#but he’s always red in the face and always got fucked up hair

[enzosbabyangel]

৻ꪆ Thinking about being a drunk mess ‘n all whiny ‘n needy at a party with Theo…

cw: if you don’t understand the position i’m explaining look at the image 😅, whiny!reader, blowjob, you have an oral fixation, praise, dynamic could be icky to some people

“Teddy pleasee,” You pout from your spot on the floor. Your legs bent and spread wide. Your hand tugging at the clothing that pressed tightly against your dripping cunt. You looked utterly pathetic, eyes all red from the alcohol in your system, hair spread out on the dirty bathroom floor and your outfit disheveled.

“Can’t even wait until we get home, mi amor?” Theo teased. Ignoring the way his cock strained against the fabric of his jeans at the sight of you on the bathroom floor, looking so utterly desperate for his cock.

“Nuh uh..” You pout, squeezing your legs together and wrapping your arm around his leg. “Need your cock too bad to wait, are you really gonna make me wait?” Your pout grows if possible, furrowing your brows upwards and giving him puppy dog eyes.

Theo sighs, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against the back of the toilet, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he chuckled in amusement. You always got so cute and desperate when you were drunk, he loved it. It made him feel needed in a way.

“Now i suppose that would be too mean wouldn’t it?” He cocked his head to the side, raising a brow slightly. Another chuckle almost of bafflement and amusement escaped his lips as he watched you so quickly get up onto your knees, eyes sparkling with happiness as your pout disappeared and you frantically nodded.

“Then i guess i’ll let you. Can’t be mean to my girl.” He murmured, bringing a hand to gently brush hair out of your face. “Go on.”

You wasted no time, hands immediately moving to the zipper of his jeans and tugging. Within just a couple seconds his cock was free and in your mouth. Happy moans spilling from your lips while you desperately nodded your head up and down his length, cocking your head to the side slightly and looking up at Theo in awe and lust.

“Fuck.. look at you. All content now, hm?” Theo let out through a moan, looking at you with hazy, lazy eyes while his hand moved to entangle itself with your hair. Smirking to himself as you nod. “Yeah… keep doing that like the good girl you are and i’ll cum within seconds..”

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[satorusluver]

JJK men's favorite positions in bed (Toji and Nanami)

Tags/warnings: fem reader, established relationship, smut (minors begone), doggy, missionary, creampies, spanking, hickeys, slight breeding kink?

Word count: 460 ish

A/N: Idk this is just rambling about NSFW hcs for Toji/Nanami. Hope to do some of the other JJk men's fave positions too, esp Gojo. 🩵

Toji - doggy, I mean, is anyone surprised? I think he's an ass man (though he certainly appreciates tits) and there isn't a sight Toji enjoys quite as much as watching your ass bounce while he's pounding into you from behind, his thick cock splitting you open, savoring how it makes your poor little cunt look completely overstuffed. The man can't keep his hands off of it, grabbing and squeezing and most definitely spanking it if you're into that.

He's got the meanest smirk afterward too when he sees the red mark of his hand on your skin, chuckling at the way you wince when you try to sit down. He likes to mark you up in general when it comes to sex, leaving hickeys on you so everyone will know what you've been getting up to, that you're not as innocent as you look. He'd also love for you to leave hickeys on him and wouldn't try to hide them. In fact, he would be so fucking cocky about showing them off.

Toji prefers to fuck raw and cum inside you. Even if you were to get pregnant, the way he sees it he's already a father to one kid, so what's another? And maybe he wouldn't mind having a pretty little live-in girlfriend walking around his apartment in nothing but his T-shirt with his baby on your hip.

Nanami - missionary. Kento is romantic, okay? The man makes love, and missionary is his favorite for the intimacy and the ability to see your beautiful face. He's not really domineering in bed, but he will often tell you to look at him when your eyes roll back because as much as he loves the evidence that he's pleasing you, he loves getting to look into your eyes when he's making love to you more.

I don't think he's big on leaving hickeys in visible places because he doesn't want other men to think of his darling gf/wife in a position that's for his eyes only. I also don't think he's big on you leaving hickeys on him in visible places because he overall prefers to keep your private life, well, private. He'll definitely leave them/let you leave them in non-visible areas if you want to though!

Kento is a very attentive partner in your relationship and especially in bed. He always ensures he makes you cum at least once, preferably twice, before he goes over the edge himself - probably while mumbling a barely coherent "I love you", his light blonde hair falling into his eyes and his breath hitching in his throat and as he feels the first spurt of his thick, warm cum spill out from the tip of his dick, still buried deep inside you.

[kiyoomiee]

Your bestfriend, Yuuji’s older half-brother Sukuna, who always had this grudge towards you and you can’t pinpoint why.

You first met him during summer break. Your couldn’t keep up with your dorm fees anymore and happened to mention it to Yuuji one time.

“You could stay with me! I have a spare room nobody’s using.”

“Are you sure Yuuji? I don’t want to impose on you.”

“Of course I’m sure. You don’t even have to pay rent or anything.”

A home that’s close to uni and has no fees? It was heaven sent for a broke college student!

“That’s the last of them. Thank you Yuuji, I really appreciate the help. If there’s anything I could do around here just let me know.” You told him after dropping your stacking your last moving box into your new room.

“No problem. Just a heads up though, my brother also lives with me. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure, it’s fine with me.” Your famous last words.

You should’ve headed the red flags when Yuuji tried to warn you about his brother.

“Sukuna can be..difficult sometimes. But it’d be nice if you two would be friends. If not, ehh, just avoid him if you can.”

You should’ve headed the red flags when Yuuji tried to warn you about his brother.

To say that Sukuna had a bad day at the tattoo shop was an understatement. His new assistant never arrived, he was dealing with a shit client plus, his ink almost ran out.

His frustration echoed throughout the two-storey house when he slammed the front door shut.

He was confused by the smell coming from the kitchen as he walked in. Is Yuuji cooking? Nah, his idiot brother would burn the house down if he even tried to get near the kitchen.

Instead, he finds a woman’s figure busy behind the kitchen counter. It made him stop his tracks.

Beautiful, he thought. But too young for Sukuna’s taste. Plus, he doesn’t like it when a stranger touches his favorite spot in the house.

So great, his bad day is about to become worse.

“Who. The. Fuck. Are you?” You almost screamed when your eyes went to the man that appeared behind you.

He looked similar to Yuuji, but the aura was very different. His build was larger, jaw sharper, and he had looked furious.

Oh, he must be Yuuji’s brother, Sukuna. You tensed up unintentionally while his eyes wandered on what you’re wearing.

“You one of Yuuji’s girls? I told him not to bring his hookups here.” He uttered, eyes not leaving yours.

You wore a tank top with cotton pajama shorts. You looked too comfortable just to be visiting.

“No! I-I’m Yuuji’s friend. It’s nice to meet you.” You said nervously.

“Can’t say the same sweetheart. I’m not so fond of strangers in my house. So open the front door and walk outside.”

What? Is he kicking you out?

“Wait! Yuuji didn’t tell you? He allowed me to stay at the spare room down the hall.”

“He what?” Sukuna was fuming. Every step he took closer to you looked like he was going to eat you alive.

“YUUJI!” His voice thundered all over the house.

“I-I think he’s sleeping in his room.” You winced at the string of curses that came out of his mouth.

“Whatever conversation you had with my dumb brother, it’s not happening. You can’t stay here.”

“But it’s the start of the semester, I can’t find a new dorm in a snap!”

“You shouting at me, girl?”

“N-No, I mean-just please, I can take care of the house. I can even cook for you. I can’t afford to leave, not right now.”

Before Sukuna could open his mouth, Yuuji’s footsteps rang out from the stairs.

“Sukuna, you’re back! Wait, did something happen?” Yuuji looks at your nervous face.

“Yeah we’ve met alright.” Sukuna muttered, arms crossing to his chest.

“Yuuji, your brother’s kicking me out.” You tried to hide behind Yuuji’s form.

“What? You can’t kick her out!”

“I can because it’s my goddamn house. If don’t want some girl in here, she’s got to go.”

“You can’t! To be fair, I did tell you that my friend’s staying with us for a while and you agreed.”

Yeah he did agree but he thought that black haired kid was moving in, not you.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Sukuna exclaimed and you could tell he’s about to lose it.

“I’ll stay out of your way all the time, I promise. You won’t even notice I’m here.” You pleaded him.

“Yeah, I doubt that. Clean up your damn mess.” He said harshly and glared at you before stomping his way upstairs.

“I’m so sorry. My brother’s not so good at making first impressions.” Yuuji pouted.

He’s an asshole, you wanted to say.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad he didn’t kick me out.” You exhaled in relief.

If that was his reaction during your first meeting then what about the upcoming months?

“He won’t. I’m sure you’ll grow on him, you kinda have that effect on people.” Yuuji tried to cheer you up but you just gave him a faint smile.

Yeah, somehow you doubt that would work on Sukuna.

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note: Sukuna is 29 in this fic and your age gap is 6 years. I don’t like doing age gap with minors, so just think that everyone in this fic are 18+.

[starconstruction]

can you do a cheating creampie fanfiction with twice chaeyoung

Cheating in the Club

Twice Chaeyoung x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: pussy eating, creampie, frequent references to cheating.

Word Count:1533, not proofread

The night raged on as the pumping of EDM music pounded against your skull, a cup of liquor sat in your hand. You had very little intention of drinking all that much, coming here to try to get lucky. It's been a while since you last got laid so might as well shoot your shot.

You sat at a booth, dark black leather to help masquerade the inevitable stains of various liquids. The people on the rainbow dance floor mingled into a homogeneous ball, bodies grinding up against each other as they tried to dance together. Essentially just groping each other and rocking heads together.

A strange girl busted into the bar, a space case covered iPhone in her hand as she walked around. She was inaudible from here, an obvious look of frustration on her face as she yelled something at the device.

Her shouting continued as she came closer to you, eyes able to get a good view of her. Slick black hair done up in a ponytail with a thick face of make-up all dolled up, her dress exposed her collarbone, a silver chain laying on her smooth creamy skin painted a blue from the LEDs.

"Gooooood you are such a fucking buzz kill! Every time I invite you out you reject or you fucking flake! I'm going to enjoy myself then don't worry about it!" The woman yelled, putting her phone aggressively into her purse. She looked around, eyeing up for a person to harass.

Seems like that person was you, sliding into the seat across. She looked you up and down. "Wanna buy me a drink handsome?" She smiled, turning the seduction up to 11. Voice sweet as honey and felt equally as trapping.

The mudic shifted onto something much more intense, resonating in your bones. The woman in front of you awaited a response, "Sure." perhaps she was the one you were looking for. She beamed, waiting there while you went to buy her something.

You returned, her eyes locked onto the beverage as it slid over to you. "Whiskey ay? Not a horrible choice." She teased, taking a sip of her liquid fire. "Sounds like you had an amazing time on the phone over there." You remarked.

"Yeah it's my boyfriend I keep inviting him to places but he's always 'too busy' like what the fuck I'm your girlfriend I should have priority!" She ranted, not taking a single breath as she continued. "I offered him to come out and he said he was playing Hades?! What the fuck is Hades?!" She was irate, slamming half her drink in frustration. This girl was certainly interesting, it was only now she was inches away that you could see the finer details of her beauty.

Her face was divine, carved out in Aphrodite's image. Her nails were painted a sinfully tempting red and black, all dolled up for her boyfriend. "He sounds like a dick, but tell me more about you. You are the beauty in front of me right now." You asked, her cheeks blushed at your complement. "I'm Chaeyoung, what about you hot shot?"

"Y/N." You replied.

-

The time slipped through your fingers as you two talked, most of it was dragging her boyfriend for everything he has done. He honestly seemed okay, just a bit lazy.

Chaeyoung had a devilish look in her eyes, "I got all shaved and ready for him! Someone is going to enjoy it! What say you? Want to come back to mine?" A twinge of shame came over you, only for a second though as you immediately nodded. "Good. Let's get moving!"

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The apartment heated up as you two entered through Chaeyoung's door. Hands around each other's head as your lips crashed. Tongues fighting in an intense dual for dominance with no clear winner, your leg found its way in between Chaeyoung's legs as it pressed against her crotch.

You two pulled an inch away, catching your breath as your lips laid on each other. Breathing her alcoholic breath as you went lightheaded. "Such a better kisser than him." She rasped, hand squeezing your hair as you two went back in. Your tongue fucked her mouth, entering and leaving her cavern as it dragged against her lips.

Your leg moved as your bodies rolled into each other, clothed cock pressing into her body as you dragged your tongue across her lips, the gentle taste of strawberry doing it's best to fight the whiskey. "T-take me to my bedroom, 2nd door on the left." She whimpered, you stopped your assault on her mouth in order to see. Hands locked together as you dragged her along.

Her bedroom was neat and ordered, well maintained as the white desk laid empty. The wall was covered in various kpop acts, but that was not what you were interested in. Throwing Chaeyoung against the plush bed as she gasped. "Ugh, do what my boyfriend won't! Eat me out please!" She begged, legs lifted up.

You were more than happy to oblige, hands finding the strings of her boots. Pulling them off one at a time as her thick legs came free, your lips kissed just above her feet. You were going to make her beg for you, the dress was an impossible task to remove. The fabric fighting against you as she laughed, "Give me a second." Chaeyoung showed her expertise, it fell to her whims and laid on the floor. Body hitting her bed once more as she laid in her skimpy undergarments.

You got comfortable between her legs, pulling her panties to her ankles as you laid inches from her pussy. "What do you want Chaeyoung? Use your words now." You teased, hands rubbing up her soft thighs. "I.. Want you to eat me till I cum!" She purred, legs locking firmly onto your shoulders. "Say please, don't forget your manners." You growled, your mouth brushing against her flesh. "Please! Please please please." She begged.

Your tongue lapped at her fleshy pink cunt, basking in her taste as your tongue flicked her crotch, "God that feels so good! Your tongue is so good." She shuddered with unadulterated ecstasy. You were getting drunk on her scent, mind hazy as you played with her inner parts. "You taste so good Chaeyoung, your boyfriend doesn't deserve this pussy." You murmured against her body.

"Yeah! It's yours, all yours." She cried out, enjoying your tongue in her slippery folds. Hands grasping your hair as they pushed you further in, grinding your lips against hers. You found her clit, softly rubbing it while you sucked on her pussy. "Fuck! Jesus christ!" She responded to your actions. "Fuck fuck!" Her moans grew sharper, "I'm cumming god fuck!" She released on your tongue, screaming as Chaeyoung's body flushed a scorching red.

Her hand let you go, your wet face backing out of her legs. Chaeyoung's face was completely red, forehead saturated in sweat. "Fuck.. I've never came like that." She choked out, "Want me to return the favor?" She asked, her lips seemed inviting but you needed to fuck her now.

"No, I need to be in this cunt now." You growled, aiming you against her. Tip pressing into her hole as you sunk in slowly, pushing into her body. "Oh! You feel so big, way bigger than him!" She complemented you, inch by inch fell into her coaxing hole. Bottoming out as your crotches touched each other, firmly buried in Chaeyoung's cunt.

"I'm going to fuck this cunt! Make you forget that stupid boyfriend!" You yelled possessively, starting a consistent rhythm as hips slammed into her, "Fuck.. Fuck me hard!" She begged, each thrust becoming a harsh slap. Your hands kneaded Chaeyoung's pillowly asscheeks, squeezing the flesh as you thrusted. "Such a perfect body.." You let out involuntarily, Chaeyoung's eyes were screwed shut in pleasure.

"Yes! Fuck me!" Chaeyoung let out, unable to stay quiet as you kept pounding her sinful body, both of you were transfixed in each other's presence. Full of lust as you two leaked expletives with every in and out. "I'm gonna cum! Cum harder than he could make me!" Her words spurred you on, the rhythm once maintained completely fell apart. Irregular slams as you got closer to the pinnacle of her pleasure. "Fuck!" She screamed, tightening around you as she came undone.

You kept going while she rode out her high, "Chaeyoung.. I'm going to cum!" You yelped, thrusts even more desperate as you rode your own high. "Cum! Deep inside my body, claim it!" She demanded, you filled her walls with your desperate cum. Buried in tight as it shoots deep inside, shared guttural moans ripped through your mouths as Chaeyoung accepted your load.

You two laid entangled, cock rubbing against her inner thigh as your cum leaked into the blanket. "Go get my phone." She asked, you quickly left and returned, her legs laid spread out as her fingers showed her leaking cunt. "Take a picture, do the honours, he can see what he missed." A bright flash shot through the room as you took a picture.

Chaeyoung smirked as the phone hit the bed. "Come, let's go another round."

[youbitchuh]

Ridin Hamzah’s In Hawaii

fluff fluff and fluff :)

There is swear words tho!

(obviously theres gonna be smut in future stories i mean the title)

Hamzah x Reader (no mentions of y/n)

9:34am

The sound of Mandy constantly turning and sighing next to me was getting exaggerating, I know that this is just her way of asking me to get up without actually asking. I turn and face her and stay silent, she gives me a grin

“Hamzah was talking about you to Martin last night…i heard him” she says as her voice gets higher pitched with her last couple of words.

“Was he now…cool” I pretend to be cool by shrugging it off, “no big deal” I say as I sit up next to her. Pretending to not be absolutely in love with your best-friends boyfriend’s best-friend is so so hard and so draining..especially when you spend basically every minute together.

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I pop my lips and fix up my hair before exiting the bathroom. “how is my outfit?” I ask Mandy as she spins around on her heels to face me. I watch as her face lights up.

“Girl you look so cute” She exclaims as she walks closer to me, “and what about mwah” she says placing her hands on her chest to show off her outfit.

“You’re so gorgeous Mandy” I say with a pout.

*knock knock*

“Ill get it” Mandy says as she walks past me darting for our hotel door, “Oh hi Hamzah” She says almost upset that it wasn’t her boyfriend. My eyes dart up at the name “Are you two almost ready?” He says in a low tone, Mandy looks back at me sitting on the bed and nods. I grab the rest of my shit and start making my way to the door. I take in Hamzahs features, his curls, his smile, his nose. I smile at him awkwardly and stand with him. I clear my throat as I try to ignore the fact that I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my face.

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I take a sip of my cocktail as I look over the bars balcony view of the beach, Mandy and Martin fucked off to God knows where and who the hell knows where Hamzah is. My trance is suddenly disrupted as a figure sits next to me. Its Hamzah.

“Hey” he says in a cheery tone watching me immediately straighten my posture.

“Oh hi..” I say trying to act unbothered, in reality im really nervous i mean ive known this guy for over a year and we have barley exchanged words with eachother but i still feel like i know everything about him. I face him and give him a soft smile.

“Where were you?” I ask curious of his were-abouts.

“Why did you miss me?” Hamzah jokes with a slight teasing tone, “Nah im kidding i was just walking along the beach it is very beautiful” he says as he grabs his hat and places it on his head. Who does that? He looks so beautiful like that.

“Ohh nice nice, I mean I haven’t really left the bar because I’ve just been alone” I look at him as he lets out a stiff laugh at my comment.

“I might go down to the beach again though.. you should come with me” Hamzah suggests as he puts his pointer finger on my shoulder acting like he just changed the way the world moved.

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2:30pm

“Oh my God” I say loudly with a loud laugh as I trip on the sand for the fifth time. I fix myself up and continue to laugh as Hamzah cant seem to stop. I hit his shoulder “Its not that funny…stop” I say in between laughs. We take a deep breath and continue walking in silence just taking in the view, over time we got closer together his arm brushing against mine and our shoulders kept bumping into eachother. I feel him look down at me as he grabs my hand and puts it in his. A flush of red rises on my cheeks as I look up at him and give me a smile. “You know I was talking about you to Martin last night?” He says almost like a suggestion, he purses his lips as he waits for my response.

There was now a sudden thick tension in the air. I don’t know what it was but there was something there. I mean there always is for me anyway but now I feel like that barrier of not being able to be on him is gone.

“Yeah I do know actually” I laugh, hes pulling me away to go sit at some chairs that overlook the beach. “Mandy told me this morning” I say as we sit down. My heart is racing I mean this is the first time I have ever been alone with him.

“I told him how I think you are beautiful” I look at him and smile at his words. He gives me a smile as I watch him take in my features. “I also told him how I think you’re really cool… and funny… I was gonna say smart but that would’ve been a lie no offence” I look at him and place my hand on my chest and scoff.

“Wow im offended” I say as I roll my eyes but laugh at his comment. I look back up at him “I think you are beautiful too”.

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10:06pm

We are all sitting on the beach having a bonfire, Mandy and Martin keep telling some story on what happened while they went off for the day, I didn’t care I was so focused on how beautiful Hamzah looked with the fire glowing onto his face.. he looks so different in this light and im not complaining.

“Hes so beautiful” Mandy snaps her head towards me “Who is?? huh??” I look back at her “What do you mean?” She leans closer to me “you didnt say that in your head..” I widen my eyes and look at Hamzah whos running his hands through his curls, his face is flushed almost like he was happy I said it.

Me and Hamzah didn’t speak to eachother since we went for a walk together, it would’ve been awkward if we did. My feelings towards him are becoming so much more noticeable and I hate it.

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12:26am

Ive been sitting in the hotel room for over an hour now, I excused myself because me calling Hamzah beautiful out loud made me feel sick,but why? I said it to his face, was it the fact that I’ve now let myself feel vulnerable because I said it infront of my friends?

*knock knock knock*

Im suddenly disrupted out of my thoughts

“Hold on im coming” I say as I straighten my outfit and walk towards to door. Its Hamzah, I clear my throat as I look up at him.

“Uh hey..can we talk?” He motions towards me and lets himself inside. I shut the door behind him and follow him over to the bed.

“Look I don’t know why I said that out loud, I feel so stupid and I looked vulnerable I never meant to say it, I felt like I embarrassed you more than I did myself and I just wanted to say Im sor-”.

My word were cut off by Hamzahs soft lips attaching themselves onto mine.

“Dont”

“Worry”

“About”

“It”

He says inbetween kisses, his hand makes his way to my face, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear not breaking the kiss. This was so passionate every single second of it felt like heaven, my hands started wondering over his body landing on his chest, hot and flushed. The feeling of his chest rising and falling between every kiss was magical. My face becoming more flushed as our tongues danced together. I start pushing on his chest as a sign to stop. I look at him taking in deep breaths. No words exchanged. Just living in the moment.

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2:45am

Deep breaths and slight snores fill the room. My hand lays on Hamzahs chest as he sleeps away, my eyes suddenly dart over towards the door as Mandy makes her way through it…loudly and clearly drunk. She spots me and Hamzah cuddling on the only bed in the room.

“Awww so cute” she slurs as she points to the two of us. I put my finger up to my lips at an attempt to silence her as she walks closer to the side im lying on. “Im just gonna go sleep in Martins room..” She whispers in my ear. I nod her off and watch as she walks away, “Use protection Mandy!” I whisper shout as she gets closer to the door, she turns around “you too!” I chuckle to myself.

Well this is gonna be awkward when he wakes up..

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[theyluvivi]

OVER THAT, OR TRYING TO BE. client!chris.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: angst. a shit ton.

You're smart.

You have the brain and the grades to prove it... just whatever has been in the air these past two weeks is making you feel like you're the stupidest person on earth. You don't do guys, hookups, or relationships, period for that matter. Yet here you are, sobbing hysterically into your pillow over a guy you barely know.

That's the most embarrassing part about this whole thing. You've talked at most five times, and now tears are pouring down your cheeks, and you can barely breathe.

You've tried to act like you don't care, tried open your laptop and the many assignments that are that stacking up but you can't—Every moment you don't spend thinking about him just brings you back to him. The way he looked at you, his hands on you, the way he talked to you. Nothing works or helps.

Happy music doesn't help. Weed is a temporary fix. Eating takes too much energy—And god forbid you talk to your friends about this. They warned you about him, how he makes girls fall for him and leaves them like they're nothing, but you still kissed him like it was your honeymoon.

Chris didn't leave you like you were nothing. He was nice about it, which is what makes it hurt more. You clutch at your chest, god it feels like you're fucking dying.

The only person you've told is Matt, because you physically can't tell anyone else. And for someone who plays with people's feelings, he accepted yours with open arms.

"....s' not your fault, y'know? The heart wants what it wants....and all that stuff." You let out a sad giggle. "Yeah, but it's definitely not happening, and I've heard how he is to girls, so I shouldn't even try to make it happen." You sniffle and rub at your eyes. "Kid..." He searches for anything in his thoughts to make you feel better but can't find anything. He knows how Chris is.

"Cmere." He opens his arms, far and wide for you. You don't get Matt hugs often, so immediately run into his arms. "You'll get through this... you're strong." You can tell he doesn't what he's saying, but you appreciate the effort. You nuzzle into his chest. "Thank you, Matt."

You haven't taken your shirt off since then, hoping the reminder of Matt's hug will help you calm down. It hasn't, but you can still hope.

Even over your loud cries, you can hear someone knocking at the door. You're not selling... unless it's to friends. You sit up slowly, trying to avoid upsetting the pounding headache you have already from crying even more. You run your hands through your hair. If it's a friend, they would've at least texted you so then....

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

Matt knows you're not anyway near in a suitable condition to see Chris, and he still sent him over. You bury your face in your hands as the knocking persists. You haven't looked in the mirror in days, and your eyes are probably all red and puffy... why couldn't he have come earlier when you were acting like you didn't care?

You let a soft breath, trying to breathe normally after all the hyperventilating you've been doing. You finally get up from your bed and head to the door. Pretend you don't care, pretend you don't care, pretend you don't care—Is what you repeat to yourself as you twist the knob.

You crack the door open. "M' not selling." Chris tilts his head. "Thought we got over this whole you hating me thing?" He smirks, "I also just saw Quen walking out of here."

You huff, opening the door. "Come in." You're doing better than you thought. You thought you'd see him and immediately crumble to the floor. Chris takes in your colorful apartment as you close the door behind him. "What?"

"Looks like a unicorn threw up in here." You narrow your eyes at him. " 'S a compliment...it's so... you." Your heart jumps. "I live here." You sigh, rolling your eyes. "What do you need?"

"What I always need." You don't miss the way he steps closer to you. You feel bile rising in your throat. "Can't sleep again. I need one of your fairy joints to help me." You groan. He knows it pisses you off when you he calls them that. "Quen bought the last one, sit." You gesture to the couch, "No tour?"

You scoff. "You're lucky I even let you in."

Chris is like a toddler. He refused to leave you alone, in the comfort of your own room for five minutes, so you're sitting across from him on the couch as you roll him what he apparently came for.

You're finding it harder and harder to believe that he's staring you down like you're a piece of steak, and he's starving. His hand creeps up your thigh. You want to let him get away with it, "Chris?"

"Yeah?" You finally finish rolling, your acrylics giving you a break. "You didn't just come here for this, did you?" You wave the joint in his face, a smile finding its way onto your face for the first time in days. It's a sad one.

"You sayin' something?" He smirks, you begin to crawl towards him after the placing the joint behind your ear. "And if I am?" He pulls you into his lap, and you missed that, dearly. The feeling of his hands roaming over your body. You can feel tears beginning to weal up in your eyes. This is the most pathetic you've ever felt.

It's terrible. He's terrible.. But you want it, so bad. "Mhn...then you're right." And his lips are on yours, and you expect to be rough—you want it to be rough, but it's slow and sensual just the way you need. Tears trickle down your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away before Chris opens his eyes.

His hands find their way under your shirt, slipping up to the clip of your bra. "You want this?" He asks, and you nod immediately.

It's okay if he sees you as nothing more than a quick fuck, if he doesn't care about you and only wants you for weed, if he doesn't want a relationship and just needs another girl to run to. You need this.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @cvnts4demi

a/n: .... :(

[undiagnosedcruelty]

Almost?

Pairing: bestfriend!Bang Chan x afab!reader

Summary: Chan and you have been best friends forever, always toeing the line between friendship and something more.

Genre: slow burn trope.

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Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Tension, Implied Sexual Tension, Suggestive, Mutual Pining, Kissing.

Word Count: 570

A/N: I didn't know if I felt like writing fluff or angst, so, bear with me.

THIS WORK IS PURELY WRITTEN FICTION───NOTHING DIRECTLY RELATES TO REAL EVENTS

You've been best friends with Chan for... God, forever.

It started back in high school when he was still all curly hair and dimples, running on caffeine and ambition, making beats in his bedroom until 3AM. You were always there──sitting cross-legged on his bed, half-asleep with your laptop balanced on your knees, pretending not to notice the way he’d glance at you every time you laughed.

It was never supposed to be like this.

You were just friends. Always too close, always on the edge without ever crossing it. He was the golden boy──everyone's favorite person, the one who always took care of everyone else. And you were the only person who ever took care of him.

You were the one he'd call when the pressure got too heavy. The one who'd show up at his studio with takeout and stay until sunrise, listening to his half-finished songs like they were the only thing that mattered in the world.

He was your best friend.

He was never supposed to touch you.

But somewhere along the way, between the late-night car rides and the sleepy studio naps, between the way he'd wrap his hoodie around your shoulders without thinking. Something shifted.

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The Problem

Neither of you will admit you're in love with each other.

Instead, you both pretend it’s nothing — these little moments that stretch too long, the way his hand always finds the small of your back, the way your fingers always brush when he passes you a water bottle.

You're both too stubborn. Too scared to wreck the only good thing you've ever had.

But everyone else sees it.

Felix teases him about you constantly — little comments that make Chan's ears go red. Hyunjin swears you two are already together. Han flat-out told you one night, half-drunk on the couch, "If you don't fuck him soon, he's gonna die."

But neither of you ever crosses the line.

Until... almost.

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What They're All Thinking

Felix: "They're literally in love, but they're both too dumb to realize it."

Han: "They probably accidentally had sex and just never talked about it."

Hyunjin: "I've seen him touch her lower back like he's guiding a bride down the aisle — they’re already married in his head."

Changbin: "I don't get it. If I liked someone that much, I'd just tell them."

Seungmin: "I swear he's too old to not see through their own bullshit."

Lee know: "They're gonna snap. Give it three months."

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The Moment It All Starts Falling Apart

It happens in his studio — because of course it does.

You're half-asleep on his couch, wrapped up in one of his hoodies, the dim glow of his computer screen flickering across the room. He thinks you're asleep when he murmurs it — so soft you almost don't catch it.

"You don't even know how bad I want you."

You pretend not to hear him.

And that's when everything changes.

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The Rules of the Slow Burn

1. Neither of you ever talks about how often you sleep in the same bed.

2. He never touches you... except when he's guiding you through crowds or brushing hair out of your face or holding your waist when you're half-asleep.

3. You're just friends. Always just friends.

4. But every time you're alone, the air gets thicker — the silence stretching too long, his eyes flicking to your mouth like he's this close to losing his mind.

5. He never kisses you.

Until he does.

[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ☃️ speeding hearts / zayne x reader

synopsis; you have a crush on your charming physician, and it looks like you can't hide it as well as you thought.

🍎 pomme's notes - this is my first time writing for zayne (or writing in a while), so hopefully this is not too OOC or strange!! i've got more experience writing academic papers, but i'll improve as i keep writing!!

⋆ 800 words / pure fluff / reader is gender neutral / 2nd person

"any noticeable changes since your last visit?"

you're back at the hospital after a week — some heart issues following an encounter with wanderers, nothing too serious. it would've gone unknown had it not been for that stupid hunter's watch of yours, your heart rate rose up so much, the association couldn't risk ignoring it and letting one of their elite hunters face health issues. one mandatory meeting with jenna, 3 weeks of PTO, and here you were, faced with zayne, his eyes showing concern and something else. but that might just be you. right..?

"all good, doctor zayne! i've been feeling healthier than ever", you smiled nervously.

this was stupid. you were fine, of course you were, but the sight of zayne worrying about you sent your heart into overdrive, and that seemed riskier than the wanderer encounter. stupid stupid crush. he was just so sweet, and although your text messages contained a whole lot of his nagging, you couldn't help but feel awe at his care.

was he like this with all of his patients? surely he was. despite his cold and aloof vibe, you know him. he's always put others before himself, and he probably cared about all of his patients all the same. but god, that couldn't stop your poor little heart from thrumming every time he opened his mouth to ask questions about your health. and you answered, half distracted, because how could you focus entirely on his questions about your health, when you had such a nice sight in front of you?

his pretty hazel eyes, which scanned you in search of any anomalies regarding your health.

his neatly styled hair, which you'd kill to run your fingers through.

his lips looked so soft. did he use lip balm? how would they feel on yours?

you were staring, and you knew that. get it together!! he's busy, and he probably wants to get this over with and check on his other patients. you should be a good patient and stop ogling at your physician.

"Y/N?"

"oh- yes? so sorry, i zoned out."

he hummed, eyebrows raising slightly.

"i was just letting you know i'll be checking your heartrate. the stethoscope might feel a bit cold, alright?"

as he leaned in slightly, his hand ever so steady, your brain was going hundreds of miles per hour. he's so close. his cologne smells so good.

"does your chest feel uncomfortable? your heart's been thrumming at an alarming rate."

fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck stupid stupid crush and stupid stupid stupid heart that told on you. you could feel the heat rising to your face and your cheeks getting increasingly more and more red and all you could do was laugh nervously.

"i-", you choke a bit, "i'm okay! no discomfort!! all good here!!!"

zayne frowns, clearly dissatisfied with your answer. he inhales and shakes his head a bit before speaking again.

"i'm your doctor. you don't need to hide if you feel discomfort, your face is growing more and more flush too. i'll order some more tests so we can figure this ou-"

"zayne." you interrupt him, and before you can stop yourself, your thoughts come out like a waterfall, cascading from your mouth.

"i'm fine, i promise it's just — you're just — i'm nervous. i don't have a fever, and i don't have tachycardia or whatever it is you're thinking about it's just-"

"just?"

"you're just — you're attractive!! i can't help my heart beating fast when you're looking at me like that, and i know it's stupid but i can't help it and i know that you care about all your patients the same and i'm-"

words suddenly stop coming out when you feel his cold hand over yours. you're breathing hard, only now realizing what you said, and you can feel your face turning from rosy to vermillion. now you've done it.

you lift your head slowly, to look at his face. please, please, make it so he's not weirded out, you pray silently. and when you finally make contact with his hazel eyes, you see him looking at you, oh so earnestly, his ears growing redder by the minute.

"i don't.. care about my patients all the same. i don't text my patients to nag them about their health and habits, you know."

you open your mouth, trying to say something but he speaks first.

"i'm going to finish your health report, and we can talk over dinner later. and you can tell me all about how i'm looking at you and how attractive i am and we can.. call it a first date. deal?"

his eyes soften, and he runs his thumb over your knuckles. your eyes widen slightly, and you can't help the smile that takes over your face.

"deal."

maybe your heart wasn't so stupid after all.

🍎 pomme's final notes - EEE!! baby's first post!! i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! zayne's my favorite LI (and also my ideal type) so imagining cute scenarios with him is super easy!! my ask box is also open! do let me know if you have any cute ideas for him (or any of the LIs!) and i'd be more than happy to write a cute little thing if inspiration strikes :9

[fallendev0tionvn]

hihihihi

can you do a fic of clive and mc when he was alive plz? <3

first time at Clive's house- also the time this dummy almost confessed by accident🏃‍♀️

Clive had been waiting by the door. He tried to convince himself he wasn't, that he was just standing nearby, but the second your finger pressed the doorbell, the door swung open so fast you didn't even have time to lower your hand.

His eyes flickered over you, the way his eyes lit up almost made you laugh. He looked..proud? maybe a little too eager. Like a puppy waiting all day for its owner to come home.

"You actually came-" he blurted, then immediately winced, as if he cringed at his own words.

You raised an eyebrow. "Duh? you invited me."

"Right! uh- yeah, sorry." He cleared his throat as he stepped aside. "Come in."

His hands fidgeted as he watched you take in the space. It was spotless. Not just clean, scrubbed. The scent of cleaning products still lingered in the air, nothing was out of place. Even his hair was neater than usual, and he smelled different too- like he had poured the entire cologne bottle over himself.

"Make yourself comfortable," he pointed at the living room, "I got your favorite snacks and drinks- just wait here." He disappeared into the kitchen before you could even respond. You sat down on the couch, amused by how much effort he had put into this. Clive was always thoughtful, but today he seemed a little more on edge. He returned as fast as he left, balancing a tray in his hands. He set it down carefully before sitting next to you- close, but not too close.

"So-" he started, clearing his throat once again. "We can watch a movie, I can play any song you like on my guitar, we can draw each other.."

His voice trailed off as he leaned back against the couch, his fingers tapping nervously against his knee.

You tilted your head, leaning slightly toward him. "Why are you so nervous?"

He stiffened. "I'm not-" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Having you here is...different. I just want you to have fun." His gaze flickered to the side, avoiding yours for a moment.

"I dunno- I guess the assumptions about us dating, I don't want you to think I asked you to hang out for other reasons."

You blinked. "Still bothering you?"

Clive's breath hitched. His fingers curled slightly against his knee before he forced himself to relax. "I'm not bothered, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable." He paused.

Then quieter- almost like he didn't mean to say it-

"Not like I would mind if we were."

The words hung there. His lips parted slightly, as if realizing a second too late what he just said.

His hand shot up to cover his mouth. "I mean- I'm not- like, asking you to date me or anything but-"

He clenched his jaw, running a hand down his face. "Forget it. Let's just watch the fucking movie."

You tried to bite back a smile, he was trying to hide his emotions as usual but you could see the way his knee bounced. He wouldn't even look at you, ears a little too red to ignore.

(his mind the whole time)

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for February 2025! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Dreaming of You by @louislittletomlintum [E, 30k, Louis/Harry]

“Do you like cigarettes after sex?”

Harry blanched, wondering why on earth Louis would ask him a question like that.

“Oh, well, I - well I have asthma, and ehm, I’m actually a virgin, so,” Harry managed to stutter out, answering purely on instinct as he fiddled with the edge of the vinyl case he was holding and looked at Louis nervously.

He met Louis’ eye after a few seconds and saw an amused glint, one of his curved eyebrows raised in question as he nodded down at the vinyl in Harry’s hands. Harry looked down and was met with three words in white, serif typeface against a misty black background:

Cigarettes After Sex

or the one where harry's in his mid-20's so it's probably about time louis took his virginity

＊ I Can Feel It Take A Hold by @louislittletomlintum [E, 16k+, wip, Harry/Louis]

“Do you always swim in the nude?” Louis broke the silence, his smile growing when Harry felt his blush deepen.

“Sometimes,” Harry answered wearily, pushing his hair back in the hopes that it would maybe not look quite as dishevelled as it felt.

“Mm,” Louis hummed, cocking his head to the side like he didn’t quite believe him. Harry felt properly studied under his gaze. “And what was your plan?”

“My plan?” Harry countered. The water licked at Louis’ legs, darkening his hair and wetting the back of his shorts where he was sitting.

“Well. You were obviously wanting to get my attention,” Louis mused, Harry blushing further. “So what are you going to do with it now that you’ve got it?”

or the one where it’s call me by your name but with; developed frontal lobes, oranges instead of peaches, golden by harry styles, and a happy ending

＊ laid bare by @disgruntledkittenface [NR, 3k, Harry/Haymitch Abernathy]

It's not the first time that Haymitch and Harry meet.

But it is the first time that Haymitch really sees Harry.

＊ Caturday Night by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 6k, Harry/Sutton Stracke]

“You know it’s Caturday,” Sutton continues, lifting her eyebrows. “Now that’s non negotiable. Please tell me you like cats.”

“I do actually,” Harry says, pleased to find that she doesn’t mind keeping up with the twists and turns of the conversation. “I like how independent they are. Everything on their terms.”

“Amen,” Sutton replies. “I have three. Just call me crazy cat lady. Or kitty cat. Those can be good nicknames.”

Harry chokes on a sip of her lager. Given the right circumstances, she'd be more than happy to call Sutton “kitty cat.”

Sutton is intimidating and charming and maybe a little mercurial. But also she’s kind of weird.

And Harry fucking digs it.

＊ baking me crazy by @disgruntledkittenface [NR, 2k, Harry/Seth Meyers]

Harry bakes when he’s had a bad day. He finds out that his roommate Zayn has been texting their neighbor Seth to let him know on those days that free baked goods are available. But he doesn’t mind.

Seth does a better job of cheering him up than baking ever could.

＊ Isn't She Lovely? by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 312 words, Louis/Harry]

"Lou, our jobs revolve around being up at night." Harry chuckled, his voice getting closer signalling to Louis that he'd entered the room. "Yeah, well apparently I've got dad brain. How could I misplace a football uniform of all things?" Louis groaned before leaning to look through the drawers again.

Or, Louis and Harry as first time parents.

＊ You Can't Go To Bed Without A Cup Of Tea by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 333 words, Harry/Louis]

"Hazza?" Louis whispered, tiptoeing further into the kitchen and around the island. The sight infront of him broke his heart. Harry's face was red and blotchy from crying, his duvet wrapped tightly around him. "Oh Hazza, love. What's wrong?"

Or, Louis can't sleep and stumbles across a sad Harry on his way to make a cup of tea.

＊ We Made It by Blue_Green28 / @bluegreen28fics [M, 10k, Louis/Harry]

5 times Harry hints that he wants a baby and 1 time Louis finally gets it.

or, the one with Harry having a bad case of baby fever

＊ I’ve been thinking about you by nevermind_991 / @nevermind991 [M, 50k, Harry/Louis]

“It’s not that I don’t trust her, but you know how she is, Lou. Taylor’s so…”

“Perfect?”

“Exactly! She intimidates me a bit. I wouldn’t be this worked up if it were someone else. I’d probably be less nervous if it was a total stranger or, I don’t know… someone I knew wouldn’t judge me if I’m terrible at it.”

Louis knew he shouldn’t laugh, but he couldn’t help a small chuckle from slipping out. “Sorry, sorry… but, H, aren’t you overthinking this a bit?”

“I don’t know… I just want everything to be perfect…” Harry seemed to drift off, thinking, then turned back to Louis. “Lou?”

“Yeah?”

“You wouldn’t… No, forget it.”

Louis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “No, Harry, come on. What’s going on in that curly head of yours?”

Harry flicked his cigarette to the ground, taking one last drag. “Would you… help me?”

Oh.

Or- Harry and Louis were best friends, but after a rather unusual request for help, their relationship—and their friendship—fell apart. They cross paths again five years later, with Louis now in the same band as Harry’s ex, Taylor, and a past to confront and a future to decide.

＊ Blue eyes look my way (Make today my lucky day) by magpielivingforglitter / @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome [E, 98k, Louis/Harry]

November 1968. Harry has to quit the Liverpool College of Art and go back home to Sheffield to work in the steel mill, after his step-dad died and left his family with debts and too many mouths to feed. But that also means Harry gets to catch his local ice hockey team’s games again. And the Sheffield Steelers have two new players who could turn the season around - maybe even Harry’s whole life …

＊ The Stranger the Better by @haztobegood [G, 2k, Harry/Hozier]

Sometimes a painful break-up can lead to an unexpected new beginning. The note with a famous singer’s phone number in Harry’s hand is proof of that. Thankfully it wasn’t Harry’s heartbreak that led to this, but his best friend Niall’s.

＊ History's pullin' me back by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [M, 1k, Zayn & Louis]

A plan years in the making comes to fruition.

Or the story of the 2025 reunion in LA

＊ Flowers for You by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Louis might be exhausted from writing his next album and travel but he'll be damned if he doesn't find a way to make his baby's birthday special.

Or what they got up to on Harry's 31st.

＊ If We Were Living In Utopia by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [E, 3k, Zayn/Niall]

The tour reaches San Francisco and they have a conversation they've been putting off for a while.

＊ Hearts All Whole by @justanothershadeofblue [M, 33k, Louis/Harry]

Father Louis Tomlinson hasn't seen or talked to his high school boyfriend in over a decade, not since they went to different universities and slowly grew apart. This means it's a bit of a surprise when he looks out from the pulpit on the first Sunday of Advent and sees Harry Styles' unmistakeable head poking up from a pew halfway back and on the left. How's a priest supposed to make it through the madness of the holiday season with his very friendly, very attractive ex distracting him at every turn?

＊ Pink Guinea Club by @haztobegood [NR, 837 words, Harry/Chappell Roan]

Harry's one night stand was interrupted by four adorable guinea pigs.

＊ (un)stuck by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [T, 3k, Harry/Zayn]

Coworkers Zayn and Harry find themselves stuck in their office elevator together one evening after work. In such a small space, there may not be enough room for Zayn's crush on Harry to stay hidden.

＊ The Nestuary by @homosociallyyours [T, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Louis has never gotten the hang of nesting, so when she gets an Instagram ad for a nest building service, she worries it's too good to be true. It's not, fortunately. She's hooked.

Harry is too, for entirely different yet not unrelated reasons.

＊ Be With Me by @allwaswell16 [T, 100 words, Louis/Zayn]

Zayn wants Louis to know she deserves the best. And well, Zayn is the best.

＊ You Keep Pulling Me In by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry [T, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Being invited to a high school reunion was pretty much the last thing Harry wanted, so of course it had to happen.

What happens when her friend and co-worker, Louis, offers to be her fake girlfriend for the evening?

＊ The Best Gift Is One You Can Share With Someone You Love by @loulousmiles [M, 2k, Harry/Louis]

“Wow, Harry,” Louis said. She sounded hesitant—maybe confused?—as she turned the box over in her hands and looked at the packaging. Louis’s brow furrowed before she seemed to remember her manners. “Thank you,” she said, looking back up at Harry. She cleared her throat. “I really wasn’t expecting this.”

“What do you mean, Lou?” Harry asked. “Isn’t this what you told me you wanted?"

Harry may have misunderstood what Louis said she wanted for her birthday slash Christmas present. It may be just the thing for them to finally share how they feel about one another.

- Fic Fests -

＊ 4th Annual Femslash Festuary / @girldirectionfest / masterpost

A short and sweet fest in honor of Femslash February for Girl Direction lovers of any stripe.

[slcmml]

charlie & reader. angst, comfort.

charlie knows something’s wrong the second you knock on his door.

it’s not your usual knock — not the quick, excited rhythm you always use when you show up with food or some new story you can’t wait to tell him. this one’s softer. slower. hesitant.

when he opens the door, his chest tightens.

you look tired. your eyes are red rimmed, your shoulders slumped, and you’re wringing your hands like you don’t know if you should even be here.

“hey,” he says, gentle and soft. “c’mere.”

and you do. the second his arms open, you step into them, burying your face in his chest like you’re trying to disappear.

he holds you there. one hand smoothing up and down your back, the other cradling the back of your head. he doesn’t ask any questions. doesn’t push. just lets you take what you need.

“wanna sit down?” he murmurs after a while.

you nod against him, so he leads you to the couch and pulls you into his lap, tucking you in close.

it takes a while before you speak.

“i can’t do it anymore,” you whisper, voice cracking.

he doesn’t ask what you mean. just keeps his arms around you, keeps his voice soft. “do what, baby?”

“them,” you say, and the word is so heavy it makes his heart ache. “my family— they don’t— they never listen. they never—” your breath hitches. “i set boundaries and they just— ignore them. like it’s a fucking game. like they know better than i do about my own life, and—” your voice breaks completely.

“hey, hey,” charlie soothes, rocking you a little. “you don’t have to explain. it’s okay.”

“it’s not,” you whisper. “it’s never okay. they always— they always make me feel so—” you cut yourself off with a sob.

and charlie just holds you. lets you cry into his chest while he rubs your back and whispers soft reassurances into your hair.

“i hate feeling like this,” you choke out after a while.

“i know,” he says, and his voice is so warm, so safe. “i’m so sorry, baby.”

you don’t know how long you stay like that — his arms around you, his gentle words keeping you grounded — but eventually, the sobs start to fade.

“you wanna stay here tonight?” he asks when you’re quiet, voice low and careful.

you nod.

“okay,” he says. “we don’t have to talk about it anymore if you don’t want to. we can just— hang out. watch a movie. eat something. whatever you need.”

“you,” you whisper.

and god, that breaks him a little.

“you got me,” he promises. “for as long as you want.”

so he keeps you close. puts on your favorite movie, orders your favorite food, and keeps his arms around you like he’s your anchor.

and when you fall asleep on his chest, still holding on like you’re afraid he’ll disappear — well, charlie just holds on tighter.

© slcmml

[zinflo]

LOADING THOUGHTS… ⟡☁︎⟡ Bodyguard!Choso

Bodyguard!Choso who is hired to watch and protect Influencer!reader. He could already tell that you wasn’t fond of him or the idea of having a bodyguard.

Across from you sat a man you didn’t recognise. Slouched in the chair, legs spread apart, one arm resting over the backrest, and a cigarette lazily dangling between his fingers. Dark, sunken eyes, half-lidded and unimpressed, met yours from under his loose strands of black hair. “So, this is my bodyguard?” You spoke up as you delivered a harsh scoff right after.

Bodyguard!Choso who exhaled smoke through his nose and let out a dry, unimpressed chuckle to your skeptical comment.

“Problem?”

“Yeah.” You leaned back against the sofa, crossing your arms over your chest. “You look like you got picked randomly off the street by my PR team to do this job, hobo...” While Choso shot a glare towards your direction and a scoff back, your PR manager gave you a warning look. “Be nice, Choso is very good at his job.”

Bodyguard!Choso who swore that he wouldn’t fall for a bratty, high-maintenance influencer like you was sorely mistaken.

As time went by, he was warming up to you just as much as you were. Your favourite drink, favourite snack, your little mannerisms that you would do when creating content was things that he was picking up on. And when you would go on to question his actions, he would roll his eyes and ruffle your hair softly. “Tch, I don’t see ya complaining so hush and keep drinkin’ your blueberry matcha latte.”

Bodyguard!Choso who also began to grow jealous whenever a male fan or another fellow influencer that was a man would come in contact with you.

“Wrap it up already. Now.”

Those same dark, sunken, half lidded eyes of his were now burning with irritation and anger, his beefy hand flying to the shoulder of a fellow influencer, Ino, before yanking him away from you. “W-What the hell are you doing?! He was just-“. “Didn’t ask and don’t care. He shouldn’t be that close, simple.”

Bodyguard!Choso who knew that he might have gone too far but didn’t give a damn. And he knew he messed up when the next day, you couldn’t even bother to let him know where you were.

“Where the hell d’ya think you’re goin’, huh? I’ve been trying to reach ya all fuckin’ day and even had to ask your manager where the fuck ya were.”

You were shocked to see Choso just there, glaring at you, leaning against his car, with smoke curling around his face before the cigarette that rested between his fingers was now discarded. The way his words spat out his mouth was such a red flag but weirdly enough… You were drawn to it? His voice being all hoarse and dirty when he spoke made you think of things that made your pussy clench.

Bodyguard!Choso who was growing impatient the more you just stood there, his eyes roaming over your body as the black cut out dress that stopped at your thighs hugged your body tightly. God, were you a sight for sore eyes.

“None of your concern. My management already told you that I don’t have to tell you everything and don’t always need to come where I-.”

The veins that decorated his hand grabbed a hold of your arm before swiftly turning you around and slamming your back against his car, his eyes never leaving your shocked ones as his grip tightened. “Does it look like I give two fucks about what your shitty management told ya? I asked where YOU’RE goin’?” “And I said none of your damn business so get away Choso.”

Bodyguard!Choso who has a love-hate relationship with the way you always spoke back to him and could easily push his buttons.

He gave you a look that indicated to not even dare look away from him and as much as you tried to hold your own, you were crumbling. “You're goin’ to see him, ain't you?” Your reaction only confirmed his suspicions when he figured out you were planning to see Ino. “And so what if I am? God, you’re my bodyguard, not my man. So just stop being in my business, Choso.”

“You are my business, so don’t even fuckin’ think I’m letting you go off to him.

Bodyguard!Choso who’s eyeball was uncontrollably twitching the moment you told him to go fuck himself. This was the last final straw for him.

“C’mon doll, say it again. I fuckin’ dare ya.”

You didn’t care how much pain he was causing with the amount of pressure he was putting on your arm. You leaned forward until your glossy lips brushed his ear and could practically feel his pissed off state radiating heat. “Go. And. Fuck. Yourself.”

Bodyguard!Choso who knew you would have benefited from taking back your word and simply apologising since he now had you bent over his lap in the backseat of his car.

God, were his fingers massive. Two thick digits of his furiously pushed further in your slick walls over and over whilst his fat thumb bruised your puffy clit. “Fuck fuck f-fuck, Choso I-I take it back! I’m sorry!” With Choso’s other hand, sharp stinging slap was delivered to your ass, causing you to yelp out and make your body jolt up.

"But you wasn’t sorry before? That’s what I thought, you dumb whore.”

Bodyguard!Choso who in that moment developed a voice fetish for your voice only. Just hearing your sweet moans and whimpers made his bulge begin to hit your stomach.

“Mmm the more ya keep on squirmin’ like this, the more I won’t stop. Not that I’ll stop anytime soon.”

Without warning, he pulled his fingers out of your pussy, the sudden emptiness causing your lips to tremble. His fingers were glistening with your slick juices, and shoving them in your mouth caused your moans to vibrate on his fingers. His other hand reached over to your pinging phone, successfully unlocking it and opening up the notification from Ino.

“Ahh, that borin’ fuck is asking where ya at… Pick your poison ‘Miss Popular Influencer’, we sendin’ him a voice or video recording for when I fuck your brains out?”

[whimsicalpolitical]

what about girlie who isnt in a good realtionship goes to ross after a fight and ross just takes care of her

you‘re standing in front of ross’s flat, your breath unsteady, your eyes burning from the tears you swore you wouldn’t shed.

your fingers shake as they curl into fists inside the sleeves of your hoodie, the one you grabbed in a hurry when you stormed out of your apartment. the hoodie still smells like him—faint cologne and something inherently his—and it makes your stomach churn. you should’ve left it behind. should’ve stopped letting yourself get wrapped up in him, in the cycle of apologies and venom, in the fights that end with doors slamming and words that cut deeper than they should.

your mind replays it all like a broken record. the yelling, his face twisted in something halfway between anger and indifference. the way he scoffed at your tears like they were an inconvenience.

"you're so fucking dramatic."

"maybe if you weren’t so fucking insecure, we wouldn’t be here again."

"you’re lucky i even put up with this."

and then, like always, he left. walked out first this time, leaving you standing in the middle of your own living room, heart in your throat, hands trembling. you hate yourself for how quickly you followed—grabbing keys, slipping on old sneakers, barely thinking before your feet took you here.

to him.

to ross.

it’s the second time this month. maybe the fifth time in two months. maybe the tenth time this year. you’ve lost count, and you know he’s keeping track for you. he never says it out loud, never throws it back in your face, but you see it in his eyes when he opens the door—again?—and in the way his jaw tightens like he’s swallowing down the words he really wants to say.

your fingers hesitate over the door, hovering just above the chipped paint. you don’t have to knock. you know that. he’s told you before—you don’t have to ask, just come in—but it feels wrong to walk in like you belong here when all you ever do is show up when you’re falling apart.

the lump in your throat swells.

you take a shaky breath.

and then you knock.

the door swings open after just a few seconds, like he already knew you were standing there.

ross is wearing sweatpants that are hanging loose on his hips, the sleeves of his black sweater pushed up to his elbows. he blinks at you, eyes flicking over your face—red, blotchy, puffy—and you can see the exact moment it registers.

his expression softens.

"oh, love...,“ you let out a sharp, broken breath and it all just hits you. the fight, the words, the door slamming shut behind him. you’re still shaking, still crying, and when you open your mouth, all that comes out is a choked, "sorry, uhm… am i bothering you?"

ross shakes his head immediately, "no, not at all." he frowns, his brows drawing together. "what’s wrong, love?"

you bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying to keep the tears from spilling over, but it’s useless. you can’t get a single word out, your throat closing up, burning with everything you’re feeling but can’t say.

he notices. of course he does.

"come here," he murmurs, reaching for you. his hands are warm when they settle on your arms, guiding you inside, and the second the door clicks shut behind you, you fall forward into him.

ross catches you easily, arms wrapping around you without hesitation, pulling you close like it’s the most natural thing in the world. one hand cradles the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair, while the other moves to your back, rubbing slow, gentle circles.

"‘s alright, i got you," he mutters, his chin resting lightly on top of your head. his sweater smells like fabric softener and something uniquely him, something grounding, something safe. "you’re okay."

you shake your head against his chest, gripping the fabric of his sweater with trembling fingers. "i hate him," you whisper, voice barely audible.

"i know."

"he’s such an asshole, ross."

"i know, love."

you fist your hands tighter into the fabric, a sob tearing through you before you can stop it. ross sighs softly and tightens his arms around you, his hand smoothing up and down your back, steady and soothing.

"did he—" he starts, then stops. when he speaks again, his voice is even softer. "did he do something? did he hurt you?"

"no, not like that…" your voice wobbles, breath hitching. "he just—he just says shit, ross, and i know i shouldn’t care, but i do, and it’s so fucking stupid, and i hate feeling like this, and i—"

"hey, hey, stop." ross pulls back just enough to look at you, one hand moving to cup your cheek. his thumb brushes away a tear, his gaze searching yours. "it’s not stupid, alright? don’t do that. don’t blame yourself for caring."

you close your eyes, swallowing hard. "i don’t know why i still let him get to me."

"because you love him," ross says simply.

you let out a shaky breath, fresh tears spilling over.

"but he doesn’t love me," you whisper.

ross’s jaw tenses. "not too sound to rough but would that even matter?" his thumb swipes another tear from your cheek. "someone who loves you should not treat you like that.“

“right,” you whisper.

his arms tighten around you, warm and solid, his chin tucking over your shoulder this time.

"you deserve better, you know that, yeah?" his voice is right against your ear. "you know that, right, love?"

your breath shudders out of you, but you nod, even though you’re not sure you believe it yet.

ross exhales, and you feel it against your skin. "he’s a fucking idiot," he mutters.

you let out something that’s almost a laugh, but it catches in your throat, still too raw.

ross pulls back just enough to look at you again, his hands still holding you close. "you wanna stay the night?"

you don’t even think before you nod.

"alright," he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. like of course you’re staying. like it was never a question.

he lets his hands linger for a second longer, then gently nudges you toward the living room. "come on, let’s get you sat down, yeah?"

you follow him in, your legs feeling a little heavier now that the worst of the crying has passed. the exhaustion is settling in, weighing down your limbs, but you don’t want to think too much. you just want to be here.

ross disappears for a moment and comes back with a glass of water. he holds it out to you, nodding toward it. "drink, love."

you take it from him, your hands still trembling slightly. he watches as you take a slow sip, and when you lower the glass, he nods approvingly.

"good," he murmurs.

you hold the glass of water in both hands, staring down at it, watching the way the surface trembles slightly from the unsteady grip of your fingers. you take a slow sip, just to give yourself something to do, but it doesn’t stop the way your chest still feels too tight.

ross sits down next to you, close enough that his knee knocks against yours, and then he reaches for the blanket draped over the back of the couch. he tugs it down and spreads it over your lap, over his own legs too.

"i’m scared."

ross stills for half a second before turning his head to look at you. his brows pull together, and he shifts slightly, giving you his full attention. "why?" he pauses, "of what?"

you swallow, fingers tightening around the glass. "what’s going to happen if i break up with him?"

ross goes quiet. not in a bad way, not in a way that makes you feel like you shouldn’t have said it. he’s just thinking, processing, like he wants to make sure he says the right thing.

"first of all, i’m glad you’re even thinking about breaking up with him," he says, "because you should. because he’s treated you like shit, love, and you don’t deserve that."

you exhale shakily, staring down at the water again.

ross nudges your knee with his. "but what’s got you scared, hm? what do you think is going to happen?"

"i don’t know." your voice is small. "maybe nothing. maybe everything. i just…" you trail off, shaking your head. "i guess i’m also scared of being alone."

ross lets out a breath through his nose, and it sounds almost like a quiet laugh, but there’s no humor in it. more like disbelief. more like he’s mad at the idiot who made you feel like this.

"you’re not gonna be alone," he says firmly. "not for a second, alright?" he shifts even closer, pressing his knee against yours again like he wants to make sure you feel it. "you’ve got me. you’ve always got me."

he offers you a warm smile.

"if he gives you any shit," ross continues, jaw tightening, "i’ll do something about it, yeah? i don’t care what. i’ll fucking—" he stops himself, exhales sharply through his nose, then shakes his head. "point is, you don’t have to be scared. i won’t let him make you feel like that anymore."

his words settle over you, warm and solid, sinking into the cracks of everything you’ve been feeling.

you take a slow breath, gripping the blanket between your fingers. "thank you," you whisper.

“of course.”

you let out a slow breath, feeling some of the tension in your chest ease—not all of it, not yet, but enough. enough for now.

"alright, how about a distraction," he says, "would you like to watch something? eat something?"

you sniff, shifting under the blanket. "movie’s fine, i guess."

ross nods and grabs the remote from the coffee table, then hands it to you without question, like he already knows you’ll want to pick.

"alright, go on then," he says, leaning back against the couch.

you scroll through the options, your eyes flicking over the titles until one catches your attention. you press play, and as the opening credits roll, you glance over at ross.

“10 things i hate about you?" he asks, one brow raised, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips.

"yeah," you mumble, pulling the blanket tighter around you. "comfort movie, i guess."

ross hums, eyes flicking over your face for a moment, “i’ll be excited then. should be good.”

“it is.”

the movie starts, but before you can settle into it, you turn your head toward him again.

"thank you, ross."

he glances over, his brow furrowing slightly. "what for?"

you swallow, shifting slightly. "for always being there. for letting me come here, for listening, for just…" you gesture vaguely. "being you. i don’t know what i’d do without you, honestly."

ross just looks at you for a long moment, like he’s searching for the right thing to say. his lips part, then press together again, like he’s holding something back.

then he just shakes his head, a small, fond smile tugging at his lips.

"don’t have to thank me for that, love," he murmurs. "you’re my safe space too, you know."

you can’t help it—you smile. it’s small, barely there, but real. warm.

ross notices. of course he does. his eyes flick to you again, catching the way your lips curve just slightly, the way your shoulders aren’t so tense anymore. his own smile lingers for a second before he tilts his head toward you.

"come here," he murmurs.

you hesitate for just a second, but only because it still feels strange sometimes—letting yourself take comfort in someone who actually wants to be there. someone who doesn’t make you feel like a burden for needing them.

but it’s ross.

so you shift, moving closer, and he lifts his arm slightly to make space for you. you tuck yourself against his side, resting your head on his chest, and his sweater is soft against your cheek, warm from his body heat.

he doesn’t hesitate. just wraps his arm around you.

you let out a slow breath, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you. the sound of his heartbeat is there too, quiet but strong, steady enough to calm the lingering mess in your head.

he rubs a slow, absentminded hand up and down your arm, his fingers tracing light, soothing patterns.

"is this alright?" he asks.

you nod against him. "yeah."

ross doesn’t say anything else, just lets you settle against him as the movie plays.

and for the first time all night, you feel something close to okay.

[evergreen-endo]

after you make togame cum he looks wrecked. red in the face, chest heaving, sweating, hair all kinds of fucked up, he’s twitching everywhere, eyes blown wide like he’s had a psychedelic experience

[the-acid-pear]

Why did my cooking dream get hijacked by my brain making a William Afton oc and au what was that about.

[kashverse]

the first time it happens, sukuna doesn't even react.

your daughter, a tiny little thing with a head full of wild hair that looks just like his but with your color, storms up to him while he's adjusting his tie. she's got a determined look on her face, a plastic figurine clutched in her tiny hands—a sonny angel doll, of all things.

"papa, hold," she demands, her chubby fingers working to shove it into the breast pocket of his pristine, custom-made suit. he looks down at her, red eyes blinking slowly. then he looks at you, standing off to the side, barely holding back your laughter.

"what is this?" he asks flatly.

"sonny angel," your daughter says like it's obvious. "he's cute. for you."

you make a choked noise behind your hand, and sukuna exhales through his nose. his baby girl, his tiny menace, is standing there with all the confidence of someone who has never been told 'no' in her life. because, well. she hasn't. so what does he do? he lets her shove the damn thing in his pocket. adjusts it a little so it's sitting neatly, because if he's going to have a tiny cherub-faced baby figurine sticking out of his suit, it's at least going to look intentional.

"happy?" he asks.

his daughter beams at him, gives his pant leg a firm pat like he's done a good job, then scurries off to continue whatever other toddler nonsense she was up to before this. you’re wheezing in the corner.

"don't say a word," he warns, fixing his cuffs.

you grin. "i didn't say anything."

cut to his meeting later that day. sukuna walks in like he owns the place (because he does), radiating his usual aura of dominance and unrelenting authority. his executives are already seated, tense and ready, knowing full well that sukuna does not entertain idiocy. but today? today there is something new. today, nestled neatly in the breast pocket of his three-piece suit, is a tiny, plastic baby figurine wearing a duck hat.

the entire room freezes.

one poor soul, likely new and unaware of how the corporate hierarchy works under sukuna, makes the grave mistake of letting out the faintest, almost imperceptible snort.

sukuna turns his head very slowly.

"who the fuck just laughed?"

silence. absolute, suffocating silence. the man looks down at his notes as if they might save him from impending doom.

sukuna leans back in his chair, tapping a clawed finger against the conference table.

"anyone else got something to say about my sonny angel?"

no one breathes.

good.

he conducts the rest of the meeting as if nothing is out of place, occasionally adjusting the little doll in his pocket like it's just another part of his attire.

by the end of the week, rumors have spread. no one dares to question the sonny angel. entire powerpoint presentations are given with the utmost professionalism while a tiny, smiling cherub peeks out of sukuna’s suit.

by the end of the month, it becomes an unofficial rule of the office. mock the sonny angel? fired. make a comment? fired. even looking at it for too long earns you a pointed glare.

and by the end of the quarter, the entire upper management team has started discreetly wearing their own sonny angels in solidarity. your daughter, completely oblivious to the corporate chaos she has caused, simply continues her toddler life, happy and content in the knowledge that her papa always carries her gift with him.

and sukuna? well. if having a tiny plastic baby in his pocket means seeing his little girl’s delighted grin every morning, then so be it.