.

You ignored his request, sitting on the couch. He joined you, adjusting some pillows and piling some food onto a plate.

The movie started, and Sunghoon behaved as promised. You were a little sad he wasn't getting a little touchy... You leaned against him, and he shifted a bit.

"Come on," He patted his chest. "Lay here, I'll hold you. Just holding." You laid on his chest, his warmth pressing against yours. Your back against his chest as his hands wrapped around your waist in a gentle embrace. Sunghoon started watching you more than the movie. He loved your face when you focused. It was so fucking cute...

The movie reached the end. Sunghoon waited as he could see your brain digesting it.

"I can't believe she lived at the end... I thought she'd die."

Sunghoon nodded, encouraging you to share your theories. As you ran through the whole film, one part of your rant caught Sunghoon's attention.

"...And the male lead? The romantic interest, he was so handsome! How could they kill him? I was hoping he'd end up surviving with the woman."

Your boyfriend frowned at you calling another man handsome.

"B-But not as handsome as you!"

You tried to recover, but it was already done. Sunghoon always got dramatic when you complimented other men.

"Oh, I didn't realize that kind of guy was your type."

"Hoon, don't start–"

"Don't start? I'm not starting anything. I just thought I should try and look up that guy's phone number so I can connect you guys."

You squirmed out of his arms. "You're being so..."

"So, what?" Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows, taunting you.

Smirking, you stopped yourself from speaking. You stood and drifted away from the couch, making Sunghoon follow you.

"So, what!?" Sunghoon's voice raised a bit, his ears got warm, and could feel his heartbeat spike.

Your smirk faded and your head cocked to the side. "Sunghoon... Why are you so angry suddenly?"

He folded his arms. "I'm not angry."

"You're shouting."

"I'm just speaking loudly."

"That's shouting!"

"Well, don't talk about other guys in front of me!"

You blinked absent-mindedly. "It's a movie! He's an actor, I was just making a fucking comment."

Sunghoon surged toward you, with his index finger out. "Do not curse at me."

"I wasn't cursing AT you."

"Don't get technical with me either, y/n!" Sunghoon's hand rushed through his hair, pushing it back. "Why can't you just listen to me?"

"How am I not listening?"

Your partner held you by your shoulders. You felt small under his grasp as he loomed over you. He took a breath. "I–just mean... I want to be the only guy you think is handsome. Even if you have to let me be delusional a bit." He held you to his chest. "I can't stand the thought of you liking someone more than me."

"I never said I liked him more than you..."

"I know... I just get a bit... jealous."

You press yourself against his chest, listening to his racing heart. "You know you're the only one for me, Hoonie."

Sunghoon lifted your chin. "Just listen to me on this, okay?"

You nodded, earning a smile from him as he leaned in to pair your lips with his. Your hands cupped his face, pulling him deeper. Sunghoon's hands found your waist, and he pulled you together as the kiss got more intense. You pulled away for a breath. "I promise I'll listen a bit more... I'll follow whatever directions you give me."

You giggled as you let your hand slide down his body. When you find what you were looking for, you give it a soft squeeze. Sunghoon groaned in response, and his head threw back as he bucked his hips.

"Mmm, fuck yes... just like that," He groans again, his voice scratchy and desperate. "I need your hands around it."

You could feel his cock getting harder. Sunghoon's cock was big, which shocked you when you saw it the first time. Your favorite thing to do was to feel it get hard. Starting small and growing to almost ten inches... Just thinking about it would make your eyes roll.

Sunghoon guided your hand to palm the zipper, letting you feel the outline of it.

His head fell down to your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, "Y/n, I need it."

The way Sunghoon's voice peaked when he begged for your touch. It made a rush run up your spine. He made quick work of his clothes, shrugging out of his shirt and shoving his pants down enough to free his aching erection.

"Remember, our walls aren't too thick. Don't wake the neighbors."

Sunghoon didn't bother trying to take you to the bedroom. He dragged you to the couch and threw you on your back.

"Fuck, stay here," Sunghoon commanded as he rushed off, leaving you alone. "Get those pants off!" He shouts from the bedroom. You giggled as you started sliding your pants off. It wasn't often that Sunghoon was more dominant with you, he was usually more patient.

You could hear the sound of Sunghoon returning to the room, the wet sound of slicking himself up getting louder as he approached. He entered into the room, some lube dripping off his dick.

"Now, let's get you ready." Sunghoon lifted your legs onto his shoulders as he spread your cheeks gently. A finger teased your hole, pressing slightly. "Beg, baby. Let me hear you."

You held in a groan as he smiled at you. "Sunghoon, please. I need it, so bad. Just skip the fingers..."

"Skip the fingers? Are you sure?" Sunghoon's voice teased.

You nodded furiously. "Please, just the tip. Anything!"

"Jeez, you are cock hungry." He listened to the strangled gasp that slipped from your lips as the head of his cock breached your tight entrance. His hands held your hips, pressing into you. You could tell it was going to bruise, and Sunghoon was resisting the urge to split you open and thrust in. "F-Fuck, y/n!" He hissed, voice strained with effort. "You're tighter than I thought."

You struggled to reply as your eyes bulged from the rush. Your eyes bulged and rolled back as your mouth hung open. "If you want to stop, then pull out–"

Your sentence was cut off as Sunghoon pushed deeper. "Don't test me. I'm trying to be nice."

Sunghoon waited to feel you relax before moving in, inch by inch. He made it halfway before you flinched, making him stop.

"Sung, wait– It's too much. I can't..."

Sunghoon opened his eyes to look at you. Your back was arched and your body twitched, which only made you more sensitive. Your eyes were wet and looking into his.

"Can't?" He cocked his head to the side. "Too bad, you'll manage."

"I can't! It won't fit..."

"I'll make it fit." Sunghoon leaned over you, pressing your mouth to his collarbone. "Bite me if it's too tough." Even when he was being dominant, Sunghoon was taking care of you...

His eyes closed with focus. Took a deep breath. And slammed his hips into you as he hilts himself fully inside you, stretching you wide around him, he releases a low groan as he leans over you. Your teeth sank into Sunghoon's collarbone.

He stroked your head. "That's it... Take it all. Such a good slut," he growled. "You feel incredible... tight, hot, and wet. I can feel you twitching around me, begging me to fuck you."

You moaned into his neck as Sunghon started a deep, steady rhythm. Slowly pulling out and snapping back into you. Before long, your boyfriend was losing himself in it as he drove his cock into you. The sound of the couch creaked louder with each powerful thrust, slightly pounding the wall.

"Shhh, you can do it," he pants against your ear, and his hot breath sends shivers down your spine. "I don't want to let anyone else hear you being needy for me."

Sunghoon angled his hips, and he found your spot. A scream ripped out of your chest as you detach from his collar.

"Oh, fuck! Sunghoon, I can't breathe! You're so big, so deep!"

Sunghoon hits your prostate exactly with strength.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You almost shout at him.

He smirked. "Untouched? You're so perfect. I'm close too, I swear, it'll be over soon."

Your body tensed and convulsed around him. Sunghoon felt your walls clamp down on his cock like a vice. The sensation was too insane to ignore. With a loud, guttural moan, he buried himself within you as he finished.

"Take it, every drop! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!" He grunted, hips jerking as he emptied himself within you. Thick, hot streams of cum filled you. Some even leaked out as Sunghoon pumped in you through his orgasm.

Sunghoon lets out a weak sigh as he collapses against you, his weight pressing you into the couch.

You twitched and shook as your boyfriend's weight pressed on you. "Holy fuck..."

"You took it so well, baby. I'm so proud." He kissed your nose. "Such a good boy. You took it so good." Sunghoon cooed praises as you drifted into unconsciousness.

When you woke up from your fucked-out nap, Sunghoon had put you in a warm bath. He called in from work to care for you. Servicing you as much as you want...

He kissed your neck as he washed you. "By the way... Today's Friday. The office is closed on the weekend. So we'll have plenty of time to test how obedient you are."

[purpdrawsthings]

You'll Be Back Mr Puzzles MAP!

No this is actually real soahsodhsoshsi

Hihi everyone saw my last post hahahhhh I wasn't joking 💀

READ THE ENTIRETY OF THIS IF YOU WANT TO JOIN ‼️‼️‼️‼️

I don't want no nobody to not understand anything

Anyways, onto the details!

Wait, what's a MAP?

Ah.. I should explain that shouldn't I?

MAP stands for Multiple-Animator Project. It's basically a collaborative project made up of numerous animations by different creators!

You might have seen these before in the art fandom, if not, you're not a real artist /jk /nsrs /lh

Jokes aside, these projects tend to be fun for most creators and I'm hoping that this would bring some fun to the people joining :)

Is this begginer friendly?

Why yes it is! Regardless you're good at animation or not, you're welcome to join! Just... At least put some effort rather than being lazy?

Regardless, everyone is welcomed with open arms here! So don't be afraid ;)

What canvas size should I use?

1280x720 preferably! Just to make sure it doesn't take up too much of my data ;w;

But you can use any canvas size you'd want besides that! A box shape, or that weird YouTube short form... Nvm exclude that one but anyways, yeah any canvas size that you're comfortable with!

Is there a specific theme?

There's actually none! The map is supposed to just be a silly Mr puzzles map :3

This includes the setting and etc like- go crazy! Do a sad, fun, crazy, angry moment or something! Do what your imagination can make out of that song using Puzzles ^^

Is it okay if I can't remove my animating apps watermark?

It's completely fine if you can't remove it! Don't worry you're not the only broke one here ;)

Am I allowed to put my watermark?

Yes! You're incouraged to add in your watermark so people know it's your part!

Dw, if you don't have one them I'll just put your name while I'm editing the entire thing :)

Can I include my OCS or my Mr puzzles design?

Yes you can! You can also change your Puzzles aus whenever you'd like.

E.g my Showman Puzzles on part 1 and my Puzzles kinsona on part 2

It's just an example! If you're adding ocs, it's good! But the animation should primarily focused on Puzzles! He can interact with other characters but it's mostly just him. Oh and if you're wondering, it doesn't have to be SMG4 OCS :)

How many parts can I take?

Hey hey don't be greedy /hj

2 parts! I want everybody to take their chances and do some cool stuff :D

Where should I ask for parts or send submissions at?

In the discord server I made! The link will be at the end of the post. I know I just replied to some in this blog and they got their parts, I will NOT be accepting any ask parts OUTSIDE of the server.

The same goes with submissions/finished parts, please do send it in discord.

Why is this? This is because I want everything to be easier for me so I could manage stuff. I get frustrated very easily so yeah 😭

Is there a deadline?

Well uh- I'm not sure! But it's probably going to be planned on the June or July, somewhere in the middle of the year. Though I will be making sure nobody feels rushed for their sake

Have you ever host a MAP before?

Wait where tf did that one come from-

No I haven't unfortunately, this is my first one! I've always wanted to make a MAP because of how cool the idea itself is.

Now that that's done, here are the parts! As time progresses a and people enter, I'll fill them up :3

Intro : me

1. @e-v-e-l-l-e

2.

3.

4. @lari-the-dragon

5. @rat-n-atty

6.

7. @mrtophat518

8. @fenicearts420

9. @cosmicoreo9

10.

11. @niranutcake

12.

13. Me

14. @alex-dolmatescu2-0

15. @libbytwq

16. @alex-dolmatescu2-0

17. @rr3d2y

18. @4thwallbreakerdraws2

19. @niranutcake

20.

21. @messydoodlesyt

22. @messydoodlesyt

23.

24.

Outro : me

Last but not least.. Please do enter your submissions in the discord server below this sentence :D

You can post your part outside the server if you want but I'm only taking the ones submitted in the server itself :)

Andddd that's about all! You can ask questions here and in the server. Yeetus chat!

[pricegouge]

FAIRY ANON AGAIN GOUGE YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THIS CONTENT WOOFWOOFWOOFBARK.

Soap and Fairy!Reader just have a very symbiotic relationship, they both a little freaky for each other, it just works.

Got me thinking about how the other teammates treat you and cackled at the idea of Ghost being this incredibly superstitious ass that wants nothing to do with you and has to warm up to you being around him. There is exactly ONE (1) moment where Soap is like 'ah shite hold her for a second I gotta brb' and before he can say anything literally just shoves you into Ghost's hand, and he's so lost on what to do with you he just keeps you wrapped up in his hand, thumb on the top of your noggin so you can't squirm out.

Soap comes back and Ghost hasn't moved an inch

'.....Lt, you alright?'

'm fine just take the damn thing.'

Price is amused by you, but doesn't quite tolerate your mischief or curiosity as much as Soap does. If you're going to sit with him, you sit and behave. If you're a good girl, he might reward you - once he learns HOW.... he has a few ideas, but he's worried about breaking you.

You love petting his beard, combing over the hairs, letting it tickle you when you nuzzle against him. Maybe you help him make his tea or coffee, just to entertain him. He watches you put in just the right amount of sugar cubes, and then use a stirring straw to mix it all up. (Probably had to learn the hard way not to stir too much, since you spilled some coffee on a few important documents.)

When you're back to perching on his shoulder, he squishes you to his cheek with his hand in a pseudo form of a hug and calls you a good, sweet girl.

Its all done for when Gaz gets to spend time with you. Man spoils you ROTTEN. Soap walks in one day looking for you, and he finds Gaz having you try on cute little outfits he bought online. Treats you like an absolute princess. Who knew humans fashioned such cute clothes, all just for some toys??? They're all yours now.

When you want to repay Gaz, he gets a kick out of making you straddle his cock and grind on it, calls you his little cowgirl with a laugh before he holds your little waist in his hands and grinds you down harder on his cock. Use your legs to squeeze him just right before you get impatient and want your lips on his leaking tip.

When Ghost is finally convinced you're not out to steal their souls or smth, you have fun wiggling under his balaclava. Soap gets a real big laugh when he sees you peakin' your lil head through the eye opening, pressed right up against Ghost's face and getting the perfect view of the world from his perspective. How fascinating!

He takes it in stride, knowing now you're just a curious thing. He slips you from his mask when your wings smack him one too many times tho. Soap and Gaz debate on getting you a dollhouse to sleep in, but Ghost puts his vote on getting you a hamster cage just to see how the two sergeant's faces at the suggestion.

Regardless of what they do, you somehow always slip out to just to scurry over to Soap's pillow and nuzzle up to his cheek at night. He's much warmer than a simple doll's bed, after all - and if you're the first thing he sees when he wakes up, maybe he'll be that much more inclined to play with you before he really has to get out of bed.

-🧚‍♀️ (thought it'd be fitting lol.)

lmaoo ghost hanging onto fairy girly, with the same amount of stress and pressure implied:

im having fun imagining what price could do to make reader listen to him without breaking her but actually, i don't think he even needs to do much beyond give her That Look and she's instantly on her best behavior, climbing up under his hat cause she's a bit scared and just wants to be close and maybe massage his scalp in apology.

(do think she climbs into his empty whiskey bottle at least once though, because she's curious what's so good about it and gets so drunk she can't find her way out of it and the guys all have to solve the 'how to get the ship back out of the bottle proble without hurting her)

gaz with the doll clothing omg!!! and barbie clothes usually have the velcro in the back which means she'd have a place to slot her wings. that's so smart! he takes her shopping through the toy aisle when it's his turn to 'watch her' and she gets jealous any time he says one of the barbies look pretty in certain looks 😂

however. i think price catche wind that the boys are searching for an adequate doll house and pitches a fit. builds her one of those indoor green houses instead like people rear butterflies/moths or mantids in. a little plastic house will never do for their girl! (<- completely inspired by early's worm fic ngl)

[rain-soaked-sun]

To hold him close

Cw: Sunday x reader fluff, religious imagery,thoughts of self doubt, hurt/comfort . Their bedroom has a private dressing you off the side, connecting to their bathroom WK 650 Gn , please let me know if I mention gender!

⊹︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⊹

Sunday often wonders how someone as pure as you can stand or even love a sinner such as him

It will continue to boggle him for the rest of his days. He will never understand your patience for him. He can't see you all the time because of his work, his odd habits make it hard for even the most understanding people to take. He can be snappy at you for no reason ,and yet, you love him all the same

He sees himself as an undeserving devotee in your presence, constantly gifted by his god, you. Vying for your continued love and praise as undeserving it is, doing all he can to make you never leave , to reassure you that your love isn't misplaced. Perhaps it stems from his upbringing that he had to work hard to earn your approval and love. Though,you would give it out to him for free

It's not like you would ever leave, you don't understand his feeling that he doesn't deserve love like anyone else. You treasure him more than the stars in the sky,and sometimes he understands that , one day he will never question your loyalty again but for now you will remind him as much as you have to

“My dove? Are you in your dressing room?” Sunday called from your bedroom. You chirped a response before he entered .

“Ah,there you are “, he leaned over you slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders, idly rubbing circles into them. He stared at the reflection of you two in the vanity bathroom briefly before pressing his head into the crook of neck and pressed featherlight kisses down to your shoulder

You recognized his patterns by now, you recognized the stiff rigid twitches of his wings. you could see the fatigue lying behind his smile, the circles under his eyes . You worried for him as any lover would and made up your mind to take care of him. Even for the night it would do him good to relax

“Sunday?” You said softly, a soothing hand running through his hair,”Hm? What is it?” His face still buried in your neck.

“When was the last time you got to truly relax, you seem so tired. I worry for you, you know this. Don't you?”You felt a faint smile against your skin,”Don't fret over me, I'm fine I promise you. It's just a little extra work-” he looked up from your neck and could see your face, he hated that expression, it seems he could never lie to you. He huffed lightly,his shoulders sagging ,”It will be done soon , please don't look so upset , it hurts my heart. What can I do?”

“It's not what you can do for me Sunday. You give too much to everyone else and have nothing left for yourself , you work yourself till you're dead tired , like now.” You looked directly at him now, he felt seen under your gaze, how could you read him so well he always wondered. “Let me take care of you, please?”

“That's not necessary-” You silenced him with a kiss. He melted into your lips and he knew you had won , he would fall into your embrace for tonight and go work again tomorrow , he assured himself You pulled back with a satisfied smile ,”Come , first you will change into something comfortable, and then we will relax in bed for the rest of the night, perhaps have a maid bring us some food?” You said fondly , getting up from the vanity chair and led him out of the small dressing room into the main suite

“Whatever you say my dear I will do . You ask for the maid and tell her I would like some filled puffs and whatever you want, and I will change . Is that alright? " He said with a lazy smile, affection lining every word .

“That would be perfect”

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ not your aphrodite

fame!au shinso x gn!reader

based on goddess by laufey

a/n: i was reading @/poemeater's smau series and got inspired 🤭 shinso and y/n are both music artists in this!

you were surprised to meet shinso at your concert.

you'd heard of his band before - well, heard was an understatement. they'd only released one album, but their popularity was already through the roof. you even had a copy of their album. and to have them attend your concert? you were more excited than you would admit.

when you met him, you were immediately taken by his purple hair, the way he ran his fingers through the messy locks. shinso was a lot more reserved than the rest of his bandmates, but you didn't miss the sparkle in his eyes when he asked you for a photo.

it wasn't long before he asked you on a date.

he'd picked an expensive restaurant, one you'd been to before. he picked you up outside your house, and you found yourself really enjoying yourself.

it was perfect.

except for the paparazzi.

you put down some money for the bill and tug on shinso's arm.

"come on, they'll find us. there's a back door we can use."

you run, and run, until you've shaken off the reporters.

breathless, the two of you hide in an alleyway, trying to stay silent as you hear the frantic yelling of fans.

"where did they go?"

"they can't have just disappeared..."

you catch shinso's eye, and you both stifle a laugh.

you share your first kiss in that alleyway that night.

you'd written it off as an accident the first few times. shinso was new to fame. but as months pass by, you notice that the paparazzi followed to the two of you everywhere. especially on dates.

you try not to think too much of it.

but then there was that day you spent the night at shinso's apartment.

"morning," you yawn, as you make your way into shinso's kitchen.

there's a hint of surprise in his expression, but its gone before you can question it.

"morning," he replies, turning away from you. "get yourself ready. i planned breakfast at the café around the corner."

it was a busy place, with lots of customers on the daily. you keep a tight hold on shinso's arm, half afraid of the paparazzi.

and for a while, you think you're fine. until that blonde girl in the booth behind you recognises you, and her boyfriend recognises shinso, and all hell breaks loose.

you're finally back in shinso's apartment, and you're more than a little pissed. you turn to him angrily.

"why are they always there-"

"why do you keep running-"

you both start speaking at the same time.

"what?" you ask.

"why are we always running? why can't we just stay there, and let them take photos?"

you're too startled to speak.

"it's almost like you don't want them to know about us."

"that's not it! i don't mind them knowing about us, i just want to spend more time with you without having to worry about whether we're going to be on the news tomorrow morning, or if they're going to make up another scandal."

"isn't that the point of fame, though?"

you're taken aback.

"why did you even become an artist if you don't want to put up with the fans?"

"i do love my fans, i just-"

"you know, you're not all that," shinso sneers. "maybe your music is good, but you're not the perfect angel everyone thinks you are. i thought i was dating a goddess, but it's all just glamour."

you can't even respond. you try desperately to swallow the lump in your throat, to blink back the tears threatening to spill.

"so you were with me for my fame?" your voice is little more than a broken whisper.

"i thought you were a star." shinso's back is facing you now. "i guess you're not the same y/n i see on stage."

heartbroken, you leave shinso's apartment without even a goodbye.

the cameras catch you on your way out.

tears prick your eyes as you laugh bitterly, seeing the new headlines on the news.

y/n l/n caught leaving shinso's apartment in tears.

of course, it was silly old you, thinking he loved you for you. that maybe he saw past the charm, the façade you put on for your fans.

well, now he knew.

you're no goddess when you're alone.

[luckyroll3]

Quid Pro Quo: Chapter 4

Masterlist and Summary

Warnings: This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only. Includes explicit sexual content, graphic language, some violence, etc. Author chooses to not extensively tag in order to preserve some elements of storytelling.

Word Count: 8,077

You slide into the seat across from Chan at your usual table in the student center. He's got his textbook open, papers sprawled with equations and diagrams on the table. But his focus is wavering, his gaze lifting to meet yours with a flicker of something unreadable.

"Hey Channie," you begin, your voice light but probing, "how was the rest of your weekend?"

He shrugs nonchalantly, a practiced ease in his shoulders, but the tightness around his eyes betrays him. "Usual stuff," he says, though the words lack their typical cocksure rhythm. "Yours sounded... eventful." You see his eyes drop to your neck, noting the bruises from the weekend, although they are faint now, the evidence of your escapades already starting to fade.

"It was amazing," you reply, unable to keep the dreamy tone from your voice.

Chan looks up from his book, his eyes guarded but curious. "Oh yeah?" he asks, trying to sound casual as he leans back against the chair. "Do tell."

You recount snippets of your beachside escape, careful not to delve too deep into the intimacy shared with Changbin. As your words flow, you notice that Chan's smile seems a bit forced, his laughter a touch hollow, not quite ringing out like normal. His usual quips don't punctuate your sentences. Instead, there's a hush, a thoughtful silence that curls around his clipped replies like fog.

Chan nods, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. "Sounds nice," he mumbles, shuffling some of his papers. "I'm glad it went well."

"Seriously, Chan, everything was perfect," you say earnestly, meeting his gaze. "I couldn't have asked for a better first time. Thank you."

"Hey, no problem. It was part of our deal," he replies, looking away and fidgeting with the corner of a textbook page. "Just happy I could help."

You lean in, trying to catch his eye. "Is everything okay, Chan? You seem a little... off."

He shrugs, still not meeting your gaze. "Just stressed about the upcoming final. Nothing to worry about."

"You sure?"

"Of course," he quickly counters, a little too swiftly to be convincing. “I would tell you.” His gaze slips away from yours again, finding a sudden interest in the scattered notes before him.

For a moment, an uncomfortable silence fills the room. You can't shake the feeling that something’s not right. You're not convinced that he’s okay, but decide not to push; with his final exam looming, you focus on why you’re there.

You let it go, sinking into the rhythm of tutoring. The two of you diligently review equations and problem sets, but the air between you remains charged with unspoken tension.

You can't shake the feeling that something's different. Chan's usual playful banter is absent, replaced by terse responses and long silences. Every so often, you catch him staring at you with an unreadable expression, only for him to quickly look away when you notice.

After an hour of stilted conversation and halfhearted studying, you decide to try one more time. "Chan, are you sure there's nothing else bothering you? You know you can talk to me, right?"

For a moment, it seems like he might open up. His eyes meet yours, filled with an intensity that makes your breath catch. But then he blinks, and the moment passes.

"I'm fine," he insists, forcing a smile. "Let's just get back to these equations, okay?"

You nod, pushing down the nagging feeling that there's more beneath the surface. As you return your attention to the textbook, you can't help but wonder what's really going on in Chan's head.

Later that week, you're curled up in bed, a book forgotten on your lap as you check in with Chan.

You: Hey, just checking in. How's the studying going?

Chan: Slow, but getting there

You picture him there, surrounded by textbooks, his brow furrowed in concentration.

You: Keep at it, Einstein You got this, dude 👍🏽

You hope that your teasing draws out that boyish grin, even if you can't see it.

Chan: Will do, coach 😁

****

Chan smiles warmly at your texts before he sets his phone down.

The quiet hum of the desk lamp is the only sound accompanying his thoughts, which are consumed by memories of your tutoring sessions and the undeniable connection he feels with you. He's never experienced anything quite like this before, and it both terrifies and exhilarates him.

He leans back in his chair, letting his head roll over the edge as he stares at the ceiling and thinks about you riding him. He can’t get the image of you moaning on top of him as you came out of his head. He can’t remember the last time he wanted to have sex again with one of his conquests and he wondered what it meant. Although, he didn’t really consider you to be one of his ‘conquests’. He’s not sure what he considers you. This was new territory for him. Chan struggles to keep his newfound feelings at bay. They're different… and confusing.

Just as Chan is wrestling with these unfamiliar emotions, his phone buzzes again with a new text from you.

You: Forgot to mention I found this.

Chan clicks on the link you sent, which opens to a NASA summer internship program for future engineers.

You: Thought of you when I saw it. Assuming you pass Diff Eq (which, I totally believe in you! ️🙃), your GPA will def qualify

Chan: Shit, this is fucking awesome. Thank you.

You: I know it’s not roller coasters, but rockets are basically roller coasters in space 🚀 🚀 And definitely cooler 😆 Plus, I’ll be there next summer too - got recruited for a Women in Astrophysics program How awesome would it be to be there together?

Your message sends a thrill through Chan, not just for the opportunity but because it means he could be in the same orbit as you this summer. He can’t help but imagine the possibilities of spending the entire three months with you.

Chan: That would be amazing. I mean, if you don’t mind me harassing you all summer long.

You: I wouldn’t, so apply fucker! I’ll let you get back to your studying. Holler if you need anything.

Chan: Thanks!

He stares at the phone, at your name, longingly. Then the realization hits him like a punch to the gut: he's caught feelings for you. Real, messy, complicated feelings that go against everything he thought he stood for.

“Shiiiiiiit!” he breathes out while covering his face with the palm of his free hand, now very concerned about what this means. But he can't deny it. He wants you. It’s more than that; he wants to be with you.

He knows he's breaking his own rules, but he doesn't care.

He decides in this moment that he needs to make a plan for how he can keep you.

But that will have to wait until after this final. He sighs as he throws his phone on the bed and flips the textbook page to the next set of practice problems.

****

You’re sitting across from Chan in the library at his final tutoring session. He slides papers over to you. His face breaks into a wide grin, those infamous dimples appearing as he announces, "I passed! And not just barely – I fucking aced it!"

Without thinking, you leap up and throw your arms around him. "Channie, that's amazing! I'm so damn proud of you!"

As you embrace, you feel his strong arms wrap around you, holding you tight. The scent of his cologne – a spicy, woody fragrance – envelops you. A tinge of sadness colors the moment, a silent acknowledgment that this chapter is ending. You suddenly become acutely aware of how long this hug has lasted, how his chest feels pressed against yours, how his breath tickles your ear.

You pull back, feeling a flush creep up your neck. Chan's eyes are sparkling, his hands lingering on your waist. "I couldn't have done it without you," he says softly.

Clearing your throat, you step back, trying to regain your composure. "Well, you did all the hard work. I just guided you a bit."

Chan runs a hand through his tousled blonde hair, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We should celebrate! How about drinks tonight? My treat."

You hesitate for a fraction of a second before answering. "I can't tonight, Chan. Changbin and I have plans."

His smile falters for a split second before he recovers. "Right, of course. How about this weekend then?"

"Sure, that’s perfect," you agree. "I'm free Saturday night. I can be all yours."

Chan nods as he considers your words. All yours, you said. And that’s exactly what he wants — for you to be all his. "Saturday it is." He pauses, then asks, "So, how are things with Changbin? Still going strong?"

You can't help the smile that spreads across your face. "Better than ever, actually. Thanks to you."

You watch as Chan chews on his lower lip, pushing down whatever thoughts are threatening to surface. "That's great. Really great," he replies, a note of dejection in his voice.

****

A few days later, Chan joins the soccer game at the park near campus. Today, he and Changbin end up on the same team. As everyone warms up, Chan watches as Changbin jokes and laughs with the other players. Everyone loves him, even the opposing team. He can see why you love him too.

Chan grits his teeth as he watches Changbin effortlessly dribble down the field, avoiding defenders with swift footwork. But Chan can’t concentrate on the game. All he can think about is you and Changbin together. He wonders if Changbin made you shiver and moan the way he did, how quickly Changbin made you cum, how many times you’ve let Changbin fuck you since your anniversary night. It’s all driving him fucking insane.

When Changbin scores a goal, his teammates cheer and rush to congratulate him. Chan hangs back from the rest of the team, clapping half-heartedly.

During the water break at the end of the first half, Changbin jogs over to Chan.

“Hey man, how’d your final go?” Changbin asks, clapping Chan on the back with genuine warmth. “It was earlier this week, right?” He shares that you were talking about him and his exam all weekend. “Now I’m just as fucking invested in you passing too,” he laughs. He wipes the sweat off his face with a towel before tossing it onto his duffel.

Chan feels a flare of irritation at the casual mention of your name. "Oh, I did well. Passed with an A actually," he replies, unable to keep the smugness out of his voice.

Changbin's eyes widen. "No way, nice job!”

“All thanks to my favorite tutor.” Chan takes a long swig from his water bottle and licks his lips, his jealousy simmering just below the surface. Against his better judgement, he adds, “It was a really big help when she agreed to our tutoring trade.” Dark Chan on his shoulder is cheering him on as he lights a match and tosses it into the dry bush.

Changbin's brow furrows in confusion as he chugs a lime-colored Gatorade. "Trade? What trade?" He sticks the bottle into his duffel.

"Just a simple quid pro quo. I helped her prepare for your anniversary weekend and she comped my tutoring sessions," Chan replies nonchalantly, the underlying insinuation clear as day. “It was a win-win. How was your anniversary by the way? You two have fun?” Chan smirks as he squirts gasoline onto the already out of control flames.

The implication lands like a punch to the gut, and Changbin reacts accordingly — anger rises within him instantly and his hands clench into fists at his side. Seconds later, his right fist connects with Chan's jaw before anyone can intervene. Chan stumbles back with the force of the blow, shock registering on his features before it twists into anger. The other players are just as stunned at the sudden violence.

"You son of a bitch," Changbin growls through gritted teeth. “How fucking dare you!” he spits out furiously as he lunges at Chan again and grabs him by his shirt.

Chan shoves him back and takes a wild swing, the punch grazing Changbin’s cheek. The fight erupts, a storm of flying fists and tangled limbs. Soon, they are grappling fiercely, trading blows as their teammates shout and scramble to break them apart. It takes four of Changbin’s frat brothers to drag him away from Chan just as things threaten to escalate further.

“Bin! Chill dude,” one of them shouts. “That’s enough!”

“Get the fuck off me!” Changbin shakes loose, elbowing and shoving them off of him one by one with ease, breathing hard, his face flushed with rage.

“Shit! I’ve never seen him this mad before,” another one whispers. “What the fuck just happened?”

“Fuck this!” With a furious glare, Changbin grabs his duffel and storms off the field, his expression dark with betrayal.

Chan straightens up, wiping blood from his lip, a twisted sense of satisfaction settling over his features. As blood drips from his nose, he tilts his head back, but his smile is victorious despite the pain from getting his ass kicked. In his mind, the score has been settled, even if it means wounding the one he's come to care for most.

****

You’re hunched over your quantum physics textbook, trying to focus on the advanced equations when your dorm room door flies open with a bang. Changbin bursts in, his normally warm eyes blazing with fury, his face flushed with anger, a bruise forming on his cheek. His duffel drops to the floor with a thud.

"Have you been sleeping with Chan?" he demands, his voice cracking with emotion, raw with anger and hurt.

The question is a cannonball that hits you square in the chest.

Your heart leaps into your throat, but you force yourself to stay calm. “Changbin, what are you talking about?” But you know exactly what he's talking about.

Changbin’s fists clench at his sides. “Tell me about this tutoring deal with Chan. What did you trade?” His words are sharp, cutting through any pretense.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to come clean. Your throat tightens, but you keep your voice even. "It was an exchange. I wanted to be more... experienced, gain experience. For you," you explain.

His lack of response is a vacuum that sucks you towards him. You rise from your chair, closing the distance between your bodies.

His silence is deafening, and you rush to fill it, words tumbling out.

"Everything with Chan was a learning experience, nothing more. Purely educational. I approached it from a practical perspective, like a class. You know how my brain works. I needed to make sense of the mechanics." You're pleading now, trying to bridge the emotional gap you feel growing between you with earnestness. You grab his left fist in both of your hands, rubbing your thumbs in slow circles on his wrist. "I don't have feelings for him, Changbin. I love you. Only you. I’ve only ever loved you."

Changbin looks at you, searching your eyes for any hint of dishonesty.

His jaw tightens. “Maybe you don’t have feelings for Chan, but he clearly has feelings for you," he counters, a growl underlying his words. “You just can’t see it.”

"That's not true," you argue, heat rising to your cheeks and feeling a surge of defensiveness despite knowing deep down that you’d seen signs of something in Chan’s eyes and there may be some truth to what Changbin is saying. But you quickly push those thoughts aside. "Chan knows the rules. It was just —"

"Rules?" Changbin interrupts as he rips his hand away from yours forcefully, his voice rising. "What kind of 'rules' are involved when fucking someone else's girlfriend?"

You flinch at his words, guilt and frustration warring inside you. He’s never been so angry with you before. "It wasn't like that!’ you protest trying to justify your actions, feeling smaller under his accusatory gaze. “I did it for us, for our relationship!" But even as the words leave your mouth, doubt creeps in.

“You keep saying that. You did this for us, for me, for our relationship. So what? You would test things out with him and then do them with me? Is that why you’ve been so eager to move things forward.”

“I wanted to be incredible for you. To reward you. Are you saying you didn’t enjoy any of it?”

“Of course I did, but that’s not the fucking point.” He rests his face in his palms as he lets out a frustrated sigh. “This is not how you show someone you love them. This is psychotic.”

“So, you’re saying I’m crazy for wanting to make our first time special?”

He looks up at you with sadness and disappointment. “I’m saying you don’t give your virginity away to the campus fuck boy extraordinaire.”

“‘Give my virginity away’?!?! I didn’t know I needed to protect my fucking virtue. Does this mean my family no longer gets the 3 cows and 5 goats that were promised?” you question sarcastically.

“No one’s saying that.”

“That’s exactly what you meant,” you huff. “I wasn’t a virgin because I was committed to staying chaste and pure until marriage or whatever other fucking reasons people have. You know I don’t believe in that patriarchal, misogynistic bullshit. I’ve just never been interested in sex before you. And I didn’t want to be awkward with you. What does it matter if I got all of that out of the way before you? You’ve fucked other girls.”

“Not while we’ve been together!” he yelled. “Are you telling me you don’t see anything wrong with fucking someone else while we’re in a relationship?”

“I told you, it wasn’t like that. It didn’t mean ANYTHING. It was just fucking sex.”

“So, is that what we did? Just fucking sex??”

You go back and forth, the argument escalating, words flying from each of you like daggers.

Finally, Changbin sighs and takes a step back, his expression unreadable. "I need to think about this," he says, his voice low and cold. "About us.” He picks up his bag. “And I can’t even stand to fucking look at you right now."

Before you can respond, he's gone, the door slamming behind him with a sharp finality that echoes long after he's left.

Silence blankets your room, a heavy, suffocating shroud over the remnants of the confrontation. You sink onto your bed, your mind reeling. You sit there, surrounded by the ghosts of whispered confessions and heated accusations. You think about the decisions you've made and how hurt Changbin seems.

You can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Did you really need to test things out with another guy before furthering your relationship with him? Was it worth hurting him like this?

But you’re also pissed. Anger bubbles inside you as you realize that Chan not only broke the rules but also maliciously threw this situation in Changbin's face. He shattered your trust.

You lie down, throwing your arms over your face and breathing deeply.

A few hours later, you hear a notification ping on your phone. It’s your calendar, reminding you of your plans to celebrate with Chan at the bar. You swipe it away, too emotionally drained to deal with people tonight. Twenty minutes later, you decide to keep your plans, determined to confront Chan head-on.

Upon arriving, you spot him leaning against the bar in the dimly lit corner, a drink in his hand as he talks to Minho. He doesn't see you approach, too caught up in his conversation.

"Chan," you say, your voice slicing through the murmur of the crowded space. “We need to talk.”

Chan stiffens as he hears your voice, his eyes darting towards you before quickly looking away again. He mutters something to Minho, before turning back to you, his expression hardening.

"What’s there to talk about?" he asks flatly, still not quite meeting your eyes. His words slur slightly. He’s clearly been drinking for a while already. Your gaze drops to his busted lip before shifting back up to his eyes.

Minho glances back and forth between the two of you. He shoots you an apologetic look before quietly walking away to serve someone else at the other end of the bar.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. "Don’t fucking play with me. You know what. I want to talk about Changbin. About why you felt the need to provoke him like that."

Chan scoffs. "I didn't do anything. I just told him the truth about our extracurricular activities."

You frown, struggling to keep your temper in check. "You knew exactly what you were doing. This whole arrangement was supposed to be discreet, but you used it to hurt Changbin. Why?"

Chan looks away, his jaw tight. He scoffs again, his lip curling in a sneer. "Oh, so now you care about Changbin's feelings?” He looks you square in the eyes. “Funny how you didn't seem to give a shit when you were fucking me behind his back, moaning my name."

You grimace at his crass words but remain resolute. "You knew what this arrangement was about, Chan. You're the one who crossed the line by deliberately throwi…”

Chan slams his glass down on the bar, the loud sound cutting you off. He looks away, his eyes settling on the rows of liquor bottles on the wall directly opposite him.

When he meets your eyes again, there's a flicker of something vulnerable there beneath the bravado.

“Fuck,” he says softly. He exhales sharply, shaking his head, his blonde strands shifting out of place. "I’m sorry; I don't know. I was angry… and jealous. He said something to me about you and I just... I lashed out. I fucking lost it."

“What are you jealous about?”

“You!” he says forcefully, his usual charm nowhere to be found as he pounds his fist once on top of the bar, replaced by a turbulent sea in his eyes. "This is your fault! You made me feel something for you; you made me fall for you," he accuses as he points a finger at you, his voice low and raw. “The hugs, the desserts, the laughing, the gifts, the conversation.” He pauses and sucks air in between his teeth. He continues, this time in a softer tone. “The way you call me ‘Channie’ like my mom does, how you listen to my crazy stories without ever judging me,” he pauses again, sighing before continuing, “the way you look at me when you’re beneath me…. How was I not supposed to fall for you?” His voice is a mix of anger and confusion. You let him talk, allowing him to get everything off his chest.

"Chan, listen to me," you start, calm against his storm. "We agreed—no strings attached. This was always just a quid pro quo arrangement. Just physical. That’s how you wanted it." Every word is deliberate. “You broke your own rules. No feelings, no clinginess. Remember? You broke them; I didn’t. I never caught feelings for you Chan.”

His hands find your waist, pulling you close, desperation lacing his touch as he slips them around to your lower back. He leans in close to whisper against your ear, "So all of our moments together meant nothing? I can’t believe that’s true." He nuzzles his nose against your neck, kissing and sucking the thin skin gently before pulling back slightly to search your eyes.

"Of course they meant something," you admit gently, allowing the truth to flow softly between you. "You're a great guy, Channie, and we have developed a relationship. We're friends. All those things you mentioned… They are what friends do for each other. More than that; I consider you one of my best friends now." Your hand comes up to rest lightly against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath the fabric. "But that’s it. I’m sorry. I'm in love with Changbin. Always have been, which I’ve told you since the beginning. That’s never changed for me. Whatever else you’re feeling, that's on you, not me.” You take a deep breath. “What’s on me is that I should have ended this after your birthday party," you say softly.

The air shifts, a moment of understanding flickering in his eyes before it's veiled again by doubt. "Friends…?" he echoes, a whisper lost in the swell of music and chatter.

You look up at him earnestly. "Only if you can accept that." You touch his face gently. “I absolutely adore you. I want you in my life… as my best friend, Chan. But it’s up to you. You need to figure your shit out.” You kiss his cheek and let the words hang in the air between you, leaving the next move to him. You remove his hands from your waist and give them a gentle squeeze before letting go. They drop lifelessly to his side. With one last look, you turn away, the warmth of his gaze on your back as you navigate through the crowd and out the door, the weight of decisions and desires trailing behind you.

****

The morning sunlight streams on your face, casting warm golden rays on the frat house as you hesitantly approach. The campus is dead, not surprising, given that it’s 7:00 am on a Sunday morning. The only people out are those who you assume are doing their “walk of shame”; you are too, though yours is for slightly different reasons.

Each step feels heavier than the last. Your heart races in your chest, a flurry of emotions swirling inside you as you prepare to face Changbin. You haven’t heard from him since he stormed out of your room, and you haven’t reached out, determined to give him space for the night to cool off. But when dawn approached, you couldn’t wait anymore. Taking a deep breath, you turn the doorknob and step inside. They never lock the front door.

As you step into the living room, your eyes fall on Changbin and several of his frat brothers sitting in front of the large TV playing some video game. They are spread out between the couch, the floor, a couple beanbags, and chairs from the kitchen table. By the empty bottles of beer, cans of energy drinks, and bags of snacks surrounding them, you assume they’ve been up all night playing. You’ve barely slept either, awake most of the night thinking about how to fix this fucking mess you’ve created.

Changbin’s eyes glance over to you briefly before settling back on the screen, his face impassive as he continues to press the buttons on the controller.

One of his brothers nods at you and you give him a weak smile. You sit in the empty recliner to the left of the couch and wait. Your pulse races, your palms damp with anxiety. You’re here to mend things, to stitch the seams of a relationship frayed by truth and jealousy. You curl your feet under you and watch them play as you wait.

When the round ends about half an hour later, you look towards the couch. "Changbin," you start, voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Can we talk?"

His intense eyes lock onto yours, and you feel a flutter in your stomach – equal parts nerves and longing. Finally, he gives you a slight nod. He sets the controller on the coffee table and stands with a groan. Silently, he turns and walks towards his room. You follow behind.

He stands aside so you can enter first, closing and locking the door behind him. You both sit on the bed, a respectful distance apart while a chasm of silence stretches between you. He waits, eyes searching yours for something unspoken. His eyes are filled with a mix of hurt and uncertainty.

You swallow hard. Finally, you can't take it anymore, the silence.

The words bubble up, urgent and sincere. "Changbin, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I love you. More than anything. Is this... can we move past this? I need to know if we can move forward from this. You are my future. You have to know that I’m desperately in love with you."

His jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck coiling tight. You see the weight of hurt in his gaze, but also a glimmer of something else. He looks down and runs a hand through his hair, as he thinks deeply.

“You promised you would never let me go,” you add, your volume so low that you can barely hear yourself. “Never.”

A blanket of silence settles back over the room. For a few moments, it’s just the sound of the two of you breathing.

"I'm sorry that I overreacted last night," Changbin starts softly. "I was pissed, hurt, confused." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat before continuing. "I've been thinking a lot," he begins slowly as he looks back up at you. "About us, about what you did with Chan."

Your breath catches in your throat. This is it, you think. He's going to end things. You brace yourself for the inevitable fallout and wonder how bad your breakdown will be. They’ll probably have to restrain you…

But then Changbin surprises you. "I understand why you did it," he says, his voice softening. "I don't like it, I’m still furious about it, but I get it. I get how this made sense for you. You know I love how your brain works. And… I love you too much to let this destroy us."

Relief washes over you like a tidal wave. "Really?" you whisper, hardly daring to believe it.

After a long pause, he sighs and nods. "I can move past it.” He reaches out to take your hand. His touch sending a familiar spark through your body. “But I need you to promise me something."

"Anything," you reply without hesitation.

"From now on, if you want to try anything new, any additional learning experiences… you come to me. Let me be the one to teach you. I’ll show you everything you want to know.” His gaze unwavering, his eyes hold a new intensity, a silent plea for trust.

"Of course," you agree, feeling a surge of relief and gratitude. "I promise," you breathe, leaning in closer. "Only you, Changbin. Always."

His lips curl into a small smile as he leans forward, closing the distance, to press your foreheads together. “Good,” he says softly before his lips find yours in a kiss that seals your vow to never take this man for granted again. It’s a mix of tenderness and fervent hope, a promise of continuity and new beginnings.

This is more than just a makeup kiss; it's a reconnection of your souls, a restarting of the fire that’s always been there between the two of you, smoldering just below the surface. His hands are in your hair, gripping it gently as he angles your face perfectly, deepening the kiss. Your hands roam over his muscular back, feeling the contours of his body through his shirt, fueling your desire.

Suddenly, this isn’t enough. You both need more. You need to feel all of him against you, skin to skin. Changbin breaks the kiss only for a fraction of a second to peel off your t-shirt, throwing it behind him. Simultaneously, you tug his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it next to your shirt. As you continue to kiss furiously, you both shed the rest of your clothes in a frenzy, creating a pile on the floor with the items.

Changbin breaks away to look at you, his eyes full of adoration and something else, something that makes your heart race even faster. He suddenly reaches over to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small foil packet. He meets your gaze with a silent question. A question to which you respond by nodding eagerly. This is what you both need right now, this physical connection that reaffirms your love for each other.

He rolls on the condom before settling between your legs. His lips find yours as he slowly enters you. You moan into his mouth as he starts to move within you, setting a slow pace that only serves to increase the intensity of your pleasure.

You feel like you’re soaring, the sensation of being connected with him in every way is overwhelming in all the best ways. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly as he thrusts into you deeper, but keeping his speed the same, slow and controlled.

He’s also kissing you with the same unhurried pace as his hands roam lightly over your body. You’re lost in a sea of sensations, your mind consumed by him and him alone. Eventually, his hands find yours, interlacing your fingers before sliding them along the smooth sheets until your arms are above your head. He holds them in place there, while he continues to fuck you, oh so slowly.

His body shifts slightly, hitting a spot inside of you that makes white-hot pleasure shoot through your body. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out his name. Changbin finds that spot again and again, each time sending waves of ecstasy through you, the buildup excruciating.

You can tell he’s close too; his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. His forehead rests against yours as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly.

He groans your name, then adds, “I love you so much.”

His words send a surge of emotion through you, tears brimming in your eyes. You wrap your legs around his body and pull him closer, then deepen the kiss between you two.

"I love you too," you whisper against his lips.

With one final thrust, both of you reach your climax together, crying out each other's names. While Changbin’s body tenses, yours shudders beneath him. Changbin collapses on top of you, breathing heavily as he presses kisses against your jaw, neck and shoulder.

After a few moments of catching your breath, he rolls off of you and pulls out gently before removing the condom and tossing it towards the small garbage can beneath his desk. He chuckles when it misses, falling back onto the bed with a sigh. He then curls up next to you, pulling the covers over both of your naked bodies. When he notices the tears on your cheek, he uses his thumb to gently wipe them away.

You lay there, tangled up together, letting a comfortable silence fall between the two of you. Lying there wrapped in each other’s arms, you realize that this — this raw passion, mixed with vulnerability, trust, and love — is what you share, and always will. Eventually, even as the sun climbs higher in the sky, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

****

Chan paces his room, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"Fuck," he mutters, running a hand through his hair as he worries about how he fucked this all up. Chan has come to really adore you. The thought of losing you – even as a friend – is more painful than he ever could have imagined. But how can he fix this?

His eyes land on the books you gave him as a gift. Next to them is a framed photo of him surrounded by a group of giggling girls at a party. He’s slept with almost all of them. He flips the frame down, not wanting to look at it anymore.

Chan sits on the edge of his bed, the silence around him amplifying his turbulent thoughts. He tries to make sense of the feelings that have taken hold of him. The walls of his fuck boy persona crack, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

"Is this really what I want?" he whispers to himself, staring at the floor. “What do I want?”

Some hours later with a newfound resolve, Chan picks up his phone, thumb hovering over your contact. His breath hitches as he presses 'call,' the sound of the rings echoing in the silence. He’s lost count of the rings and he’s about to hang up when you answer.

“Hey,” you say softly, surprised by the call. You ease out of Changbin’s bed, not wanting to wake him, and snatch his recently discarded hoodie from the floor, pulling it on to cover your naked body before exiting his room to sit in the hallway.

"Hey, it's me.” Chan’s voice comes out more vulnerable than he intends. “I... I wanted to apologize for everything," he starts, each word laced with honesty. “I know I fucked up, and I'm sorry. I projected my feelings onto you and Changbin, and neither of you deserved that. Shit, I really like the guy. I don’t know why I was so hell bent on screwing with him."

“Thank you, Chan,” you say, touched by his sincerity. “I think he likes you too. Well at least he did before you told him you fucked his girlfriend,” you tease, unable to stop yourself.

He laughs half-heartedly. “Too soon. Way too soon.”

“Sorry,” you say with a chuckle, glad that the two of you can still joke with each other.

“I’ll apologize to him too, at a later point in time when he doesn’t want to rip my arms from my body. Because he totally could. You know it took four guys to pull him off me?”

“I heard. But he should be fine. We talked, we made up, and we’re good. I’ll leave you boys to hash out your own shit, though.”

“I’m glad to hear that. You two are perfect for each other.” He takes a deep breath. “Listen. You were right. We did develop a strong bond. I consider you one of my best friends too. I’ve shared things with you that I’ve never told anyone else.”

“Me too,” you agree softly.

“And if you’ll have me, I would like to be in your life. As a friend.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he exhales, sounding relieved. The two of you are silent for a few moments before Chan speaks again. “So, I submitted my application for the NASA internship.”

“You did?” you ask excitedly.

“Yeah, on Friday. I won’t hear back until February though.

“Love it! I’ll keep my fingers crossed that you get selected. They’ll be sending me site options in February too. Hopefully we can be stationed at the same one.”

“Yeah, that would be cool.” Another pause. “Hey, I've been thinking, it might be time for a new deal.”

“I don’t know Channie,” you say hesitantly. “Our last deal ended up being nuclear reactor meltdown levels of catastrophic.”

He laughs loudly. “I know, I know. But just hear me out. I need someone to help me unlearn my ways."

“Your ways?” you ask confused.

“Yes. Can you tutor me in how not to be fuck boy?”

His admission hangs in the air, a confession borne from the raw edges of self-revelation. On the other end of the line, your response is soft, a gentle affirmation that stirs something deep within him.

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. "Okay, Chan. We can try. But is that what you really want? I kinda like Bang Chan. He’s fucking great. He’s my best friend."

“I kinda like him too,” Chan admits. “But he’s also a bit of a mess right now. I need to clean him up, make him presentable for the future. You know, grow up a little.”

You pause, considering his words. “Growing up is overrated,” you say, but there’s a note of seriousness beneath your playful tone. “It’s not like you have to choose one or the other, you know. You can be both.” You hear him hum in approval and can picture in your mind how his head nods slowly in the way that he does when he processes something. “Well, how about you figure out if you really want to give him up. And whichever way you go, I’ll be there. I’ll either help you clean up your ways or be your personal wing woman. That’s what best friends are for.”

“Okay, deal. I’d like that.”

“Deal.” You smile quietly to yourself. “And what would I get in exchange?”

Chan laughs, the sound warmer, more genuine than before. “Oh man… Let me think….”

“Come on, don’t make me wait forever,” you tease, shifting your weight as you sit cross-legged in the hallway.

“How about… unlimited access to my brilliant engineering mind? I’ll help you with all your mechanical problems.”

You snort. “Like you ever fixed my bike.”

“I could if I wanted to,” he retorts playfully. “I just didn’t have time this semester. It’s on my list.”

“Uh huh…” You roll your eyes and shake your head.

“Fine, how about this: I’ll buy your beer anytime we go out. Lots of beer… and shots. As much as you want.”

“That you’re paying for? Not Minho?”

He sighs dramatically. “Fine. Yes. Out of my own pocket.”

“Now you’re talking. Top Shelf?”

“Mid. You know I’m on scholarship.”

“I can work with that.”

Another pause, this one more comfortable, as if both of you are soaking in the new terms of your relationship.

“So,” Chan starts, hesitating. “Are we good now?”

“Yeah. I think we will be,” you confirm, though you know it’s not that simple. You need to clear any potential complications with Changbin.

“Ok good.” You hear the smile in his voice, the relief, the lingering uncertainty. This won’t be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is. “I’m glad we cleared the air.”

“Me too.”

You both linger on the line, not wanting to let go of this newfound clarity and the tentative hope it brings.

“Get some rest,” you finally say. “You sound exhausted.”

“I will. You take care, okay?”

“You too, Channie.”

“I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah.”

Chan exhales, a sound of relief mingled with newfound determination. You’re still there, just in a different way. And as he hangs up the phone, he lets himself believe that perhaps there's more to life than the fleeting pleasures he's known—perhaps there's a chance for genuine connection, for growth, for friendship... and maybe even for redemption. And perhaps, it’s also just fine for him to simply be who he is.

You walk back into Changbin’s room, closing the door quietly behind you.

“Hey,” he says groggily. “What are you doing?” He rubs his eyes.

“Nothing babe. Just stepped out to take a call.” After a few seconds of back and forth in your head, you add, “with Chan,” and wait for his reaction.

“Hmmm.” He lifts the sheet and beckons you back to bed. You climb in and snuggle against his bare chest as he wraps his arms and legs around you like a koala hugging a tree branch. “What did he want,” he said calmly.

“To apologize.” You look up and lock eyes with him. “He would also like to apologize to you, if you’re open to that.”

“Maybe next week. Right now, I still want to rip his fucking arms off and beat him with them.”

“Funny, that’s exactly what he predicted you would do,” you say with a chuckle.

Changbin smiles. “As long as he’s appropriately terrified.”

“You won’t mind if we stay friends, would you?”

“Are you going to do it anyway?” Changbin raises an eyebrow at me.

“Probably.”

“Why did you even ask then?” You shrug, causing Changbin to laugh. “No, I don’t mind. You’re lucky I love you.” He kisses you gently. You decide you’ll wait to tell him that you and Chan might be spending the entire summer together, when tempers and tensions have fully dissipated. “You know, I kinda like that bastard too.”

“I knew it!” you whisper excitedly, tapping your fingers on his pecs.

“But I will break his scrawny ass in half if he ever says any disrespectful shit about you again.”

You smile and give him a quick kiss. "I know you will. That's one of the many reasons I love you."

You snuggle closer, resting your head on his chest, comforted by his protective yet understanding nature. There's still healing to be done, but you feel a sense of hope about the future. With Chan, the path forward is less certain, but you're willing to walk it with him as a friend.

For now, you're content here in Changbin's arms, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you towards sleep. The world feels full of possibility, new adventures on the horizon. But you know you won't have to face them alone – your two favorite men will be by your side. There's comfort in that thought as you drift off, Changbin's warmth enveloping you.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this messy ass story. Leave me a comment, let me know your thoughts or any requests.

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hiii.. kang dae ho / player 388 taking his hair tie to tie ur hair up when ur going down him thanks bye

ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯����𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭���𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇ-ʜᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: SMUT, public sex?, oral (giving), Dae Ho is a gentleman, hair pulling, a bit of mouth/throat fucking at the end, cum eating, forehead kissing, reader is described to have long hair (or just hair getting tied).

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Finally, you and Dae Ho were alone. Even if it was in the women's bathroom, you didn't mind. You were just glad to be alone with your boyfriend. As you ran your wet hands on your hair to try and fix it a bit, you couldn't help but notice how tense your boyfriend looks. He looked worried, almost sick. His back leaned against the door, almost to prevent anyone from coming in. His face was really pale and he was very quiet. "You okay?" You asked, going up to him. "Y-Yeah. I'm good, it's just." He paused, swallowing the lump on his throat. Covered his face with his hands and rubbed his face slightly. "We should've left when we had the chance. What if, we don't make it till the next game?" He asked, removing his hands from his face and looked at you, very worried.

"Hey, it's fine. Don't worry, we're still alive and well aren't we?" You asked, while taking his shaky hand and holding it. "It's just one more game, after we can leave, together. We'll pay our debts and go home. Start again. Everything will be okay." You tried to reassure him. But he still wasn't okay. You hated seeing him like this. He reminded you of a kicked puppy. More like a tiger pup. You then thought of something, the idea that popped into your head would help him and you knew it.

"Give me your hair tie." You said, Dae Ho looked at you with a raised brow. "I don't have an extra one, but you can borrow mine." He said, taking the hair tie off his hair, letting it down. He looked so cute and handsome with his hair down. Once the hair tie was in your hand, you began to tie your hair up in a high ponytail, as you did. You sank down to your knees. Dae Ho knew right away what that meant, he felt himself getting hard by you sinking down to your knees, in front of him. "N-Now?!" Dae Ho asked, shyly his face turning red as you about to pull his sweatpants down, you stopped and looked at him. Directly in the eyes. He went weak when you gave him that look. He was close to just busting just by looking at you, on your knees, with those eyes.

"I can stop if you want, it's just... I want to take care of you. Help you." You said, while you continued to stare at him in the eyes. "Is it... wrong that I want you too?" You asked, face red and breathing heavily. "No, because I want this too." You confessed to him, shamelessly. Dae Ho licked his dried lips and nodded at you. Giving you his consent. You then pulled his pants and boxer brief's down, enough for his cock to spring out. Hitting your chin slightly, you couldn't help but giggle a bit. You then carefully stroked his shaft, making Dae Ho flinch and let out a breathy groan. You watched how you got a hold of your pony tail, having a small grip onto it.

Without wasting time, you carefully took his tip into your mouth, slowly sinking down his shaft. Dae Ho arched his back and held onto your hair tighter, but not enough to hurt you. Your warm and wet mouth made him even harder and bigger in your mouth. Slowly, you moved your head up and down, taking him as much as you could of him. As if it were the first time. Every time the tip would hit the back of your head, you couldn't help but gag and close your eyes slightly tighter. But you didn't stop, that only motivated you to go slightly faster.

Dae Ho whined and threw his head back, still gripping onto your hair. His grip tightened, your scalp burned a bit, but you didn't mind. You enjoyed having your hair pulled this way. "W-Wait!" He moaned, you pulled away completely. Breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Drool was already down your chin and falling into your blue-green sweater. "What's wrong?" You asked, while looking at him, while his saliva covered cock was lying right next your cheek. "Nothing, just." He sighed, while looking at you. Seen you like this, turned him on even more. "I want you to breath." He confessed, while still breathing heavily.

You smiled at him, then began to stroke his cock again, making him moan. "I'm a pro a this, no need to worry." You said, confidently. You gave his shaft a long, lick. Making Dae Ho whimper by the feeling your warm and slimy tongue running up his length. You then processed to take him back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, again. He sighed, then brought his free hand and held onto your scalp. He was so tempted to just fuck your mouth, but he didn't. He simply held onto your hair for dear life. Almost as if you were some kind of succubus sucking the life out of him. It felt so good and wrong at the same time.

"Fuck! I'm-" He tried to say, but he couldn't. You just kept going non stop, even if you had a hard time breathing, you didn't stop. Dae Ho couldn't take it anymore, he began to move his hips. Thrusting into your mouth without hesitation. Your eyes widen by his sudden action, but you didn't stop him. You allowed it. You gagged and moaned around his length. You were so dense that you didn't notice your eyes rolling at the back of your head and tears rolling down your face. Dae Ho kept his focus on you. He loved seen you like this. It almost felt wrong and shameful to say, but that's how he felt and you knew it.

Without a warning, you felt his release his hot seed into your mouth and down your throat. Instead of pulling away. He held your head in place, you gripped onto his pants tightly, your nails dog into the fabric. You both remained still, trying to catch your breath. It was quiet, only sound of heavy breathing. After some time, Dae Ho finally pulled away from you. Dae Ho held your face in his massive hands, as if making sure that you had all your insides. "You okay?" He asked, you nodded as you panted. "Yeah." You said, as you wiped your mouth with your sleeve, trying to get rid of the access saliva.

Dae Ho then helped you up from the floor, then pulled you into a warm hug. You couldn't help but hug him back. "Thank you." He whispered in your ear, then gave you a kiss on the forehead. You felt your face heat up and you couldn't help but giggle by his affectionate action. You felt all sorts when he kissed your forehead.

[curly-fry-3]

𖦹An Old Friend𖦹

summary 𖦹 dean is worried for sam and calls up and old friend to talk some sense into them

pairing 𖦹 Sam Winchester x reader (platonic? might change in future chapters)

word count 𖦹 1,282

notes 𖦹 this is my first time writing soooo give me tips and stuff

Dean was worried. Sure, he's always worried about something, but right now he's extremely worried for sam. Sam’s drinking demon blood. It's not right, no matter how much Sam thinks it is, no matter how much Ruby tries to convince him it is. Dean can't trust Ruby– how could he–he'd be stupid if he did, but Sam trusts her, and Dean knows it's leading him down a dark path. But Sam wont listen to Dean, Sam thinks he knows better, he just keeps telling Dean that he's fine (when is that ever true), he keeps saying that this is a good thing. Dean needs to get through to him how wrong this is. So Dean calls you.

You and Sam had been friends since diapers, both of your fathers dropping you off at Bobby's periodically. You two had been attached at the hip, never scared to tell eachother anything. You and Sam would sit on the hood of one of Bobby's scrap cars talking about everything, both dreaming of having a normal life. After Sam went to Stanford you stopped talking but you never resented him for it, you were happy he got out of the hunting life. You got out too, went to college, got a degree, got your dream job, and lived a normal life. You never expected to get a call from Dean after not talking for years.

When you picked up you could immediately tell that something was wrong.

“Dean?” you ask concerned

“Hey Y/N….I- I hate to ask this, I know you have a normal life now…” Dean starts

“What's wrong, are you ok, is this about sam” you ask hurriedly

“Actually yeah, it is…I need your help talking some sense into him…im worried, he’s…god he's…he just need some guidance…he won't listen to me” dean says, struggling to find the right words

“What…i'm comin- where are you” you respond immediately, already packing a bag

“Im sorry, I know its a lot to ask” dean blabbers 

“Shut up, it has to be serious if you're calling me…i'll always come to help you…to help sam” you respond, knowing dean feels bad bring you back into the life (his words not yours)

“Thank you” Dean guiltily accepts your help

After Dean explained Sam's situation, you sped over to the motel Sam and Dean were staying at. None of this sounded like Sam, working with a demon, trusting a demon. What had he been through in these past couple years. You wish you were there for him sooner, who knows what the blood is doing to him. Sure it's giving him powers but what else could it be doing to him, you've never dealt with this before. All you knew is that Sam needed help, and Dean seemed to think you were the only one Sam would listen to.

So here you were, outside the motel door. You knock and wait for an answer. Dean cracks the door open and when he sees it's you, quickly lets you inside.

You stand in front of Dean for a couple seconds, taking in his appearance, noticing how much he's changed. He looks tired, stressed. You hug him “long time no see….I missed you” you say sincerely.

He quickly hugs you back, “missed you too, Y/N/N…im glad youre here” he mutters fondly.

When you pull away you take in the state of the motel room, messy beds, empty food containers, no sam. “Where is he” you ask

Deans expression hardens “I don't know”

“What…what do you mean” you question

“I mean, he left in the middle of the night–no note” Dean answers

“Its after noon…why is he not back yet”

“I assume he's doing some top secret shit with Ruby”

You shake your head “Some peoples kids” you reply trying to lighten the conversation 

You both turn your heads when you hear the door handle jingle and Sam steps into the room. The second Sam steps into the motel room the mood shifts and Dean steps outside to give us some space 

Sam freezes, “Y/N?”

You smile when you see him, how the hell was he taller? “Sam.” You respond and take in his change in appearance. He's different, definitely been through way too much shit, he looks exhausted, god when's the last time he slept, he definitely looks like he needs help.

“What are you doing here? I thought you lived a couple states away?” Sam asked, worried.

“I do….uh…Dean called me.” you answer.

Sams expression shifts “why would he do that, he knows you stopped hunting, i'm gonna have a word with him, i'm so sorry-” He starts going off

“Sam” You interrupt ”calm down…I missed you” you bring him into a hug.

Sam reciprocates your hug immediately and pulls back to look down at you, “I know you didnt come all the way out here just cause you missed me”

You pull away from the hug and look up at sam “no I didn't…Dean told me…about Ruby” 

“What about her?” He asks defensively

“Sam shes a-” You start

He quickly interrupts you, “All she's done is help us. She's never lied to us…never given us a reason to distrust her-”

“She's a demon, that should be enough reason” You state firmly

“She's helping me be stronger, I can kill demons like nothing..this is good, why can't you see that” He tries to justify

You start getting frustrated with him. Has he always been this stubborn? “You don't know what it could do to you! Sure you can kill demons now but you don't know the long term effects.”

Sam looks away with anger, not knowing how to respond.

You move and force him to meet your eyes “You know I'm right sam. I don't want you to get hurt…I care about you….youre still my best friend”

Sam still doesn't meet your gaze, he's still angry but his features soften when you express your concern “I'm finally strong enough”

You sigh frustrated, “You've always been strong, your built like a damn moose…I know you're trying to do what's right��it's always what you're trying to do…but I don’t think this is right”

He quickly gets angry again, “How do you know what's right…you don't know what's going on…I haven't talked to you in years and you show up telling me what to do with my life…I don't need your guidance…go back to your picket fence and perfect green yard.”

Your jaw drops at his harsh words “Sam…you don't mean that” 

He looks away from you defiantly, refusing to respond

This time you don't try and meet his gaze, “Fine…you know I thought maybe we could start talking again…but I guess you want nothing to do with me…Dean was right…this Ruby is no good for you…you would have never been this mean to me, or Dean…you should listen to him…I get you don't value my opinion, i've been gone, but dean has been with you this whole time–and he's usually right” 

Sam continues to avoid your gaze “goodbye” he says curtly.

You sigh and except he isn't gonna change his opinion on this, “Wow ok… goodbye sam…call me when you realize how wrong you are”

You start to reach out to hug him goodbye but awkwardly retract your arms and step outside to hug dean goodbye then you head back home. You had hoped Sam was better than this, that dean was worried over nothing. God you wish it was nothing, but this is bad, and it isn't gonna end well. You know Sam wont listen to you, he's in too deep, you just hope he'll listen to dean and dean will keep you updated.

ok I think I'm gonna make this a series um sorry if there are any typos please give me tips

also should it stay platonic or do we want to see sam and reader get together let me know

hope y'all enjoyed<333

@uranometrias

[killa-cookie]

HIHI I HAVE A REQUEST!!!

Ok so may I please request a first meeting fic with crunchy chip x reader who is shorter than him?? Since crunchy chip is already very short it would be surprising for him to meet someone even smaller

bonus if this is a first meeting fic!!

double bonus if reader is shy and has no friends so is nervous and a blushing mess lol

STARTLED

Crunchy chip cookie x Gn!Reader

mmm off topic but so many people LOVE temperance!reader hehe I'm proud

"This tundra is so.... Intense!!!"

You exclaimed, as your body was already almost buried in the snow. You knew it was a bad idea to let curiosity get to you and explore the most freezing of places.

Why didn't any of your friends warn you!?— oh right you don't have any ( points and laughs )

Besides the snow absolutely destroying your figure, you see a castle in the distance.

"Finally some dang shelter... Gotta get outta this sno— *ACHOO"

Oh my, you were getting sicker. Fatigue takes over you by each second passing by. But you couldn't give up now! You were so close!!

The castle is finally in its full glory in your vision, but you were still far... You were shivering so much you couldn't stay in one frame.

You were nearing... So close just a few more steps-!!!

" Just a fe-hew mmoore...gh" you couldn't take this weather much longer, you fell face first in the snow. Oh how you hated your curiosity...

— CRUNCHY CHIP COOKIE POV

"The weather is really extreme tonight, huh."

* a faint thud in the distance

" The hell, what was that?"

He started looking at his environment once more clearly... He then saw you, laying on the ground. Your figure slowly succumbed into the snow

"GH— IT'S A PERSON!"

"CREAM WOLVES, LET'S HELP THEM!"

In a Swift motion, he rode one of his cream wolves and bravely went into the blizzard without mere hesitation.

— END

Your eyes slowly started to open, but your consciousness was still not recovered fully. You then finally got to your senses and got flash banged by a bright light.

You were in a room, dark chocolate walls surrounding you. And a..... Wolf? Wait— A WOLF!!

"AGHHHHHHHHHHH—! " you screeched out as the cream wolf on top of you could NOT care less about how scared you were and proceeded to lick your face.

"I'm gonna die- imgonnadie"

The door swung open with a white haired dude looking anxious, he looked... Pretty to say the least.

"Cream wolf get off them! Sorry if he startled you.." He demanded in a serious but soft tone, as the big dog obliged without struggle, the mysterious cookie walked closer to you.

"Are you alright— oh! My name is Crunchy Chip Cookie by the way, nice to meet you."

You couldn't dare to speak in his presence, he looked so dashing! There's no way he would like someone like you...

"I-... I" you could only stutter out the letter I over and over again. Your face flushing in his presence as his face slowly goes from anxious to worried.

"Are you alright!? Is your fever getting worse?" He hovered over you in concern.

"I-imm.... F-fine.." You slowly got up from the bed and managed to stand up, trembling a little at first. You got your posture straight and looked— up at him.

"—!? "

He looked taken aback as he backed up a few steps away from you to fully take in your figure, then he got closer again, then backed away, then got closer again and repeat.. He looked as if he was observing you closely.

You then realized when he hovered his hand on top of your head, and to his surprise you are actually shorter than him!?

"Woah, you're short!— WAIT NO I DONT MEAN IT AS AN INSULT!" He quickly tried to explain himself as you just stood there too embarrassed to say anything.

You slowly looked behind him to see his cream wolves sitting there obediently, panting with their tongue out.

"A-are those your companions..." You muttered out, fidgeting with your fingers. He found your behavior cute to be honest, but he's not just saying that to a stranger! —well... Friend.

"Oh- yeah they're my companions! My trusted warriors who fight bravely alongside me each time I get into a heated battle! They go on a strict diet though, but it's just what a warrior does! And—

Crunchy chip had gotten carried away with talking about his wolves, too invested into the topic you just brought up. But you decided to listen to every detail.

"And— oh sorry, am I talking too much..." He nervously chuckled while rubbing the back of his head, clearly not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

" n-not at all, tell me more about their training s-sessions" you blushed as you quietly sat down, and he quickly sat down right beside you, eager to talk about more.

Hours have passed and you slowly warmed up to him, you properly introduced yourself and stopped being too shy around him- but the blushing habit still hasn't stopped.

"Oh right! You haven't seen My Majesty and Caramel Arrow cookie yet!" He quickly jumped off the bed and extended his hand to help you up.

You then got a ride on one of his cream wolves in the palace as they were going to meet this so called caramel arrow cookie.

"CARAMEL ARROW!" He yelled to a figure in the distance who was training with a bow and arrow, you looked at your surroundings and saw that the blizzard has stopped.

You wanted to go home, but staying a few more hours— no... Days wouldn't hurt, right?

The person from afar quickly arrived to you both in a Swift motion, she looked very nice too! So this is caramel arrow cookie.

"Who's this with you, crunchy chip?" This is my new friend—

..... Friend?

All other words he said faded away, he considered you as a... Friend? Huh.

"Well greetings, I am caramel arrow cookie. I am a soldier for the dark cacao kingdom, and an Archer. Nice to meet you _______ cookie!" She went to shake your hand as you blushed a little, everyone here seems so nice...

So you managed to stumble upon the dark cacao kingdom, how convenient. But how come a kingdom right in the middle of the snow manages to survive so smoothly?

"Hey- what do you think bout' being a soldier here in the dark cacao kingdom?" Crunchy chip turned to look at you.

Yet such a simple question, changed your simple life.

[team--charlotte]

baffling decision for season 2, episode 18 to end with lewis making a legit effort for charlotte, making a picnic of things she likes and hugging her and seeming really happy with her

only for episode 19 to trample all over that with him blowing her off after she mentions that she misses him and hasn't seen him for a while, then apparently forgetting he even has a girlfriend altogether and softly flirting with his ex while the narrative agrees that this is correct because, unlike charlotte, cleo always smiles when she first sees lewis. you know. unlike charlotte. who goes out of her way to try and make lewis happy and smiles literally every time she sees him. there's not even an episode between these!

[killjoy-prince]

Birthmas manga and merch haul

[thesmokinpossum]

Didn't felt like mentioning it immediately but shoutout to my sick and twisted brain for getting so triggered by an unexpected Christmas parade that I ended up havin the absolute worst panic attack of my entire life (potentially the only real one? I've had a couple other episodes I thought of as panic attacks but they were not even close to that so who knows) to the point where I spent the very last day of my 30th year on this earth in the ER, good times, good times 😊

[bookwyrminspiration]

you’re reading fourth wing . . . oh my goodness good luck soldier i hope you’ll be able to get though it with your sanity intact . . . let’s hope you still like dragons after this

Everyone keeps saying "goodluck" or "godspeed." have faith, soldier, in my love for the trenches.

i've braved dastardly pits before and I'll brave them again 🫡

[amtrak12]

Okay by the end of the Lucifer fandom's October event, I was so worn out and brain dead that I absolutely could not judge the quality of my fic anymore. I had so many doubts about whether the scenes flowed together, whether I showed enough detail to support the relationship development, etc because it was an experimental format and style for me (a super distant, present tense using a kind of stream of consciousness/run on sentence style). I wanted it to mimic All Roads Lead to You by CyPanche where the fic grips you by the throat and drags you through the years, but did mine do that??? I COULDN'T TELL!!

But after I posted the full fic to AO3 last week, every single comment that's come in has been like this:

???? 😭😭😭 It'll be months before I can reread this fic with a clear head, but I think I succeeded???? idk but I am very, very happy.

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

[lesenbyan]

Good news to everyone about a worry I told no one: it only took an evening of forcing myself back into my head voice to get my singing back up there.

Bad news: no longer soprano :c