#but everytime i see my face i wanna punch it

[soiwatchthestars]

one if these days u guys are gonna hear about a crazy woman who just went absolutely feralraginginsane screaming in public n walking into traffic or off a bridge or smth and it's gonna be me bc i cant do this anymore my dudes. i'm gonna lose it for realises

[v1sexual]

Gym buddy Vi ! Head-canons + small blurb 𖦹

sfw & nsfw ! nsfw under the cut !

note :

this is lowkey ass guys im not even gonna lie :,) i haven’t written for a year so im really rusty 🫡 anyways ,, hope u guys enjoy ! (my asks are open as well <3)

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sfw !

Gymbuddy Vi! Who you always had teeny tiny crush on after seeing her absolutely go nuts on one of the punching bags.

Gymbuddy Vi! Whose first encounter with you was when she saw you deadlifting and noticed your form was a bit off so she decided to walk up to you and give you a couple of pointers.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who you found out lived in the same apartment complex as you.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who always helped you out at the gym. Whether it’s spotting, helping you with weights, or motivating you to do another rep.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who agreed to teach you a bit of kickboxing when you begged her to, after watching her totally wreck the punching bag.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who texts you if you’re going to the gym then waits for you outside your door, and drops you off at your door after the gym session.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who brings you pre-workout, protein shakes, or an energy drink everytime you go the gym.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who was totally not looking at how your ass looked in those cute mini biker shorts.

nsfw !

Gymbuddy Vi! Who can’t help but gawk at your breasts that one time you decided to change right in front of her. Her eyes focused on your chest as you wiped the sweat with your shirt.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who only took her eyes off you when you cleared your throat, you raised an eyebrow at her. An amused look present at your face.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who apologized and pulled a crappy excuse out her ass and started changing.

Gymbuddy Vi! Whose eyes found its way back to you, and boy was she surprised to see you bent over slipping your gym short off revealing the pink thong you wore underneath.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who was lowkey disappointed when you immediately put some sweatpants on.

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“You alright vi?” you called out, still in your sports bra. Vi hummed, slowly peeling her eyes off you. She took her shirt off, your eyes went wide as you got a clear view of the tattoo on her back.

“I didn’t know your back tattoo was that big,” you called out, slipping a hoodie on. Vi turned her head towards you, “Wanna see it up close?” she teased.

You shrugged and started walking towards her. “Can I touch you?” You asked, Vi raised an eyebrow and you immediately stumbled on your words. “I meant your back- I just wanted to take a closer peak at the tattoo. The design just looked really-“

Vi lets out an amused laugh and turned her back on you, “Go ahead shortcake. I don’t mind.”

Rolling your eyes, you placed your hand on her back. Gently tracing the intricate pattern of her back tattoo. As an art major, you’ve always loved seeing unique designs be it on canvas, digital art, or tattoos. Tattoos are what piques your interest the most though, you loved how all tattoo designs are personal, you loved how the intricate pattern of ink on a person’s skin tells a story.

Vi lets out a low groan which pulled you from your thoughts, you quickly took your hand off her back.

“Sorry,” you murmured. Eyes still fixed on Vi’s back. Vi turned to look at you, her cheeks flushed and goosebumps littered her skin. “It’s alright shortcake, I didn’t mind.”

You and Vi stared at each other for what felt like forever, and the next thing you know you were pinned against the lockers. Vi’s face a couple inches away from yours. You could feel her breath on your lips, her eyes never left yours as she slowly leans in.

When Vi’s lips met yours you were caught off guard. You expected her kiss to be hard and rough, but instead her lips moved softly against yours. Her hands resting on your waist as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“I’ve been waiting forever to do that,” Vi whispered against your lips as you broke from the kiss. You gave her a cheeky smile, “Took you long enough.”

Your lips met again, but this time the kiss was harder. Vi slipped her hands inside your jacket, feeling the soft skin of your stomach. You let your head rest against the locker when Vi buried her head in your neck. She started leaving trails of small soft kisses on your skin as her hands rest just below the strap of your bra.

“Can I—“ Before Vi could even finish her sentence, the locker room door slammed open. She immediately stepped back and quickly put on a shirt just before a couple of girl entered the room. They didn’t pay you two any mind and started gathering their things.

Vi quickly grabbed both of your gym bags, her free hand clasped yours as she leads you out of the locker room. “How about we continue this at home?” She whispered, leaning down to your ear level. You rolled your eyes playfully and hummed in response, as you two walked hand in hand towards your apartment.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Absolutely loving your writing!!!! 🫶🏼

Would it be possible to write something with Mattheo and he’s absolutely head over heels for another Slytherin in his friend group and she’s so head strong- will fuck up anyone who crosses her, has a bit of a temper and a mouth on her.

She ends up getting in fight with a bully and Mattheo has to pull her out of it and just ends up fucking the attitude out of her 😉😉

Maybe went slightly off script but I hope this works!

Temper

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing, a little physical violence.

18+ Minors DNI!

You had always been known for having a temper, everyone knew this and most people left you alone, not wanting to get on your bad side. But that didn’t seem to stop Danielle, a Ravenclaw in the same year as you who’s always acting like a bitch to you everytime she sees you. You two have gotten into many arguments, nearly getting physical with her when you’re pulled away but one of your friends, trying to tell you she isn’t worth it.

But this time, you were alone in the courtyard, working on some homework when she came up and started talking shit again. You knew what your friends were going to say, so you held back on physically hurting her, just insulting her back. That was until she brought your family into it, and suddenly you punched her in the face. She cussed at you, holding her nose before trying to punch you back, but you dodged and punched her again. Students were gathering around at this point, egging you guys on. You landed a kick on her before you were suddenly pulled away, arms around your waist lifting you up and carrying you out of the crowd and into the castle.

“Hey! Put me down!” You yelled at the person, kicking your legs against theirs.

“Stop that.” You heard Mattheo’s voice behind you and stopped kicking.

“Put me down, Mattheo!” You yelled, pulling at his arms,

“No.” He said and adjusted you to throw you over his shoulder instead.

“I hate you! Put me down!” You started pounding your fists on his back.

“Not very convincing, princess.” He chuckled.

You groaned and pouted, huffing in annoyance.

“Got some attitude today, huh, angel?”

“Shut up.”

He brought you into an empty classroom before setting you down.

“Why the fuck did you stop me?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You don’t need to fight.” Mattheo crossed his arms as well.

“That’s hypocritical of you.”

“I don’t want you hurt.”

“Still hypocritical.”

You could see his jaw clench before he grabbed your arms and turned you around, making you bend over a desk.

“What are you doing?” You yelled.

“Gonna fuck the attitude out of you.” He said as he bunched up your skirt, pulling your panties down.

“Mattheo-”

He interrupted you with a swat to your ass, causing you to yelp.

“Keep going. Keep up the attitude, princess.” His voice was laced with annoyance.

“I don’t have an atti-”

Another spank to your ass.

“Wanna keep going?” He asked, rubbing your ass where he spanked.

You groaned and gripped at the edge of the desk to contain your anger.

“That’s what I thought.” He said before slipping his fingers inside you. “Oh, princess, you’re soaked. You must like this more than you’re letting on.”

You bit back a moan, not wanting to give him any satisfaction from this.

He kept finger fucking you while using his free hand to undo his pants. He pulled his fingers out and used your arousal on his fingers to spread down his cock before stepping closer between your legs, putting his hands on the desk beside you to cage you in. His cock was sliding between your folds, teasing your clit and entrance.

“Beg for my cock, angel. I’ll make you feel so good.” He said as he leaned down to talk in your ear.

“I’m not begging.” You huffed.

He grabbed your hair with one hand, tugging your head back. “I won’t fuck you then. I’ll leave you here, all soaked and needy.”

You groaned again, debating on if you should beg or not. You didn’t wanna give him that satisfaction, but fuck were you desperate now.

“What are you gonna do, baby? Beg for me to fuck you or be stubborn and let me leave?” His cock was nudging at your entrance, just teasing you.

“Please fuck me, Mattheo.” You whined.

“Probably as good as I’m gonna get right now, huh?” He teased before pushing in.

You moaned, gripping at the table harder as he stretched you out.

“Fuck, princess, so fucking tight.” He moaned before starting to thrust. “You know I care about. It’s why I don’t want you getting into a fight and getting hurt.” He said, still gripping your hair. “Just need to get rid of this attitude. Maybe you won’t wanna fight anymore.” His other hand was gripping your hip tightly. “Maybe you’ll just want my cock. Could fuck you every time you’re angry, yeah? Would you like that?”

His cock was hitting so deep in you, making you moan loudly, barely registering his words, but you nodded anyways. “Yes, love that.”

“Fuck. I’ll get rid of your attitude all the time, angel. Fuck you so good, you can’t think of anything but my dick. Let me take care of everything else for you.” He was just rambling at this point, your pussy felt too good wrapped around him.

You just nodded along, crying out at his thrusts.

“No more attitude? Got you too fucked out on my cock already?” He chuckled. “You feel fucking perfect, princess. Fuck.” He let go of your hair to rub at your clit instead. “Gonna need you to cum for me. Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

It took a few more thrusts and you were clenching his cock as you cried out his name, body shaking below him as he praised you. He rode out your orgasm before he came, filling you with his cum. He pulled out and lifted your panties back up.

“Want you to keep that in for me, yeah?” He said as he pulled you to stand back up and face him. He gave you a sweet kiss before you could answer, cupping your face gently.

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[st7rns]

𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒, m. sturniolo

✿ IN WHICH, everytime matt messed up his girlfriend’s lip gloss

✿ WARNINGS, black!reader, fluff, swearing, kinda suggestive at the end??

✿ RORA SPEAKS, i hope ygs like this! ik it’s kinda short but i js wanted to write smth quick n easy and im a literal lip gloss addict so.

NO. 1

i’m standing in the mirror, layering my lips with my favorite pink lip gloss. my lips were already lined with my signature brown lip liner and the lip gloss just added the cherry on top. me and matt were going out today for lunch, so of course, i wanted to look good.

in the reflection of the mirror, i see matt walk into our shared room. “you look really pretty, baby” he compliments me which makes me smile and reply with a shy, “thank you.” even though me and matt had been dating for almost 6 months, he still made me nervous.

“so pretty i wanna kiss you” he leans in and gives me a sweet, but long kiss. i break away and pout, turning to look back to the mirror at my smudged lip gloss.

“matt!” i whine, “i literally JUST put this on.” i give him a stern look. he only laughs and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, “i’m sorry i just can’t help it when your lips look so damn kissable”

i roll my eyes in reply before reapplying my lip gloss and saying very seriously to matt, “that was your only chance of kissing me tonight, because i’m not about to be putting this back on a thousand fucking times”

matt unwraps his from around me to throw them in the air. “what the fuck? that’s not even fair!”

NO. 2

i was getting ready to record tiktok’s and take pictures because my hair looked good as fuck today and i didn’t want it to be for nothing. i add the final touch, lipgloss, before smiling at my reflection and heading to the triplets’ living room.

their living room literally has the best lighting in the whole house. i scroll through my saved tiktok sounds and land on nicki minaj’s black barbie song, the lyrics saying “i’m a fuckin’ black barbie. pretty face, perfect body.” and instantly smile and choosing it.

as i’m fixing my necklace so it fits just right, i hear the triplets walk through the front door. i lock eyes with nick first, who smiles at me “damn, you look fucking good!”

matt sets the fast food on the counter before looking me up and down, “my girl always looks good” he says proudly. chris snorts and mocks him in a childish voice before saying, “what the fuck did you expect? her to look bad?”

nicks punches chris in the arm, making him grab his shoulder in pain. “stop trying to start arguments cause you’re fucking miserable”

matt laughs and kisses me on the cheek, “she could never look bad” i smile and before i could say anything, he grabs my chin and kisses me on the lips. i immediately break away and groan, “matt, my lip gloss!”

“just put it on again” he shrugs, not even feeling bad. i throw my head back in annoyance, “it was the last of it! i can’t just put it on again” i grab my phone and storm off to the bathroom.

“you know i can just buy you another one?” i hear him yell but i ignore it and slam the bathroom door.

NO. 3

i’m laying on matt’s bed, scrolling through pinterest. we just got back from filming a car video, that lasted longer than usual because chris had to pee a hundred times. that kid needs to really stop drinking pepsi so much.

matt comes in the room, fresh out the shower. he lays down next to me and i can smell his cocoa body wash. i give him a soft smile as i run my hands through his hair. i can’t help but admire him. everything about him. his blue eyes. his pink lips. his stubble above his lips.

“what?” he laughs, staring back at me. i shake my head and quietly say “nothing. you just look so handsome right now” he smiles back at me and snakes a hand around my waist, pulling me closer.

he stares down at my lips before back up at my eyes. i feel him trace patterns on my waist. i look at his lips as well, which only gives him the confirmation he needs to kiss me. it’s a slow and sweet kiss but quickly turns heated, his tongue exploring my mouth.

he breaks away to gasp and cover his hand with his mouth, “i forgot about you’re lip gloss” he giggles. i laugh with him and playfully roll my eyes, “for the first time, i don’t give a fuck about my lip gloss,” i hook my leg around his waist and flip myself on top of him.

“now kiss me” i say against his ear. matt wastes no time connecting our lips and dropping his hand to my ass, squeezing the plump skin.

[yourelliewillms]

i saw ur post and figured you received my request(my 2 brain cells worked hard on that)

if it was me then i was requesting for a clumsy and chaotic reader with a tired ellie/she is so done (i think that was it, my memory sucks btw😍)

ellie x chaotic!reader

headcanons

YES THAT WAS YOU THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT AGAIN. i hope you like it !! <3

cw: little nsfw mention at the end ?

☆ when you two are pillow fighting , you'd hit her a little too aggressively on her face and all she'd do is stare at you in silence while you hug her and kiss her face as an apology. "it's okay, babe. wanna cuddle instead?" and she'd sigh when you kiss her face pretending to be tired of it but it's actually making her cheeks all red.

☆ "how did you get that bruise?" she'd ask you while looking at your knee and gently caressing the purple injury in your skin with her thumb. "no idea" you'd shrug your shoulders and just ignore it but then she'd roll her eyes and run to get you a bag of ice to put on your knee so the purple mark would go away faster.

☆ everyday she comes back home from her job, you'd run to the door as soon as you hear her keys and then greet her as a puppy. you'd jump and kiss her all over her face while she just closes her eyes and smiles as she waits for you to calm down. then, she'd give you a little and gentle kiss on your lips.

☆ when you two were teenage lovers and you had an argument in which you clearly were the one that was wrong, ellie wouldn't talk to you for days until you formally apologize to her. that apology is you standing outside her house at 3 in the morning holding a big ass sign with an "i'm sorry elz" written on it and some cringe clingy song playing loudly on your car which is usually "wouldn't change a thing" from that "camp rock 2" movie.

and if she isn't responding, you'd send her dramatic texts.

you: we're venus and mars ...... 😭😭😭😭

ellie <3: i cant.

ellie <3: sleeping.

ellie <3: 😴 zzz

you: my heart literally hurts baby pls

you: YOU (me) WE'RE FACE TO FACE BUT WE DON'T SEE EYE TO EYEEEEEE

at some point, she'd open her window and look at you until you finish singing the song. then she'd open her door and you'd run to hug her.

☆ you'd take 0.5 forehead pictures of her ALL THE TIME, you literally have a folder of pictures like that and she'd be so pissed.

☆ sometimes when she's lying on your lap and you're with your phone, you'd accidentally drop it on her face and her nose would crunch and her eyes watery. you'd gasp and cover your mouth for a few seconds and then kiss her nose gently whispering 'sorries'.

☆ ellie loves playing sports but you don't, specially those that require a ball because everytime you play volleyball or football the ball hits your face. ellie'd feel guilty and she'd run at you concerned thinking it was her fault but it's actually you who's not good at sports.

☆ you'd send her those cat memes all the time.

you: hey bbg wanna hang out

you:

ellie <3: BBG????

☆ and during sex, countless times you've hit your heads or kicked/punched her during the most interesting moments and that would just turn ellie off immediately.

[kimingyuslover]

Love you with all my heart.

Synopsis : Loveless marriage can be so easy yet so difficult. Which one is yours?

Word count : 3,228

pairing : Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

genre : contract marriage, arranged marriage!au, one-sided enemy, strangers to one-sided enemy to exes to lovers!au (it's so much), angst, fluff, slight suggestive at the end.

warnings : tears, italic means flashback, chaebol!soonyoung, chaebol!reader, ceo!soonyoung, neurosurgeon!reader, slight mingyu & wonwoo x reader (seperated), some curse word (i guess..), Soonyoung being a jerk, mention of alcohol consumption, this fic does not represent his character in real life!

a.n : ngl, i'm in tears while writing this, i wanna punch Soonyoung in the face. i recommend reading this fic with this playlist.

“What do you think of this dress? isn't it beautiful?” Soo-jung says while showing one of the wedding dresses in her collection.

Soo-jung has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You first met at your kindergarten and started talking from then with both of your parents also being friends.

You and her have different passions when you enter high school. She's been saying that when she grows up, she wants to be a designer, whereas you want to be a neurosurgeon.

“hello? y/n! Why are you always zoning out everytime we do this? Do you want to call off the marriage? is still early, i'll come along with you to your parents” concern is evident on her face, i mean, her best friend is in an arranged marriage, of course she will support her no matter what her decision.

To you, marriage is something so sacred and marriage can only be achieved by two people who love each other deeply, outwardly and inwardly.

you started to feel tears coming to both of your eyes, you look at Soo-jung with your now teary eyes, she immediately holds both of your shoulders.

you let out a few sobs before opening your mouth, “i don't think i can do this, we met earlier for brunch, he looks so mad Jung” you cried. you never be the one who complained when your parents decided something for you, but the words he threw at you at brunch made you realize that this marriage was a mistake to begin with.

Soo-jung nods at your words and brings you to her hug, she knows that your soon-to-be husband in contract is a jerk because she met him a few days prior in the gala that your family throws, and she also knew that every word that left his mouth will scratch your pure soul and heart.

Kwon Soonyoung is your fiancé, he's the son of one of the biggest real estate companies in South korea. you first met him while attending a gala for the CEOs of every big company.

Soonyoung is a quiet kid, everyone usually socializes with other nepo kids, but he's not, he's alone at the table with a glass of champagne in his hand.

You never really talk to him. only seeing him while you're with your parents, and you were not expecting that he's the one you're going to marry.

Soo-jung decided that today has been a bad day for you and you will discuss this again tomorrow.

“listen here, i do not want this marriage, i have tried to call off the wedding but my parents won't let me,” Soonyoung says after he sipped the coffee that he had ordered, he opens his mouth again, “so don't expect me to love you, give you attention when we're alone and with our family, we have to act when we’re on a party or gala, other than that don't try to get along with me”

Soonyoung throws a few hundred dollar bills to your table while you're lowering your head, this marriage is not on your bingo card this year, you feel humiliated with the eyes on the restaurant goes to you.

You know you should tell this to your parents, but their hopes are sending you into a debate inside your head. They really want this marriage to happen, so both companies can merge into one powerful duo.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

It's now your wedding day, a lot has happened before this wedding is settled, like when soonyoung always scoffs whenever you get near him because your parents and his want it.

You have discussed your marriage with Soo-jung, and you have decided that if he is a jerk to you, then he's gonna receive the same treatment.

The music starts to play, the door in front of you starts to open slowly, with your father by your side, and Soo-jung behind you to help you with the veil.

You can already see your mother and your in-laws waiting for you, the photographer and videographer waiting on the side of the aisle to catch one of the supposedly precious moments of your entire life.

and there's Soonyoung, with his stoic expression waiting for you to be with him on the aisle, sharing your vows for the loveless marriage you'll have.

After your father leaves you, Soonyoung starts to say his vows, he said it with such expression, a tear from your left eye begins to fall, it's not a happy one, but a sad one.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

“Uhh, doctor y/n? Maybe you need to check the trash bin in front of the operating room, because I think you lost your marriage ring” one of the nurse— Yoon Jeonghan, says to you.

you began to panic, searching everywhere of your body in hope to find your ring. your eyes widening after you realize that you can't find it, you start to run across the hall, going straight to the operating room.

and lucky for you, you immediately found it. It's in the pocket of your operating gown. when you start to check your ring for any blood splatter on it, you remind yourself, the day when you bought this ring with Soonyoung.

“What do you think of this one? Do you like it?” You asked Soonyoung, except he doesn't even turn his head to you or the ring. He focuses on his phone.

Your tiny smile dropped. You think that maybe, just maybe, he can try to at least pick the ring with you. Well, god knows you're wrong.

in the end of the day, you have to video call Soo-jung to help you pick the right ring, because all Soonyoung said is, “i don't care, just pick one, i'll leave now, have a meeting”

which led to the employee giving you a sympathetic gaze and smile, and you reciprocated it by smiling sadly.

you feel your nostalgic time being cut when one of the neurosurgeons— doctor Jeon Wonwoo, starts to call your name.

and from then, you start to catch up a little bit more and more.

you got promoted as the professor a few months later, but you still feel empty. You've dreamed of this every single day of your life.

the hospital you're working at now, throwing a company dinner to congratulate you by eating in a korean bbq restaurant because apparently the CEO wants to make you try the restaurant for the first time.

the home you can't ever call it by its name welcoming you with cool air, Doctor Jeon kindly giving you a ride home.

you take off your shoes and start to walk to your bedroom, you pass Soonyoung's room in the process, and you freeze when you hear his sleepy mumbles.

he's calling someone, that you're sure, a name that belongs to a girl, and that's when you feel it, the aches of being rejected again, by Kwon Soonyoung himself.

you closed the door behind you, “i never be the one who makes you do things like that, am i? Am I that bad in your eyes?” You said to yourself, holding your tears back.

You tried, you really really tried to ignore the feelings you had (have) for the man in the different bedroom.

You think you can do it, but ignoring your long-time feelings seems to be more difficult than you think.

Yes, you admitted. Kwon Soonyoung and you have been into the same school, you realize that after the first meeting with him at the gala, and you got assigned together for a project, and that's when you started to develop feelings for him.

“Why can't I just forget him? Why do I have to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and let him break it all over again?” You let out a sobs full of tears, you sat before the bed, and that's when you made up your mind.

you're going to divorce him.

sooner or later, this marriage will consume you fully and make you depressed. The marriage is on their downfall.

So you packed your things in your designer suitcase, and started to call Soo-jung.

“hi, sorry for bothering you late at night. Can I come over to your house? And sleep for a few days there? i just made up my mind and i don't think i can be here anymore” hearing your sobs, Soo-jung accepted your request almost immediately, she knew what decision you have made because you've talked to her a few days before.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

Soonyoung is quite confused when he doesn't see you in the morning, because usually you're always making breakfast before going to work.

and that's happening for the next 2 weeks. he grows relentlessly, wants to know what's wrong that makes you go away from home for 2 weeks straight.

Not so long after he got lost in his thoughts, the house bell is ringing, and Soonyoung is thinking it may be you.

Oh boy, so wrong he was. It's your lawyer, standing so highly in front of him with his briefcase. Soonyoung frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting this visit.

they settle down on the sofa, and your lawyer start to take the divorce paper from his briefcase, “your wife told me she wants to have a divorce with you, this is the paper, you can sign it here” he says calmly, Soonyoung look at the man with puzzled expression evident on his face.

“My client asked me to do this for her. She can’t imagine if she has face to face with you” he continues, and gives his pen to Soonyoung.

There is it, the aches Soonyoung has long forgotten is now coming back, he already started to develop a feeling for you, again.

Yes, he's not wrong, again. Soonyoung met you at high school and started to develop feelings for you when you're in college.

back in college, you've been popular among college students since your sophomore year. Having a student as smart as you was a blessing to the campus.

Soonyoung met you again at a café, he wants to call your name, but someone beats it.

He turned his head to the person. That's when he saw the person he hated the most since 6th grade, Kim Mingyu.

He gets heartbroken when he sees Mingyu smiling at you and kissing your lips when he's already in front of you.

That day should be a good day for him because he wants to start a relationship with you, and maybe that will lead him to have more relationships than friends.

Since then, that feeling started to turn upside down, he's no longer admiring you, he's in denial for years, and always said to himself that he hates you, until the end of his time.

When he heard that you're going to be the one he marries, he's a little excited until he remembers your memories.

He wants to hold you close in his arms when you're crying. He wants to say sorry again and again and again for the hurtful words and actions he threw at you.

It hurts to see you act so cold with him when the marriage starts, and maybe, this was really the end of it all.

Your relationship will never work.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

Today is the final court of your divorce, Soonyoung is in awe when he sees you in your outfit.

White button up with blue stripe adorning your body, white trousers, brown leather belts, and a white lady dior completing your overall outfit.

The sound of your heels touching the ground can be heard by everyone in the hall. you're great at hiding your nervousness.

You can see Soonyoung with his stoic expression as always, waiting for the courtroom door to be open.

And it's finally over. Your marriage is over. All these years, you've been hiding your feelings for him, wanting him to finally love you, is over.

you're not even sure if this marriage has ever started.

Soo-jung rushed towards you when she parked her car, calling your name with her concerned expression.

“y/n! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Do you wanna go somewhere?” she said while approaching you.

Soonyoung saw you and your best friend in the distance, regret started to fill up his body, as tears began to huddle in his eyes.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

“so, I heard that you're a single doctor now. How's it feeling?” the interviewer asked you, made you hitch your breath.

but you perfectly hid it with a small smile, “our marriage was not that simple, we're in an arranged marriage, i feel a little excited when i saw who's i'm going to marry, because i have develop feelings for him before this even started, he’s one of my patient that i operate 5 years ago, and he's on the same high school as me.

My feelings are not reciprocated, and i think he might've hated me from years prior, that time, i'm sure that i can make him, at least bear with me, but i was wrong, everything i do is wrong to him,” tears started to gather in your eyes, even if you want to forget your bad relationship, you can't.

“So I made up my mind, when the marriage starts, I act ignorant to him in the hope that maybe he will talk to me about something or anything, he's not. Everyday feels heavy, and after a few months, I gave up, i can’t handle it anymore, so I filed a divorce paper via my lawyer to him”

After you say that, the host starts trying to calm you down, feeling guilty, but you just tell her that it’s okay, and she doesn't have to say sorry.

Soonyoung watches from his office, watching your tv shows are the only medicine that can heal his guilt and longing for you.

“Mr. Kwon? Would you like to cancel your meeting?” His assistants said with hesitance. The meeting should have started 10 minutes from now, but his boss seems to be deep in his thoughts.

after a few seconds, Soonyoung replied to him, “cancel and reschedule all my meetings for next week, i need to go somewhere”

he hurriedly grabs his coat and runs to the elevator. When he's inside, he lets out a big sigh.

Soonyoung went to his driver and asked for the key of his car. His driver wanted to refuse his request, but Soonyoung just gave him his infamous sharp gaze.

“pick up pick up pick up” he said when he's already in the driver's seat and started to call your best friend, Soo-jung.

“hello?” the person on the other side says.

Soonyoung's heart is pounding loudly, “hi, Soo-jung, this is Soonyoung” he can already see that Soo-jung wants to hang up on him, so he acts fast.

“Wait, don't hang up yet, i regret everything i've done to y/n, and i need you to tell me where she is” he says, sounding so desperate.

Soo-jung gave up. She wants you to have a happy ending, but Soonyoung sounds like he will end his life if not given your location.

“She's on her penthouse, Roosevelt penthouse, 90th floor, tell the receptionist that you're a guy whose y/n family sent,” Soo-jung said before she continues, “don't make me fucking regret this, Kwon Soonyoung”

“I won't”

Soonyoung drives at full speed. This is an urgent emergency for him.

He's finally in front of your door, but he's too scared to hit the bell on your door. He won't give up like he always does, so he pushes the button, and not long after, the intercom starts to let out your beautiful voice.

“Wait a second!”

He can imagine you rushing to open your door, and that is happening right now.

“Hi– Soonyoung?” You flabbergasted by his presence, ready to close your door.

“Wait! don't close it, i want to talk something with you” he says, with pleading eyes.

So you let him go inside of your Penthouse, and guide him to your living room.

“Talk” you said while looking straight at him.

“I want to say sorry for all of my actions and words I threw on you back then, I don't know what I'm doing. i loathed you since i saw you have a relationship with Mingyu. My heart gets broken every time i remember it.

I've hated mingyu's guts since 6th grade, I shouldn't have hated you too. You don't deserve it. I've liked you since the sophomore year of our college. i tried to ignore that feelings, even when our parents said that we're going to be married, I feel excited at that time, but when I remembered your relationship with Mingyu I tried not to give you any attention so my feelings can be ignored, but it's hard, it's hard when you look beautiful every single day, going to work, cooking breakfast.

I came here after I saw your tv show, and I realized that I'm not hurting you with only my actions, but my words too. i love you, y/n” he says, tears start to pool in his eyes, and they start to fall from his right eye.

“but the name you're calling on your sleep, it's—

he cuts you off, “I'm calling you, y/n. i used to call you with your last name, Han y/n, maybe you don't realize it” he says.

“So please, forgive me, I would do anything you want me to do, just so you can give me a second chance and be with me forever, once again” with a sobs, he starts to kneel in front of you.

You get up from your couch to grab his shoulders and hurry him to get up.

When he does, you crash your lips with him, which he reapprociate your kiss.

“I love you, y/n” he says between the kisses that start to get hotter by any second.

“I love you too, Soonyoung”

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

“How's your relationship with Soonyoung?” Soo-jung asks while sipping her wine. It's been a few weeks since the ‘Soonyoung kneeling before you’ tragedy.

“It's been great. He's really putting efforts to fix our broken relationship” you said with a wide grin, remembering all your memories together for the past week.

Soonyoung has taken a break from his office life to fully focus on you. He even brought you to every place special to him, including his grandfather's grave.

“Glad to hear that, he calls me and sounds so desperate while asking me where's your location that time” you laugh it off with her, and your conversation gets longer than you intended.

At the end of the night, you're drunk, so Soo-jung has to call Soonyoung to pick you up, using your phone, which Soonyoung answers almost immediately.

“Kwon Soonyoung, i love you” you mumbles drunkenly when Soonyoung finally puts you on the passenger seat.

“I love you too, sweetheart” Soonyoung replied with a kiss on your forehead, he gives you a bottle of water to sober up a little.

When you both reach your shared home, you spend no time kissing Soonyoung's lips full of passion and lust as soon as he gets the door closed.

And that leads to other intimate activities to help you feel good and up all night.

[cupiohearts]

AND NOW IM OFF TO THE RACES ?! - pointing out moles with ace, malleus, and vil

( NOT PROOF READ :3)

ACE is obnoxious. he might be your boyfriend but sometimes you feel like decking him in the face sometimes. "hey dont roll your eyes at me!" he says as you switch out of your jacket for the fifth time. you hear his back hit the bed. (it was a very loud screech since your bed is hard as rocks)

"gah!" he brings his body off the bed and deliver a small punch to it "crowley needs to get you a new bed."

"and a new budget" you chime in. sighing as you go through your closet filled with clothes. not like you bought them yourself. it was from kalim, and vil- and just about every other rich student on campus buying you things.

"oh come on! we're gonna be late to riddle's unbirthday party!" he whines as he stares at your back.

"hes not gonna get angry at me. im his favourite now shut up and tell me which looks better!"

you expected him to reply with a sassy comment like he normally does. but youre met with silence. "ace?" you ask as you pause and stare at the ceiling with a raised eyebrow.

after a moment of silence, his voice can be heard in something just slightly above a whisper. "did you know you have a mole on your back? its right-" he gets off the bed. it makes a slight creak as he moves towards you. "here" he finishes.

his finger touching a spot in the middle of your back just a bit to the right. you turn your body around to attempt to look at it.

"i cant see it obviously! my head doesnt spin 360 dummy" you flick his forehead. "now stop looking at my back and focus on the clothes!"

he mimicks your voice in a more high pitched tone before going back to sitting on the bed. "you should show me more of your moles. its like finding shells on beaches."

you were forced to sit down as VIL does your skincare. "i dont think i wanna do this.. im so tired." you complain to your boyfriend.

"close your potato otherwise youll get a mouthful of foam" he commands you while he starts to lather the foam all over your face. you sigh as you close your eyes, feeling the motion of his hands on your face. rubbing in whatever product he was using.

the feeling of his hands circling your cheeks and then back to your forehead and then your chin almost made you fall asleep if it wasnt for the cold water hitting your face.

you opened one eye as you feel his fingers poke at your face. "hm? what the heck why did you poke me!" you say as you open both your eyes and huff at him.

unfortunately he had placed your hands in a covering because he was also putting hand masks on your hands.

he raised an eyebrow at you. geez he was so hot. "i didnt realize you had a mole there prefect" he says as he looks more closely at it. "well yeah- its tiny" you say as you pull your head a bit away from his face. sweating bullets at the sight of the queen himself looking at the mole you had.

"its cute." he simply states before slapping your face with some cream again.

perhaps he thought you didnt realize how his fingers seemed to pay special attention to your mole everytime. whenever he gives you goodbye kisses when the bell rings, he leaves a ring of lipstick around your mole.

he notices it if you cover it up with some makeup or what not. a frown getting on his face as he immediantly swipes at what covers it.

"why did you cover it? its a lovely place for a mole. you shouldnt cover it up. did you know theres a myth that moles appear when our past lover had kissed up before?" he asks you while his eyes were still focused on the mark.

MALLEUS notices your mark when he looks at your foot while you two relax at the lake. he notices it every single day, discreetly (or not) staring at it whenever you go on your rambles about your day or possibly how annoying ace and deuce can get sometimes.

you know he noticed at first because he paused mid conversation to lower his gaze down your foot. it took him a minute or two to snap out of it and stop blanking out on you but the good deed was done.

after that day you decided that his gaze on your foot started to freak you out a bit more so you suggested less water and more shoes rather than sandals.

you didn't think he would notice but while you two hung out in your spot after a week or two. he would start staring down at the spot where he knows where your mole is. he specificallly remembers it and frown.

"child of man take off your shoes"

"tsunotarou we talked about this you cant steal my shoes i only have one pair"

he shakes his head this time. kneeling down at your feet as he slips your slippers off. slipper because you wore them to feel comfortable at night. his hands holding your foot in his hands while your shoe is in your other one.

you gasp and try to take your shoe back from him. your hands no match for his years of experience from doing bits of swordfighting however.

"tsunotarou i need my shoes back! my foot is cold" you whine to him.

"but the dot. you have a beauty mark on your foot"

darn his sad dragon eyes. you wouldve probably hurled a rock at him if he wasnt so naive and confused. you poor poor soul malleus.

"yes i have beauty mark on my foot i have them everywhere on my body tsunotarou. now give me back my shoe" you say with a furrowed eyebrow and a frown etched onto your face huffing.

he lights up at this. the opposite of what you wanted (what you really wanted were those slippers in his hands).

after that day he did give you your slipper back but he started to inspect your body. not as creepy as it seems but whenever he thinks youre distracted he looks everywhere on your body for a darker spot.

god forbid you allow him to do this with free will. sometimes whenever he thinks he hit jackpot on finding a new one, he pulls on your clothes tugging it down or off to look at it without it being obstructed.

youve had very awkward stares about this that you dont wish to describe.

[writingoddess1125]

Hockey AU Buggy

Hockey Buggy x GNReader

Fluffy Fluff Romance

Well Damn I come back with a writers block so bad not even a shotgun to the ass could blow it out! Anywho watched some TV and got this idea! Enjoy 💕

• Ah the Big Top Hockey Team- The best of the worse in Hockey.

• The Famed Center Clown Star of the Rink- Buggy.

• The Nickname coming from both his personality and the bright red nose he got from rosacea/cold

• Buggy is a notorious asshole to everyone- His long blue hair often poking out his helmet like little tuffs- often making him look ridiculous.

• He chews on his bright red mouth guard constantly and it looks like a permanent red smile shifting over his face when he sits out or is waiting.

• He and his team are lazy- but dirty players. Being the first to break out in fights and first to fuck up a play.

• Wouldn't be the first time Buggy punches someone in the back of the head and gets sat out for retaliation

• Missing a Tooth after a bad scuffle with the Red Hair Team a few years back so wears a clip in tooth to cover it.

• You were the journalist for the Hockey division- new and having to sit at almost every game in your area. This being no different as you sit with your laptop on your lap typing everything down. Not noticing you caught a certain centers eye-

• Buggy slows down right infront of you- Looking you up and down as he gave a wicked grin-

• "Ay! Haven't seen you here before gorgeous" Buggy chimes in, making you raise a brow at the man.

• "You're in a active game?-" You point out, gesturing to his team and the opposing team behind him currently fighting on the Rink while the poor ref tries to break it up.

• "They can wait- Your phone number however cant" He said with a grin- You laughing at his antics and shake your head.

• "Well, Seems like you're gonna have to wait- Cause you ain't getting it" You wink- Seeing his face freeze in both shock and interest at yohr rejection.

• Oh it Was On!

• Everytime you were at a game, so was Buggy. Either playing or not he would show up and shoot his shot at you.

• Each time you'd reject him. Some days he took it like a champ and others he would throw a bitch fit.

• However he didn't quit- even after a solid year he hadn't stopped. While you rejected him romantically it didn't mean you hadn't become good friends with him and his team.

• "I swear to God I'd be so good to you" He said, leaned against the wall. Dressed in his gear as his game was starting up soon. You smirk at this, not used to a more Eros form of remark.

• "Oh? Switching up the flirting Clown Boy?" You mused. However looking in his eyes you don't see lust like all the times before- No this was different.

• "I'd rub your feet good, Cook you dinner- make you fruit covered in chocolate. Just let me shoot my shot (Y/N) I promise"

• You stare at him surprised- A feeling of warmth hitting your face. "G-Go play. Your game is soon"

• He nods accepting what he felt was another rejection as he headed off to the rink.. Your heart seemingly skipping some beats.

• "I need your quote from the last game" You say, Seated in a Cafe so you could interview Buggy. However he was being difficult and turned facing away from you in the chair. "Which would be easier if you turned to face me"

• "Don't know about that- If I face you I may blow a hole through the table-" He deadpanned which made your eyes roll.

• "Well try-"

• "Alright but you look like that so don't be surprised if I look like I wanna be underneath you" He said with a smile, turning in his seat to take you in fully. A bright smile on his face-

• "Wow-" He said like he was blown away by you. "Quote- Now" You emphasize not wanting to fall into his new attempt at you.

• "I'll Honor you to the day I die- I Swear.. And you can quote that" He said with a bright smile, Winking at you and staring with only love in his eye.

• This continued for a week- And in truth your resolve was starting to break. It wasn't just flirting anymore but true interest in you and desire.

• It was getting harder and harder to reject him.. Maybe you liked his red nose, his blue hair or the way he giggled.

• However it wasn't till the first game of the new season that things changed. He had come to you with roses this time and his jersey.

• This was the most that people had ever showed up for a Big Top Game and it showed by how clean the team seemed for once. Including Buggy-

• His hair in a ponytail as he held the items out to you, stopping the flow of his team going on the Rink just for this.

• "Buggy what are you-" He cut you off with a desperate look in his eyes.

• "One chance- Give me a Moment and I swear, I'll make it last a lifetime"

• You stare at him, smiling as held put the jersey to you and flowers to you. A grin on his face as you shake your head with a chuckle, taking the gifts from him.

• His face lit up like you'd given him a million dollars and a blow job.

• "You get one moment- Make it count"

• That night you'd seen he had actually tried- putting out the best plays you'd ever seen and winning the game that night for the first time.

• The whole time he was staring at you as well

• Seemed all he really needed was that chance-

[justmochi]

action

pairing :: mira x wonwoo ft mingyu, sua, and yoohyeon

word count :: 2.1k

synopsis :: wonwoo shows mira his rehearsal video for his stunt scene

time :: april, 2024

warnings :: spice, angst if you squint. mira is shrimping

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Mira just got back from the bathroom, plopping down on the couch next to her boyfriend and tucking her legs underneath herself. “You can press play.” They both shared a nod of approval before resuming their romance movie.

The movie was calming down from its climax, prompting her to rest her head on Wonwoo’s shoulder. He takes in a sharp breath, causing Mira to retreat from him.

“Are you okay?” She frowned, keeping her distance.

He presses his fingers into his shoulder, shutting his eyes at the sensation. “Yeah, I’ve just been exerting some muscles I don’t usually use at the stunt academy.”

“Stunt academy?” Her eyes widen, her mind going directly to the worst-case scenario.

“Yeah, I learned some martial art moves for—”

“Martial arts?” She sits up straight, placing her hand on his knee.

“Hey, it’s fine.” He cups her cheek with his palm. “I have to film an action scene for our music video, so I learned from the professionals.”

Mira slouches back against the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”

“I’m okay–” Both of their heads snap towards the screen when the female lead lets out a moan. Mira feels her cheeks heat up, pursing her lips.

“Uh, we filmed some test footage. Did you wanna see?” He tries to direct their attention elsewhere to downplay the manner of the movie scene.

“Oh, sure!” She perks up, watching as he takes his phone out of his pocket. She pays attention to the movie before he holds out his phone.

She smiles upon seeing him barefaced with his glasses on, and a beanie. “Awe.”

He chuckles nervously before pressing play on the video. She giggles at him taking a deep breath before they begin the sequence.

“You’re so–OH! Oh my gosh–“ She covers her mouth when people in the video start lunging for Wonwoo. She’s speechless while watching the rest of the video, her boyfriend throwing and dodging punches, even kicking the stunt people. When most of the guys are on the ground, her eyes widen as he stands in the video, panting. The footage ends with him fixing his beanie.

She looks at him, her mouth agape behind her palm. He gets flustered when looking into her eyes, throwing his head back on the sofa while snickering.

“Wow, that’s…” Mira shakes her head in disbelief. “Awesome. Can I see it again?”

“Of course.” He hands her his phone and she swipes to the beginning to watch it all over again. The first time, she focuses on the actors coming his way. Second, she watches Wonwoo’s face the entire time. Third, she watches his body movements. He is shy everytime she restarts the video, trying his hardest to focus on the movie and not her reactions.

She watches a fourth time, but scrolls through it frame by frame. Watching it in slow motion was not her brightest idea, because she takes every detail into account. She can’t deny that he looks incredibly sexy. He probably doesn’t even recognize what he’s doing, focusing on the routine he was taught at the academy. She sees his shirt lift up and she can’t help but rewind and scroll some more, wetting her lips at the sight of his abs. She’s at the end of the video, but she doesn’t remember anything from it because her mind is imagining him shirtless.

“Mira?” He knocks her out of her daydreaming.

Her cheeks heat up again, as well as her ears. She feels as if he completely read her mind and she was about to be caught. “Oh, yes?”

“Are you done? I mean you can watch as many times as you want but I’m getting embarrassed.” He smirks.

“Uhh, yes I am.” She hands his phone back to him, trying to get one more glimpse at him in the video. She watches him press the share button and sends it to her through texts. She really wishes he hadn’t done that. “It’s really good. I’m proud of you.”

He smiles, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She blushes and suddenly feels hot all over. He doesn’t pull away but instead stares at her lips. She watches his eyes drift, so she takes the opportunity to tilt her head and kiss his lips. He follows the way her lips move against him, cupping her cheek with his hand. Mira feels her phone ring in her pocket from the text he sent. She quickly pulls away, clearing her throat while brushing strands of her hair behind her ear.

She stumbles on her words, distancing herself from him. “I- do you want me to massage your shoulder?”

He snorts, leaning forward to give her more access. “Go crazy.”

She stretches her fingers before readjusting and pressing them into his shoulder. He shudders the second she applies pressure.

“Sorry,” She pouts, trying to be gentle with him.

“Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me.” He rubs her knee, turning his attention to the movie.

The hairs on her head stand up from that touch alone. She does her best to push away her lustful thoughts, watching the movie with him.

They get absorbed in the intimate scenes when Mira reaches one of his more sore muscles, causing him to suppress a moan. Regardless of his efforts, she still heard it loud and clear.

“Did I hurt you?” She takes her hands back, holding them to her chest.

“No, that felt good.”

“Oh, um…” She tries to reposition her hands back to where they were just a moment ago. She feels around his shoulder blades before he lets out another moan.

“Right there.” He sighs

She flattens her lips, willing her fingers to not start shaking now. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” He speaks low enough for her to hear. Her imagination starts to run wild as she continues to massage his shoulder. She envisions what it would be like to hear the same sounds coming from him but under different circumstances. Would he say the exact same words? She wants to hit herself for looking back on all the times he had been shirtless around her. Her pulse quickens at the thought of the steamy scene minutes ago and what it would be like for her and Wonwoo.

“Why’d you stop?” She snaps out of it again to see him looking at her. She doesn’t remember ever stopping.

“I…” Her fingers hover over his skin, looking down into his eyes. “Sorry, I don’t know–“ She trails off, entranced by his wet lips. They both feel the pull towards each other, leaning in until the front door flies open.

“I got ice cream!” Mingyu lifts the bags, pushing the door shut with his leg.

Mira throws her on the opposite side of the sofa like they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. She hopes Mingyu didn’t notice anything except for the flush across her skin.

“Ice cream!” She stands to her feet, rushing over to grab a bag from Mingyu. “Do you want some ice cream, Wonwoo?”

“Uhh sure.” He stands, readjusting his sweats before stretching his back and limbs.

The three settle on the sofa, Wonwoo in between both of them. Mingyu has his own bowl of ice cream, while the couple share one. She’s hoping the ice cream can somehow melt away her uneasiness from their situation, but she finds herself more agitated sitting so close to her boyfriend.

“You didn’t eat much, do you want the rest?” He leans his temple against her shoulder, whispering into her ear.

“It’s okay, you can have it.” She whispers back, attempting a reassuring nod. She turns her attention to the movie, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

She can’t remember what’s all happened in their movie or even the title of it as she watches him finish the ice cream. Her first mistake was trusting herself enough to turn her head a little to see the cream on the corner of his lips. He wipes it away with his thumb before licking his finger clean. She feels her mouth go dry and a ringing in her ears.

She may have imagined him his eyes shifting to her, but it’s enough for her to shoot up and ask the two boys if they’re done with their ice cream.

“Can I take it?” She grabs both of the bowls from them, running away to the kitchen to collect herself and clean the dishes.

Her mind is running laps as she frantically rinses the dishes, drying them and placing them back in the cupboards. She dries her hands, taking her phone out of her pocket with shaky hands. She texts Sua to come and pick her up ASAP.

Before she can go back to watch the movie with them, she gives herself a pep talk while fixing her hair and clothing.

Wonwoo eyes her as she comes back in, splaying his arm out on the sofa to wrap around her. She forces a smile, bringing her knees to her chest.

He leans in, rubbing his hand back and forth on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just don’t feel too good so Sua is coming early.”

“We can go to my room and you can lay on the bed if you–“

Going to Wonwoo’s room and laying down on his bed.

“No. Really, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”

He scans her face, debating on whether he should feel her forehead for a fever. He nods, instead pressing a peck to her temple. It was very clear to him how tense and unnatural she was acting. He nods, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore.

After a while, her phone vibrates in her pocket, knowing that it’s Sua telling her she’s outside. The movie is almost over so she sticks it out, hoping her member won’t be too agitated with her for making her wait.

The second the screen fades to black, she stands up and smooths her pants down. “Thank you for having me over, I really enjoyed tonight.” She bows her head to Mingyu before heading to the front door.

“No problem…” Mingyu raises his eyebrow, watching as Wonwoo walks after her.

She struggles to get her shoes on, pushing her bag to her back.

“Mira,” He presses his palm against her back, causing her to flinch. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” She turns her head, pleading with her eyes for him to take a hint. She makes sure she has everything before pulling the door open.

“Let me walk you–“

“No! It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” She nods, giving him an unexpecting peck on the lips. “Love you. I’ll text you.”

She leaves him no room to argue, shutting the door and rushing to the elevators.

Wonwoo stands at the front door for a second before walking back to the living room. He’s thinking in his head when Mingyu brings him back to reality.

“Is it just me or was she acting really weird?” He points to the door, flattening his lips.

“You noticed?”

Mira quickly gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt. Sua looks her up and down, raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine.”

“Did something happen–“

“No, nothing happened. I’m just tired so can we please go home?” She presses her arm against the door, holding her head up. When the vehicle doesn’t start driving, she looks over to see the woman staring at her. “Now.”

“Yes ma’am. Sheesh.” She sits back, putting the car in reverse.

“I am despicable.” Mira mumbles under her breath.

April 29, 2024

She can’t help but bite her nails, hesitating on clicking the official music video. She was both anxious and excited to see the final product. She was also fearsome of what she would have to face once she finally watched Wonwoo’s fight scene. She thought it was shameful enough to be thirsting over him, but she didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that she craved to be intimate with him.

Mira pressed on the Maestro music video, listening to the song with her headphones on. She waited impatiently for his part, nearly squealing the second it did. Her jaw hung open, having to replay the scene over and over again.

She zoned out, feeling a warmth fill her center. He looked too sexy and she felt ashamed to be imagining such inappropriate things about him.

“Mira!” Yoohyeon reached back for Mira’s leg, shaking it from her seat.

The girl quickly took her headphones off her head, once again acting like she was caught watching something she was not supposed to. “Hmm?”

“Are you drooling?”

She was not expecting a twenty second video to bother her this much.

[fruityhoon]

hold you tight

yandere!jay x gn!reader

warnings: kissing and yandere behaviour

————

you were on his bed laying down facing away from him, thinking of a way on how you could leave. leave far away from his psychotic ass.

“what’s the matter baby? is something bothering you?” the voice next to you spoke out amidst the silence, you just wanted to punch him in the face everytime he opened his mouth but you knew you couldn’t.. you were afraid.

“n-nothing im just more comfortable like this” you stuttered, voice low

“dont lie to me y/n, you know you can tell me anything” his voice was so sweet, but you knew it was all an act

“i know..” you said as he lightly brushed his fingers through your hair

“turn around darling, i wanna see your face” he moved his fingers away, you turned around to face the man in front of you with a cold face

he caressed your cheek with his thumb, admiring your face that were on the verge of tears

you couldn’t hold it anymore, you looked away from him, a tear running down your cheek as you tried moving his hand away from you but as to no avail, he grabbed ur hand roughly and stared right in your eyes

“what’s wrong baby?” his voice sounded more worried, the grip on your hand says otherwise as he wiped your tears away with his other hand, you tried to form a sentence but you end up mumbling random words hoping he’d leave you alone

“hm?” he held ur jaw up, making you face him

you managed to move away from him, not wanting to be any closer with the man on the bed

“let me leave jay..please i wont tell anyone i swea-“

and with that he grabbed you, pulling you in his embrace as he hugged you tightly as you broke down even more with your head buried in his chest, trying to pull yourself away from him as he caressed your hair and kissed the crown of your head ignoring your cries

“leave where honey? you don’t listen do you? you wanna see what i’ll do to your family.. want them to turn out like the others? or maybe your little friend? taehyun would be fun to play with dont you think” his demeanour changed when he brought your boyfriend up, smiling. threatening you.

you lifted your head as you shook your head with pleading eyes. he had already murdered your friends that were trying to help you during your first attempt of escaping and no no no you didn’t want him hurting more people especially when that person was your boyfriend..

jay looked at your crying face, the way your eyes were shining due to the tears, you looked beautiful to him.

he leaned to you as both his hands were on your cheek, his strong grip telling you not to move or else, leaving a long and gentle kiss on your lips that were already puffy at this point from all the crying

he slowly pulled away, wiping the tears off of your face, moving strands of hair on your face that were covered in tears to look at you ever so softly

“this is your home now baby, i’ll always be here for you, you’re safe here with me.” he held you tightly just like before, not wanting you to leave his embrace

“i love you y/n”

all you could do was just lay there with him, eyes puffy, not being able to do anything without making him mad, you couldn’t do anything, there was no escape.

you were stuck with him.

“i love you too jay..”

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authers note: my first post !! let me know if you guys like these type of posts by interacting >< i’ll start writing more yan!enha cz i have more ideas up my ass but im just so lazy to write (but if you do have suggestions feel free to suggest i might write them)

[igotbloodonmyhands]

Nightmares / Part I

Note: I made this two parts since I really wanted to post this but couldn't find the energy to write for the others tonight. Tomorrow you'll get Price, Rudi and Soap tho (I used alphabetical order, that's why they're last). Trope: Fluff, angst, hurt comfort Word count: 1.303 Trigger warning: Mention of torture

Alejandro: Alejandro was no stranger to sleepless nights. It took an eternity for him to fall asleep, worries and sorrows keeping him awake. When he did finally fall asleep, the nightmares came. He'd stand in the town square of Las Almas, having to watch as his family, friends and comrades were put against a wall. He couldn't run or scream, just stand there. When he suddenly stared in the barrel of a gun he finally woke up, shirt wet with sweat, the rooms silence filled by his heavy breaths. "Joder (Fuck)", he mumbled, getting up and putting on a new shirt. It was 0200 (2 am). He decided to get a tea. As he stepped in the community room he was surprised to see the lights on, you standing in pyjamas in front of the boiling kettle, a mug in your hand. "(Name)? What are you doing in the kitchen an two in the morning, tesoro?" You turned around, grinning but tired. "I could ask you the same, Ale" He sighed and grabbed a mug and tea bag (Spanish orange) "Can't sleep. You?" "Same. Do you... Wanna talk about it?", he shook his head. "Not right now, I think.... Just need to think about something else" You shrugged. "Understandable" You two sat down on the couch, sitting in silence, drinking the tea, each lost in their own thoughts. "Would you rather fight one hundred duck sized horses or one horse sized duck?", you suddenly asked. He looked at you like you had grown two horns. "Ehhh, madre mia, the horses, I think?", he answered. "Me too. Even though it would depend on the horse" He chuckled. "Are you trying to distract me?" You grinned "Is it working?" He rolled his eyes "A bit". You leaned you head on his shoulder, and after a moment he put his head on yours. "Good" You continued to banter about random nonsense until, finally, fatigue overcame you and you finally fell asleep. It was the best sleep either of you had gotten in a while.

Gaz: Falling asleep wasn't the problem. But as soon as Gaz drifted off into dream land, he was haunted. Faces of fallen comrades screamed at him for not saving them, the screams of agony of their last moments, the pleas of enemies he tortured filled his mind. With a muffled yelp he shot up in his bed, chest heaving. "Fuck", he muttered, getting up and pacing up and down in his room. His heart was beating like a racehorse. He grabbed his gym bag and decided to head to the training rooms. He was surprised to see the lights on, the thudding of fists hitting the punching bag filling the room. "Not bad, (name)", he stepped closer, looking at you. You sighed. "Can't sleep either?", you asked. He nodded. "Yea. Damn nightmares", he punched the bag, making it swing violently. You stepped back, sitting down on the mat and leaning against the wall. "Wanna talk about it?". He thought for a moment before turning his attention back on the bag. You thought he'd just ignore you and stay quiet, but as he started punching the bag, he muttered under his breath. "I couldn't save them. I killed them" His punches got harder and more aggressive. "It's my fault. It's my fault". You weren't sure who he was talking about, but it didn't quite matter right now. "Hey, hey, Gaz", you tried to calm him down. "Cmere", you patted the mat next to you. He seemed to contemplate for a moment, but then finally sat down next to you. A shuddered breath escaped him as he slumped in on himself. You opened your mouth, but quite honestly you weren't sure what to say. So you just sat in silence, but it wasn't an awkward feeling. It felt... Safe. Suddenly, you felt his head on your shoulder, and smiled, leaning yours against his.

Ghost: For Ghost, a good nights sleep was as common as a unicorn. Everytime he closed his eyes, he was there again. Buried alive, in a coffin, squished next to a decaying body. But this time, he didn't get out. He thrashed and screamed, unbeknownst to him not only in his sleep, but it was no use. He was trapped, he was trapped, he was trapped. Panic flooded his every fiber, but he just wouldn't fucking wake up. His eyes widened when he finally woke up. His breath came in short, shuddering gasps, tears staining his cheeks. He wanted to run, he needed to run or else he'd suffocate. He almost fell over putting on his pants and running shoes before he ripped open his door and ran. He didn't know where, he just needed to run. The sky was still dark, with the faintest shimmer of violet light creeping up the horizon. He aimed for the woods behind the barracks, mindlessly running along the paths. "Fuck, Riley, watch your step, big boy", a sudden voice squeaked. He opened his eyes which he didn't remember closing. He looked down, seeing you knocked over on the ground. "Sorry", he mumbled, giving you a hand and pulling you up. "What are you doing here at this time of night?", you raised an eyebrow. He shifted his weight. "Can't sleep". "Me too...", you looked at him. His gaze was weird... Dead, somehow. "Do you... Want to talk about it?", you asked carefully. "No", he said, voice firm. "Come with me", you grabbed his arm, leading him to a bench nearby, guiding him down and plopping next to him. "I'm here for you, you know that, right?" He gulped. "Yea..." A deep sigh escaped him. "...Thank you". You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. "No problem", you mumbled, feeling him relaxing under you.

Horangi: They were here, they'd kill him, fuck, he needed to hide, he needed to hide. Horangi panted, clenching his fist in the sheets. His eyes opened wide and he rubbed the scars on his face. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and stepped outside, sliding down the wall. He lit it and took a deep breath, letting his head roll back and closing his eyes. "Whatcha doin there?", you voice suddenly sound beside him. "빌어먹을!" (Fucking hell, may be a bit wrong since I don't speak Korean) He had jumped up, sighing when he saw it was just you. "Stop sneaking up to me like that, (name)". You chuckled. "Heh, sorry". You sat down next to him. "Can't sleep?", you looked up at him. He nodded. "I don't wanna talk about it". "Then lets just... Sit" You leaned against him, feeling the tension melt slightly from his form.

König: As soon as he closed his eyes, the memories came. He was strapped to a chair, only dressed in boxer shorts, his hood gone. He felt exposed. They whipped, beat and cut him, the scars still evident on his skin. He stood up on shaky legs, the scars on his body aching. A small tin of ointment stood on the table, which he grabbed and carefully rubbed it in. He was not gonna fall asleep anytime soon again. With a heavy sigh he put on his clothes and shuffled towards the armoury. He plopped down on a bench and started cleaning his guns. "Hey there", he hadn't heard you, and immediately pointed the empty gun at you. "Scheiße! You scared me!", he mumbled. You giggled, sitting down next to him. "Sorry". He rolled his eyes and watched him clean his weapons for a minute. "Can't sleep?", you asked. "Nightmares", he answered shortly. You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling his muscles move under it as he wiped down the barrel of his gun. "You can always talk to me, you know?", you mumbled. "Yea... Danke"

[candycandy00]

Can you do Shigaraki and Fem reader playing a fighting game and everytime one loses, they have to strip?

Smut. 18+. Handjobs.

You try to dodge Shigaraki’s blows, but they come too fast, knocking you several feet away. “Hey,” you shout, “can’t you go a little easier on me?”

“No,” he says flatly, blocking the hits you throw at him.

“Oh come on! I thought you were gonna be nice to me today!”

Shigaraki frowns. “So you want me to just stand here and let you punch me in the face?”

“Uh, yeah? That would be nice,” you say, still trying to get a hit in.

“Not happening,” he replies, finally countering your punches with an uppercut that knocks you out.

The words “Player 1 Wins!” flash across the screen in front of you and Shigaraki. Your avatar, a scantily clad ninja girl, is lying at his character’s feet. You cross your arms over your chest and give your boyfriend a dirty look. “This is why I don’t like playing fighting games with you.”

He glances over at you. “Because I always win?”

“Because it’s no fun,” you answer.

He stares at you for a moment, then says, “Wanna make it fun?”

“How?”

“Every time one of us loses, we have to take something off,” he says.

“Like a strip game? But you always win. How is that fun for me?”

Shigaraki seems to think for a few seconds before saying, “I’ll play with a handicap. You can pick my character.”

That does make the idea more tempting, There are a couple of characters he’s not so great with. You’ve beaten him a few times that way. But that’s not enough. You look at him and grin. “You can’t use counters.”

Shigaraki is clearly caught off guard by that. His playstyle heavily leans on counters. But in the end he shrugs and says, “Sure.”

“You’re on then!” You pick up your controller and get ready to select your character, but Shigaraki is just looking at you.

“You already lost a round. Take something off.”

“That was before we even agreed to the terms,” you say.

“I’ve giving you such a huge advantage. You can do this for me, right?” he asks, his face softening in that way that makes you melt.

You sigh dramatically and reach down to tug your fuzzy socks off. “There, happy?”

His eyes narrow slightly. “I guess.”

Obviously he was hoping to see something a little more exciting than bare feet, but he picks up his controller and selects the character you choose for him. The next round goes much better for you. Without using counters, Shigaraki’s best moves are sealed, and you win the fight almost too easily. You sit the controller down beside you and look at him expectantly. “Your turn."

You assumed he would kick off his shoes but instead he pulls his long sleeve tshirt over his head and tosses it on the floor. You find yourself staring at his chest, which is much more toned than you imagined. The two of you haven’t been dating long, and the one time you were intimate, the lights were off and both of you kept some of your clothes on. So this is your first time seeing his bare torso up close, in the light.

He notices your eyes roaming over him and grins. “Don’t get distracted,” he says.

“Yeah right,” you say, tearing your eyes away to look at the screen as the next match starts. This fight isn’t quite as easy as the last one, but you still beat him without too much trouble. This time he does kick off the shoes, and the next round begins. This fight is actually a challenge. You each won one round and it had to go to round three for you to emerge the victor. It dawns on you then that Shigaraki is getting progressively better with each match. Is he actually adapting to this new playstyle of not using counters?

You watch him unbuckle his belt and toss it to the floor. He doesn’t even look at you as he starts the next match. There’s a fierce determination in his eyes that makes you nervous about this fight. You grip the controller tightly in your hands, mashing the buttons to do every combo you can think of, but Shigaraki is blocking or avoiding almost all of them. When the match ends in your defeat, you realize your hands are sweaty and you sit the controller down to wipe your palms on your jeans.

Shigaraki turns to look at you, a smug look on his face. You weigh your options. You don’t have a belt. Just two pieces of underwear, your jeans, and a pullover sweater. So will it be the jeans or the sweater? Is the sweater long enough to cover much if you took off the jeans? You decide to take that chance, and you stand up from the couch. Shigaraki watches you silently as you unbutton your pants and slide them down your hips, pulling the sweater down at the same time to cover your panties. You kick the jeans off and sit back down on the couch.

You look over and notice Shigaraki’s eyes are glued to your bare thighs. “Now who’s distracted?” you ask, and he quickly looks away.

The next match goes exactly like the last one, with you being utterly destroyed. He really did adapt! You feel a mixture of awe at his gaming skills and unease at the fact that you have to shed that sweater. You stand up and pull the sweater over your head as Shigaraki watches intently. You can feel yourself getting hot in the face. Why did you agree to this? Because you wanted to see him naked in a way that wouldn’t be awkward, or so you thought. But now you’re sitting beside him on the couch in just your bra and panties, and he keeps stealing glances at you until the next match starts.

You fight desperately this time, despite the growing gap in skill, and manage to take him to the third round before he beats you. He immediately turns and stares at you, unable to conceal the excitement in his eyes. You sit up straight, pulling your back away from the couch, and reach behind you to unhook your bra. You let it fall into your lap and then drop it on the floor at your feet. You hesitate for a moment before meeting Shigaraki’s eyes. This is much more embarrassing than you expected it to be. You’re not even sure why you’re embarrassed. He’s literally groped your bare breasts under your shirt before. But something about the way he’s looking at you, as if he’s never seen you before, makes heat spread through your body.

You want to win the next match, badly. You want his pants off. The problem is that he’s so focused on winning. Well, maybe there’s something you can do about that. Near the end of the third round, he’s almost beaten you, but you suddenly hold down the block button, turn toward him on the couch, and press your breasts against his bare shoulder. He jolts from the sudden contact and the controller slips from his hand. You turn back quickly and go for the kill, defeating him easily.

He looks at you in shock. “Hey, that’s not fair,” he says. “You distracted me.”

“You didn’t say anything about not distracting each other,” you say with a smile.

He gives you an almost pouty look. Clearly he was planning on getting your panties off. He sighs and stands up, then drops his pants and steps out of them, leaving him only in black boxers. They sit somewhat low on his hips, and the skin they show below his navel is drawing your eyes.

The next match begins, and just as you’re about to unleash a killer combo on Shigaraki’s character, he blocks, and you suddenly feel a warm finger and thumb pinch one of your nipples. You squeal and jerk away, trying to regain control of the fight as you fumble the combo badly and retreat to the other side of the screen.

Within seconds, Shigaraki wins the first round. When round two begins, you feel desperate. You have to win this one to force the match to three rounds. You fight as hard as you can, using every combo and special move you can think of. Right when you have him cornered, you feel three fingers slide into your panties, one of them slipping into your sticky folds to stroke your clit.

“Ahhh~” You can’t suppress a cry of surprise and pleasure as you drop the controller. The fingers quickly pull away, and you watch in horror as your character is defeated.

Shigaraki drops his own controller and turns to face you, lifting one hand to lick his middle finger. You stand up and tuck your thumbs into the waist band of your panties. You take a deep breath, and then pull them down and step out of them. Shigaraki looks at you for a moment before taking hold of your wrist and pulling you to the couch. Once you’re sitting, he gently pulls your legs apart. You blush, but you allow him to do it.

He looks you over for a few seconds before his hand is on you, using three fingers to stroke your most sensitive spots. You moan and lean back, closing your eyes, just feeling the pleasure ripple through you. Then you turn your head to look at him. “Don’t I get a consolation prize?” you ask, looking pointedly at his boxers.

Shigaraki laughs. “I thought I was already giving you a consolation prize,” he says, then stands up. “But if you want to see my dick that much, here you go.” He jerks the boxers down, revealing a full erection. You stare at it, surprised by its size. It’s been inside you before, but you never got a good look at it before now. The night the two of you made love, it was such a spontaneous, passionate moment. Your bedroom was pitch dark. Shigaraki had opened his pants and reached under your skirt to shove your panties aside, moving by feel rather than sight. Still, you had enjoyed it. Now though, just looking at him was turning you on.

He sat beside you on the couch, his own legs spread apart, one of his hands working between your thighs, making you feel delirious. You reach over with one of your own hands and begin stroking his cock, making him hiss in pleasure.

You’re the first to cum, shaking and panting and making little stilted cries as his fingers massage your clit, and keep massaging it even after your orgasm passes. Then Shigaraki cums, the sticky fluid shooting out in front of him, making a mess on the floor where most of his clothes are sprawled. He breathes hard as you stop stroking him and lean over to clean him up with your mouth, licking the remaining cum off the tip and swallowing it.

Later, after you’ve both dressed (with Shigaraki having to get a clean shirt because cum got all over the one on the floor), you both sit on the couch again. He picks up his controller and says, “Wanna go again?”

You laugh. “Are you serious?”

He gives you a surprisingly warm smile. “Or we could just play a co-op game.”

“That sounds nice,” you say, picking your controller up again.

[stvharrngton]

a lesson in romantics; lesson ten

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: aaaand that’s a wrap! (sort of 👀) i just want to say a quick thank you to everyone who has read or reblogged or commented anything on this series. it’s been something totally out of my comfort zone compared to what i usually write lol and it’s been hard sometimes to want to stick with it but i have done (somehow!!) 🥺 but stick around for the alternative ending coming soon 👀😮‍💨

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none, fluff, happy ending

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

series taglist: @pbs-theundeadmaggot @alana4610 @onceuponaoneshot

SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS HIGH, MAY 1993

The school year had soon run its course and was coming to the end, the summer break right around the corner but not before the big end of year senior prom. It had been a big year for you, with its ups and its downs, but you were looking forward to your first summer in Hawkins, you couldn’t lie.

You had your dress picked out, something simple yet formal enough to chaperone at a high school prom. It was a long and a deep red, with capped sleeves at the shoulders, the fitted material fitting you perfectly. Every time you caught a glance of it hung up in your wardrobe, your mind would drift to seeing Steve in a tux for the first time.

It was silly really. You felt like you were getting ready for your own senior prom, rather than one at a school where you taught at.

The evening soon rolled around and you were sat on your couch, patiently waiting for your ride to pick you up. Your car was in the shop, much to your dismay, your knight in shining armour had saved the day.

The knock soon came at your apartment door, the man standing behind it wore a suit with a simple black bow tie, his hair perfectly tousled, wire frame glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and his mouth hanging open for way, way too long.

“Wow,” he breathed, “you look—,”

“Is it too much?” you blurted out, feeling a tad overdressed as you made your way to the passenger side of the car. Steve held your hand as you lowered yourself into the cream leather seat.

“No, God, no,” he insisted, leaning down with you so you could see the bashful smile on his face, “it’s perfect, I promise, you look perfect.”

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The prom was in full swing, students dolled up and suited and booted dotted across the school gym as the music blared and the lights strobed. The teachers were spread across different corners of the gym, hands stuffed in pockets or nursing a red solo cup filled with punch, on-looking the students on the dancefloor.

Robin sauntered over to Steve, slinging her suited arm over his shoulder, coming in close before she spoke.

“You all set for tonight? Big plan still in action?” Robin joked, her hand patting Steve’s shoulder as she spoke.

He rolled his eyes as he pushed the frames of his glasses back up his nose, “Please don’t call it a ‘big plan’, it makes it sound like some kind of scheme, Robin.”

“Whatever,” she scoffed, taking a sip from her cup, “I’d wish you good luck, Steve but I don’t think you’ll need it. Not from the way she’s been trying to sneak a glance at you everytime she thinks you’re not looking all night.” Robin said all cocky as she nodded over to where you were standing.

Steve tried not to let that linger in his mind too much, tried not to think about how he was doing the exact same thing to you all night. Teachers and students kept you away from him with their short conversations and jokes but Steve was damned if he was going to let that from carrying out his plan tonight.

As it got a little later, a little quieter, Steve finally found a minute to sneak up behind you, his large hand hovering over your back as he leaned in to ask, ‘You wanna get out of here?’

You snorted at the question and the implication of it, “You don’t wanna see who gets crowned Prom King and Queen, Mr. H?” you said with a smirk, raising one of your eyebrows.

“Not really my scene,” Steve said casually, “come on, there’s a great little diner just outside of town that does the best milkshakes. You’re telling me that doesn’t sound amazing right now?”

You couldn’t lie, that did sound amazing and so that’s how you found yourself sat on the hood of the burgundy BMW, strawberry milkshake in hand as the neon diner sign blinked in the dark sky. Steve’s dinner jacket thrown around your shoulders as the cool spring air nipped at your skin.

The space between you was silent, but a comfortable silence. The only sound around was the occasional car driving past and the hum of the radio of Steve’s car. It wasn’t until the next song ticked over that Steve made his first move,

Friday I’m in Love by The Cure began to flow throughout the speakers and out through the windows as Steve held his hand out to you, a coy smile on his face as he asked, “Dance with me?”

You placed your hand in his and you couldn’t help the heat that crept up your cheeks. He pulled you close, his hands held you at your waist whilst you tentatively slung yours over his broad shoulders. He swayed you back and forth in the diner parking lot, not giving a single damn about the funny looks you might be getting.

You giggled at the situation you found yourself in and Steve’s ears immediately pricked up at the sound, “What’s so funny?” he asked, voice quiet like he was afraid to disturb the peaceful moment between you.

“Oh, nothing,” you insisted, your mascara covered lashes fluttering against your cheeks, “I’ve just never slow danced to The Cure before and definitely never in a parking lot, either.”

“First time for everything,” Steve said so casually, so coolly, “and hey, it’s a good song!” He took your one hand in his now, as he span you around and back in again singing along to the words of Robert Smith.

Your hand hit Steve’s firm chest as he span you around again as he sang the words, “It’s Friday, I’m in love.” He couldn’t help but grin at you but you could only hide your bashful smile in Steve’s shoulder.

“Come on,” he cooed, “don’t get all shy on me now.” Steve dropped your hand now but let his long fingers tuck themselves under your chin so he could bring your gaze back to him.

You blinked up at him, all bright eyed and hopeful as if Steve’s eyes held all the answers. You whispered out a ‘sorry’ and you couldn’t help but let your gaze fall to his pretty pink lips.

“Can I try something?” He asked, voice as smooth as velvet. The way his fingers moved from your chin to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, how they lingered by your neck before they finally cupped your cheek, it told you that just maybe, you may be on the same page.

And so you nodded, laying your hands flat on his chest, waiting for what was coming. Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed as Steve leaned in, his warm breath tickling your lips as he brushed them against your own.

The kiss was everything you ever could have dreamed of. Soft and sweet as the butterflies churned in your stomach, the metaphorical sparks igniting as Steve pulled you in closer with every second that went by. You felt as giddy as a teenager that was experiencing her first kiss, like it was your first date with your high school sweetheart, like it was your own senior prom.

Steve made you breathless and your knees weak. It was like all the feelings you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t have came bubbling back up to the surface, pouring out through your kiss. Nothing else mattered right now, except for you and Steve, standing in the middle of the diner parking lot.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” Steve breathed against your lips when you finally managed to pull yourself away from him long enough, “it’s been driving me crazy.”

You grinned before your bottom lip found its way between your teeth, your brain doing its best to muster up a quip in reply. Especially when all you could think about was how badly you wanted to kiss Steve again.

“Is that so?” you teased, fingers drawing circles over the material of Steve’s shirt, you could see the blush creeping on his cheeks underneath the neon lights, “well there’s more where that came from if you agree to take me out on a date. What do you say, Mr. H?”

[cupids-archives]

ღೀ๋࣭ kiss it and make it better… ! (contains, bleeding, creepy men, cute stuff for once.)

━━━━━━━ 𑄽𑄺 anon: was reading tecchou’s jealous gc and got inspired. Imagine him fighting with a boy that can’t take a “no” of answer from s/o, then he realizes that she has a worried look and thinks it’s because of the poor boy lying on the floor but then s/o approaches him and kisses his hand with some scratches.

˚♱ you roll your eyes, the man’s who has practically been following you around the entire time youve been at the mall was at the same store you were. and what makes it creepier it was in a women’s underwear store.

₊˚♱ you saw him walk over to you, his hand playing in his hair awkwardly as he approached, “pleasure seeing you again” he chuckled softly, you didn’t respond and ignored him going and taking what you needed trying to get out as soon as possible, “uhm. do you wanna go out with me” he said, you sighed dramatically and turned around.

“why are you following me.”

he jumped at that, “I’m not!! we just happen to be at the same place,” everytime he spoke you got a whiff of his breath that smelled like he hadn’t brushed his teeth in years, “ it’s just coincidence I swear!”

“than why are you in a women’s underwear store”

“Oh uhm,” he thought for a moment. “My girlfriend!” His response almost made you laugh.

“if you have a girlfriend why are you after me?”

“did I say girlfriend, I meant sister!”

“that’s even worse.” you turned annoyed and went over to the register. he quickly grabbed something and followed you.

“uhm what’s your name” you continued to ignore him. his hand touched your shoulder and before you could turn around there was a swift punch to his face. your boyfriend who you told could handle this situation and was waiting outside until he came in to check on you and saw the scene, tecchou looked over at you, your face stained with fear and worry, his mind starts racing with all the possibilities. you did tell him to stay outside, and you could handle it, he shouldn’t have budged in, your probably scared of him now, fuck fuck fuck.

“tecchou, baby,” you take his hand in yours. It was covered in blood from his hand hitting the hanger during that punch. “I’ll wrap it for you, let’s go home.”

[marsbar17]

OH yes please absolutely make a part two pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺💗

I gotchu babe 😘

More of the legends finding out that you're a ✨️masochist✨️

This is the next 5 legends in release order (excluding caustic and revenant, request if you wanna see them though)

Also apologies the pet names in other languages are mostly masculine but if your femme just imagiiiineee

CONTAINS: pain kinks, spanking, biting, praise, degrading, bruises, electric shocking, bondage, sexual torture, overstimulation, knifeplay, and scratching :)

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•Mirage

All he wants during sexy time is to worship you. You give in to his need for praise all the time so he might as well return the favor, in any way you want. When you tell him you want him to hurt you he's a bit hesitant, but realizes that pain isn't exclusively hardcore shit like slapping or punching you. He probably prefers marking you up with hickeys and small bites than other things.

"You're so pretty for me, baby. Now everyone will know you're mine."

There's never a moment where you don't have a hickey. Once they fade he just gives you more. Occasionally he will spank you lightly or bruise your hips from holding you but that's only when he's been really frustrated.

•Octane

He'll do anything to make you cum as fast as possible, and as many times as possible. If pain is your thing, he's all for it. Anything to feel you shaking and quivering in his arms. When you keep asking him to go harder, grab you, slap you, anything, he just laughs and smiles before obeying your demands. He loves that he can feel you squeeze around him everytime he spanks you.

"You're clenching around me, muñeco. You're a twisted little thing aren't you? I like it."

He spanks you, not super hard but fast and sharp. He'd probably be into knifeplay too. Any man with a butterfly knife is into knifeplay, I'm right. He leaves small scratches along your thighs, not enough to scar, just enough to bleed and sting.

•Wattson

Finally getting to write about my favorite character <33

She's a woman in stem, she's gonna be up for trying a variety of kinky things. That's my opinion on women in stem, coming from someone in stem. She's probably already brought up something like spanking, electric shocking, basically soft sexual torture. She'll tie you up and attach muscle stimulators to your thighs, watching you twitch uncontrollably. You're little "experimenting" sessions always end in you crying and overstimulated.

"Interesting... You're enjoying this quite a bit, aren't you, mon chéri? Want me to increase the intensity?"

None of it is done specifically with the intent to hurt you, or a need for power over you. She just wants to know all the ways your body responds to her torture. Spanking, overstimulation, bondage, electric shocks, muscle stimulation, None of it is specific painful, but it's so overwhelming that after a while you end up sore and sensitive.

•Crypto

Okay unpopular opinion but this man is pretty vanilla. He's not not super against trying new things but he probably draws the line at bondage and blindfolding. When you tell him about how you get turned on by pain he hesitates and looks uneasy, but he's reassured when you tell him it doesn't need to be super hardcore. He's more comfortable with the thought of light spanking than slapping you in the face or nipple clamps yknow. Feeling how you clench around him though, he might start spanking you harder.

"Y-you're squeezing me so much. 씨발~"

Just generally softer and lighter stuff. If he's close he might hold you hard enough to bruise but other than that he sticks to light spanking. My man has enough people he takes his anger out on (ahem ahem mirage and octane) so when it comes to you he just wants to feel loved and to make you feel loved.

•Loba

The trailer for Kill Code part 4 just came out as I'm writing this and like, my gurl needs some stress relief. The rage in this woman's body never ends man. She probably figured out your kink while fucking you to let off some steam and accidentally digging her nails a bit too hard into your skin. The way you squealed and whimpered made her think she hurt you at first and she stopped to check if you were okay. Once she saw how glazed over your eyes were though her concern turned to a sadistic look.

"Oh you liked that? I'm going to have fun with this, beautiful~"

Now that she knows she can let out a bit more rage on you and you'll gladly take it, she does all kinds of shit. Everything you can imagine pain wise, yeah. Obviously she doesn't want to scar you, at least not a lot, you're too beautiful to ruin just for temporary pleasure. So spanking, light scratching, overstimulation, biting, all that jazz.

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I intended to post this a couple days ago but then I fucked up my sleep schedule and today I got my wisdom teeth out so I completely forgot jfbdbsjsk, lemme know if a part three is in order :)

[killmeprettypleasee]

helloo, I was wondering if you could do a gaz x male reader. it's almost impossible to find and my boy deserves so much love!!!

LITTLE FLOWER

So this isn't smut and i wanted this to be fluff cus i mostly post smut here and i wanna change things up a bit.. im a teansy bit not good at fluff but I'll try, anyways thanks sm for requesting<33

Summary: you and Gaz just being a lovely couple and making you a flower crown.

Warning: fluff, established relationship, Gaz being a good lover to reader, gardener reader, short cus im hella busy(sorry btw).

"you look lovely with that" Gaz complemented you with flowers clung between the strings of your hair, his words made your heart flutter everytime, he cant help but smile and punch him playfully on the shoulder which made him giggle and kiss your cheek lovingly.

You two sat on the bench in your garden as you both arrange the flowers and set them to match the batches as Gaz minding his own world making something and trues to hide it from your sight which made you smile seeing how concentrated he is on it.

The breeze in the garden was a great one making the surrounding very peaceful and calm, you took a breath when you felt the wind pass by you and smiled and got back to work.

You were so into it you tensed up when you felt a kiss on your cheek and turned around seeing Gaz with a big smile and held some thing up "i made this for you hunny!" He smiled brightly showing a flower crown, you gasp and made your heart burst from how cute and lovely it was, you took it in his hands and wore it "it really fits you hun" he kissed your lips again making you chuckle softly "thank you kyle" you cant help but heat up in embarrassment, you smiled seeing him smile aswell.

He caressed your face gently and giving you a small peck on the cheek before resting his head on your shoulder then let out a soft long sigh, he held your waist as you carry on with the flowers, it was nice being with him after a long month without him.. having him with you made your day better than without him, but still saddens you he has to leave again and you would pray to any god so he couldn't leave you.. now that doesn't matter all that matters now is you wanted to spend time with him before he leaves for his work.

Please forgive me its short😭😭😭 im trying to clear up my drafts here akakdjwjwjbdb but do hope ypu all enjoy<3