#but it all feeds into each other and it makes me feel guilty that I'm not being productive

[lovelaceisntdead]

depression is the stupidest thing ever. like literally just stop that.

[moonknixght]

Jerk [Marc Spector x GN!Reader]

Summary: Despite having plans for a date with you after meeting with his ex-wife, Marc seems to have suddenly gone off communication, leaving you to be a bundle of nerves until you decided to call him. Heavily inspired by episode 3 of scenes from a marriage. Word Count: 2k Warnings: Angst with no comfort !!!!!!!!! foul language, Steven cameo (that's a sweet surprise than a warning), no mention of jake A/N: Gosh! I apologize for being super late with this one,, this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away lol. And I'm a little rusty with writing atm, so don't look at me if the writing feels a lil wonky. though, Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated! PS; The ex-wife mentioned in this is NOT layla its some other lady because we love layla in this household

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

The drawn out rings of the phone was slowly aiding to a upcoming migraine as you paced between rooms, silently praying that you would get an answer to your frantic texts. A rather uneventful Friday night that you expected to spend with the person you were recently seeing, an unpredictably mysterious man, had come to an abrupt stop.

There was a lot you didn't know about Marc Spector; and that was okay, because it was just the process of 'getting to know someone' was, right? Sure, You had rambled your head off on the first date, all which he listened carefully; but with Marc, you never felt the need to push information out of him. It was like befriending an fragile animal that takes time to trust, but the epiphany that comes after is unexplainably amazing.

Growing from acquaintances to actually seeing each other and looking forward to spending time as a couple was unrealistic, which was why your entire relationship was so fascinating. The patience of talking things out was a quality that you both shared; likely being the reason of such a bond with each other. If anyone would listen, you would never stop talking about how perplexing that was.

As you both started building a line of trust, You came to learn that he was divorced and was in the process of sorting things out with his ex-lover— which, of course, you were fine with. And today, he had mentioned about her coming over, which you were also on board with. But with the plans that were arranged for today still being overdue and Marc falling off the face of earth, you couldn't help but feel.. jealous? worry, even?

It was exactly why you were frantically texting your boyfriend, questioning on where he was and if his ex-wife had taken her leave. The only response that you received was being left entirely on delivered, adding fuel to your already anxious state. You felt like you were just being extremely clingy— and that they were probably still talking.

Your gaze travelled to the clock. 15 minutes to 1 am. Holy fuck. Had you really been texting him for over an hour? Had it been over two hours since you had set your dinner table, waiting for him? The latest that Marc had promised he would be was by 10:30, so it was just utterly ridiculous that it was past midnight and he was still unresponsive.

Swiftly grabbing the unopened bottle of wine kept on your table and making it to the couch, You set your phone down on the coffee table as you took a swing of the drink. It was crazy how this entire thing had gotten you so riled up, but as much as you hated to admit it, you were head over heels for this guy. So committed infact, that you were desperately checking on him for the past two hours; that you haven't even had your own dinner yet. One last call. Maybe he'll pick up.

That was the words that your guilty conscious prompted while you sat in the uncomfortable silence, eyes falling on the phone that lay discarded on the table. Obviously, you were going to feed into your thoughts. Of course you did.

And much to your surprise, it only took three rings to connect to the voice that you were just waiting to hear— but it didn't take you long to notice that it came off in a growl, much to the contrast of the soft spoken tone that Marc usually carried.

"Marc?" "Hey." You let out a sigh of relief, shaking your head ever so slightly at your own frantic actions. Atleast he was doing okay. "Are you okay? Where have you been? I've been—"

"Good. Uh, yeah, but listen, it's not cool to, like, bombard me with messages."

There was a short pause where you sat slightly bewildered. before you felt yourself sink into the seat, like a child who had just been scolded. Even with guilt creeping up, You wanted to still defend your own case, which was the endless worrying you had endured for the past hour, waiting for anything from Marc. Just a simple notice to cancel their date for the night or even to say that he was okay. But instead, You were simply left in the dark.

"Because you were supposed to call me, Marc."

"I told you, I'd call you when she left." "Oh, so she hasn't gone yet?" "No, She hasn't. She's still here." Sipping from the glass of wine and setting it onto the table nearby, your mind was quick to rush into many conclusions, but you kept your mouth shut. Whatever they had to discuss must have been really important. "Isn't it late? How are you both still talking?" "No, She— She's in bed." An exhale could be heard from the other end, as your brows furrowed. In bed? Marc lived in a single bedroom, so did that mean he was taking the couch? But before you could even question it, it was like the male at the other end had almost read your mind, because he immediately cleared your doubts, Albeit, you would have wished he never said anything. "..My bed." Oh. Feeling betrayed and lost would be an understatement of how you currently felt. Confused even, to some extend as a steady silence began to occupy the call. You weren't quite sure how Marc wanted you to respond to that. Did he want to hear you weep from the other side? Or be upset at him? Maybe even yell a few select choices of words for wasting your time? But instead of any of that, pure silence rang through the call and if it weren't for Marc checking if the call was still running, he would've thought you hung up. "Hello?"

The feeling of being let down was coursing through your veins at this point, making itself obvious with the lump that grew in your throat and how you stiffened up in your seat. You weren't sure what exactly to feel, a floodgate on sadness and anger opening like it was a pent up dam that was released. You sniffled quietly, trying to bite back the tears that were pricking at the corner of your eyes. It was unfair how distraught you felt. Another audible exhale could be heard, before you heard Marc's voice again. You weren't even sure why you felt like crying, but it was clear that this wouldn't end well. "Look, I'm suggesting that we should take a break because this is just not.. Not working out right now." "When did it work out, Marc?" "Wh— What are you talking about?" "I said." You spoke, recollecting yourself in a suspiciously gentle manner. "When were you not trying to use me as a way to move on?"

It was his turn to grow silent, and that was pretty much the answer you needed. To think that you gave him the chance, thinking that maybe this time around you could actually be with someone who cared— There were no other words to describe what you've been this entire time. You were foolish. "Goodnight. Sleep well." You'd be lying if you said that you didn't still want him to come back to you. Justify himself properly. Say that this was all some sick joke. But you were also aware that there was probably nothing that would save this. Still, You stayed when he spoke up again, for whatever reason. "Stop. Just Listen. This doesn't have to be.. what you think it is, I just need time to collect myself and honestly, I've been feeling for a while that—"

The urge to laugh was overbearing, and you didn't hold back. "You're so full of shit, Marc." Anger was finally settling in before the male at the other end could even respond to your words, but this wasn't about being courteous anymore. It felt like if Marc had cared for you even a little, this wouldn't have happened like it did. "Own up to what you're doing, asshole. I know you like to evade your responsibilities but just for once, if you have any respect for me, stand up like a man and say it to my face so I can just accept the fact that I've wasted my time and effort on you."

"Okay, Let me stop you here before you say anything else that you're gonna regret."

"No, fuck you. The only thing I regret is thinking that you actually cared enough to be with me. Turns out, your only concern is keeping yourself occupied and acting like you don't give a shit about everything that leaves you. You're a selfish prick."

"Fine. It's over then."

"Good. Lose my number and Have a good fucking night, Spector." The call was immediately cut, and so was the brightness of the candle that you had lit earlier by the dinner table. The dimness eased your volatile temper, but it bought the dejection and uneasiness that had failed to show up during the call. There was an option for you to cry it all out, but for reason, you didn't. A soft sigh escaped your pursed lips as you rubbed your eyes. Maybe you'd end up bawling your eyes out about this when you were nestled into the cold embrace of your bed.

You didn't even feel hungry anymore; so shoving the pasta that you had cooked hours prior into the fridge and cleaning up, you tried your best not to think of everything that just happened, which was difficult in it's own volition. It was just a few dates, so you were technically the one in the wrong for letting your guard down so easily and falling for a man who barely talked to you. That conclusion stung a little, but it helped you feel better as you picked up your phone and the bottle of wine again— too exhausted to take off the gorgeous outfit you had picked out for the night as you opened tinder; trying to scroll away like you were gonna move on.

—

On the other side, Marc had made the mistake of pacing through his room as he made the call, biting his cheeks as it reached it's abrupt and upsetting end. Guilt did lace his features, but reminding himself that this was the last he would ever hear from you made the circumstances a little less horrible. Glancing at the phone as his thumb hovered over your contact, He heard a meek voice call out to him. Not that of his ex-wife, but that of Steven's— who had seen everything from the reflection of the mirror that Marc found himself standing before. "Marc.." The reflection called out to him, a clearly disappointed expression lacing his features as he tried to find the words to even begin expressing how regrettable this would be. Steven didn't have to elaborate, though, because in the few seconds that Marc met Steven's concerned eyes, he knew this would just add into the contrition that already plagued his mind.

Marc tore himself away from Steven who made a lowly attempt at trying to reason with him; walking back to where he had just been previously. It was because Steven knew, and so did he, that he found what it felt like to be loved again through you. But he was undeserving of it. With everything he has done and all the secrets that he hid, he only deserved the toxic relation he had with his ex, which atleast kept his needs at bay; a fair trade for all the arguments he had with her. You were right about him being a selfish jerk. Though it was for all for the wrong reasons.

[yestrday]

I think requests are still open?

i feel like we've gone too long without talking about ajax. SO. IF U HAVE ANY THOUGHTS OF HIM TO SHARE - ANY AT ALL, LIKE, HOUSEHUSBAND, ACADEMY, HYBRID, STANDALONE - I'LL DEVOUR THEM EAGERLY. I'LL GET ON MY HANDS AND KNEES AND EAT WHATEVER YOU GIVE US. I am so desperate for a slice of that pathetic ginger loser <3

💍 househusband! ajax

you know what? i haven't done this for the househusband au! may ajax be the first!

sadly, ajax is actually a poser :(( he is not just your handsome malewife fully devoted to looking after the house and cooking you delicious food. he makes money (big money) on the side involved in some syndicate.

so be careful of the hands that feed you! they're drenched in blood and ajax isn't even the slightest bit guilty.

i like to think that his darling knows but just likes to feign ignorance. in a 'if i can't see it, it doesn't exist' because they do love their darling ajax a lot

he's less active than before he married you though, so don't worry!

your backyard's a bit wild because he doesn't actually know how to take care of it. morespoke's always been cold and snowy. the most greenery they had there was some wildberries here and there!

if he's out for a "appointment," he makes sure to come home before you do. of course, sometimes he really just can't make it, and it often leads to some amusing shenanigans.

"Shit, shit, shit," Ajax mutters as he rummages through his pocket to find his house keys. "I didn't cook dinner tonight! Oh fuck, they're going to starve and I just— Where are those fucking keys?!"

"Ajax?" He freezes. "Oh gosh, is that you? Hold on, I'll open it up for you!"

He hears your footsteps scurrying over to the door, his trembling eyes on the hand that finally had his keys. But those hands were bloodied, stained with the remains of the last man that he had slit his throat. And shit, he can hear you turning the doorknob when he's still scrambling to rub off the red specks on his cheek—

"Ajax, you were so late! Where were you? It's past nine, darling, you had me so—!"

You freeze. He freezes. The two of you watch each other with bated breath. The dried blood itches his cheek. Fuck, how was he gonna explain this to you? Oh, right, Snezhnayans like to hunt. But you're not in Snezhnaya! You were smack dab in a suburban neighborhood! Maybe he can slip in a drug to make you forget—

"Soooo worried!" Your face breaks out into a wide grin as you usher him back into the comfort of your home. "You could have at least texted me, you know? Oh! And don't worry about dinner. My boss gave me these coupons for a job well done and I bought take out and I thiiink you'll like them! They're not as good as you, but, well, nothing's really as good as you, you know?" You smile cheerfully at him, hooking his (bloodied) jacket beside the door and taking off his (again, bloodied) scarf. He stares dumbly at you. "... Ajax?"

He blinks a few times, before laughing loudly and giving you a loud kiss on your cheek. "Of course, nothing's good as me, babe. But we can always settle for second best for today."

You roll your eyes but giggle at his confidence. "You narcissist. C'mon, I'm hungry. Let's eat."

"I'll wash the dishes babe, you just wash up and wait for me in bed." He sends a disgustingly exaggerated kiss your way, to which you wrinkle your nose and stick your tongue at. His fond face is the last you see before you slam the bathroom door shut.

A-ahh...

That was blood, wasn't it?! That was real, actual blood! On his cheek, on his hand, under his fingernails, on his jacket, on his scarf! You slide down the door and hide your head in your hands. That gut-wrenching smell of iron...

Well, actually! It could just be... oil! Right! You heard that some rust can turn engine oil into the red like that. He probably ran into a malfunction with his motorcycle and was on a rush to go back home that he forgot to clean himself up! That must be it!

"A– Ahahaha... Right! I'm so stupid!" You jump up and stare at your reflection— frantic, anxious, paranoid— and put on your most convincing smile. "It's just oil. You know how Ajax can get busy at sometimes! You're just overthinking!"

"Just overthinking..." You mutter, hopping into a cold shower. "Maybe I should take some pills before I go to sleep."

[kingofthering]

september-october 2024

ao3

rosquez

Swing State by @tartquez + the rest of the Bicameral series

I know that everyone is probably already onto this but it obviously needs to make the list. Italian Political AU where every single character is so deliciously written, imperfect and fleshed out and so interesting.

road to ruin (we're starting at the end) series by @kingofthecotas

Always love an interesting concept of soulmate AU. Do want to know more.

choke the girl to get her by @le-chevalier-au-lion

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Hot shit, truly.

Headed Straight for the Concrete by @moonshynecybin

I mean. Do I even have to justify why I'm putting a Callie fic in here. The dialogue before even the physicality of it all. Ugh.

vr46 rosquez pack (other pairings included) by @sammyche

Excellent concept. Beautiful execution. Hot and also a little sweet.

In Tandem by @unluckynr13

A perfect use of that Yamaha and the image of them "working" it together? Yeah.

Don't go wasting your emotions (lay all your love on me) by CamilleDuDemon

Going to paste the comment I made on this fic because I think it summarizes my feeling well : "I loved this so much. I enjoyed your Valentino a lot, all of him and his defaults and the fuckery in his brain and how mostly aware of all that he was. You could really feel in the scenes with them at all times. Like, I haven’t had an alcohol blackout in so many years but it almost brought me right back. Loved the decision to have the after first and then the before. Perfect way to go in my mind. Might have to be thinking about the to of them on that couch (watching a movie that Marc knew Valentino enjoys) together for a while."

meaning upon motion by @le-chevalier-au-lion

Delightfully in love with the style of this. So many good things and feelings packed in not so many words. The way you could feel Valentino’s hesitancy at times and the way Marc was just trying to understand where this was going. So good.

others

patterns (pecco/vale) by @vanillow

I am a sucker for Vale/the Academy boys (in particular Pecco & Bezz) so this was such a treat.

romantic, dramatic + syphon (pecco/marc) by @vanillow

Vampire AU and blood drinking/vampire feeding, my most beloved.

shades of red series (pecco/marc) by @certainstarfishllama

Alpha Pecco & Omega Marc. Excellent in terms of characterization and the way they're trying to move around each other. Also hot.

Confidence Interval (pecco/luca) by Anonymous

Part of the Bicameral series so obviously I was going to enjoy it but oh boy. Such a good Pecco character study. And I love his relationship with Bezz as well, so much.

hands to yourself! (aleix/dovi) by @vanillow

You know how cool it is when a rare pair hits right? Perfect use of Aleix's natural ability to push people around and make them uncomfortable and make them enjoy it.

warm me up (cele/pecco) by @vanillow

I think they're like my favorite guilty pleasure pair except there is nothing guilty about it, if that makes sense.

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rosquez

vale & dovi both showing up at marc's door by @matchvedev

cruelty looks good on valentino by @vanillow

dancing in the club by @lastlatebraker

free use by @yekoc

because I know you by @vanillow

others

vale/dovi thing by @lastlatebraker

post aragon 2024 marcnaia by @faster-faster-aster

santi/vale by @lestelledreams

jorge/aleix fridge video by @theboschvroom

open secret dovquez by @lastlatebraker

“What would you do if I turned into a worm?” bezzetti by @highestside

hockey au pedreix by @vanillow

omega au pecco/bezz by @unholytrifecta

free use pecco/bezz/vale by @vanillow

[kittifang]

❝ Working Overtime On Your Body ❞

WC:3,704

Summary : Your poor pent up husband finds a way to relieve stress after a long day of work. He finds that your sleeping body is just what he needs to cure what ails him....

includes: somnophilia!!!,smut, fluff, degradation, dubious consent, breeding, rough sex, crying, aftercare, mxf, wife reader, husband Nanami, modern! jjk universe,18+MDNI

Nanami tugs at the fabric of his tie, long fingers pulling it loose as a sigh escapes him. His left wrist is turning inwards as his watch reads 12:30am. He gives his office one last glance before plunging the space into darkness with the flicker of the light switch. To say the very least... it had been a very long day at the office, hell even longer than usual. Nanami wishes he was exaggerating. He can feel the slow dredge of the work days catching up to him, late nights spent at the office of overtime sinking into his weary bones.

The ongoing cycle of work, sleep, eat, repeat—there's only so much fueling up on cups of black coffee you can do before exhaustion eventually creeps in. For the past three weeks, it's been like this—a result of his company undergoing a full rebrand. And of course, as the head of brand management, he was responsible for ensuring all things went smoothly and that the team and him came up with compelling ideas to continue attracting new clientele while keeping the current ones they had. There was simply no room for failure, and if all went according to plan, maybe his boss would even give him a raise—at least that was the hope.

He deserved it even, because if the work days weren't enough, the hours spent away from you weighed heavier on him than anything else did. At his desk throughout the day, he'd find himself thumbing at the framed picture of you and him that was on the smooth surface, his heart aching as he took in the details of your face. It was one of his favorite pictures—you both in a warm embrace, eyes so full of love as you took in the other. The lighting was perfect and made you look otherworldly—one of the sandy beaches of Malaysia under your toes. He couldn't have wished for a more perfect honeymoon.

He misses his sweet wife, coming home to you waiting for him with your lips curled into a smile, which in result made the corners of his turn up as well. He just couldn't help it; you were his beautiful gem, utter perfection; it was hell being unable to spend as much time with you-doting on you as he usually did. The change in schedule hadn't gone unnoticed by you either, and as guilty as he felt, sometimes you reassured him that you understood—that was just the type of person you were, and he loved you more for it.

You'd even do sweet things like cook up a meal for him—just an extra way to show him you cared—the cute handwritten notes you'd leave on each container never failing to make his heart sore as he sat to eat lunch for the day. When he came home, it was the same; even though he insisted you didn't have to, you shewed him off; there was no deterring you. And the blonde was met with a light scolding as you made up your face, hands on your hips with squinted eyes.

"I'm cooking for you, Nanami Kento; no one is going to stop me from feeding my husband, and that includes you. Don't even try it, mister." Was the words that left your frowning lips in reply. All he could do was let out a chuckle as he pulled you into his arms; you were adorable and so caring. His palm cupping your cheek as he talks. "Yes, alright then, it won't happen again. Plus, I do love your cooking, sweetheart; I certainly can't complain.". And you grin in victory, your eyes crinkling even more as he leans down to press his lips to yours with a fond smile—and that was the end of that.

Quite frankly, it's been much too long since you've both spent some quality time together. He missed everything, including dates, simple things like going for lunch on his break, and, among other things, your body. While it was true that his ached from fatigue, it certainly was not the only reason. His cock ached for you along with every inch of his skin that craved yours. While your sex lives' certainly hadn't been put on hold, there was definitely a change of pace. His hectic schedule leaving room for nothing but quickies here and there, or you graciously sucking him off when you happened to still be up when he arrived home, usually too tired or busy for anything else.

Or the alternative of him stroking himself under the spray of the shower (on the reallyyyy bad days) head lowered with a clenched jaw while wishing he was fucking you instead of his fist. It just wasn't the same. Nanami was a generous lover, and he prided himself in that fact. He thoroughly enjoyed satisfying his wife and giving your perfect little cunt the treatment it deserved, often not putting your pleasure before his. But tonight was not one of those instances. not with the way he was feeling and not with the way his desire and want and the whole mix of tiredness was about to bubble up and overflow within him. Maybe it was a little selfish of him to think this way? Maybe not.

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The drive home in turn felt to grow even longer while his thoughts swirled, but gratefully he had reached your shared home. He unlocked the front door, key turning in the lock to reveal the dark living room. The only light on being the one from the kitchen—something you always did seeing as his dinner was waiting for him on the dining table. By the looks of it, you were likely asleep, soft steps echoing on the wood floors as he approached his and your bedroom. While Kento was certainly hungry, food was the last thing on his mind. Far from it as he quietly opened the room door, his gaze tracing over your form on the bed. He definitely was starving, and you looked good enough to eat.

Fuck the food, he thinks. He wanted to come home to you served up on the dining room table instead, legs spread and waiting for him on a plate. You looked and tasted more delicious than any world-class cuisine he could ever find. Dressed in one of those soft silk nightgowns he had bought for you with lace trimmings, two little slits on each side of the black fabric. And of course—he had gotten you one in every color. You looked so innocent and serene like this, your soft breaths audible as you slept but also sinfully sexy.

Sometimes he'd watch you just like this before he retired to bed himself; it was just the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, and your hair flared on the pillow like the halo of an angel. He never grew tired of witnessing such a sight. While it tended to never go further than admiration, little touches of his hand brushing over your cheeks, collarbones, or the lids of your eyes as you rested. His mind was convincing him on the double to change that very fact right now.

Your husband shuts the door and moves further towards you, his breath growing a bit harder with each step. A leopard that had just set sights on his prey. Could you really blame him? The little night gown ended a little below your upper thighs, showing off the expanse of your smooth legs. He couldn't wait to feel them. To put his hands all over what was his. Nanami's form softly sunk into the mattress. Sliding in behind your form and letting out a quiet muffled groan as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Nosing it as he inhaled the sweet scent that's uniquely you.

He can already feel his arousal starting to throb beneath the confines of his pants as he presses against your back. Hips flush to your plush ass that is barely covered. He can't help himself, yet simultaneously he has an ongoing conflict inside his mind. It feels so...perverted on some level, a bit depraved even. It's something he's never really considered doing till now. But he can't stop. He's so goddamn desperate to relieve himself. Its obvious by the way he starts to rut against you, dick quickly swelling as he pushes the little nightie above your ass to reveal your lacey matching panties. Teeth digging into his bottom lip as he mutters a curse under his breath, you're going to kill him.

You continue to sleep as Nanami keeps going, gentle enough to not wake you yet not soft enough to the point where he can't get any satisfaction. His hips continue to work as his tongue starts to lavish the skin of your neck, sucking your pretty skin into his mouth between fluttering kisses. It's not long before he's fully hard, his aching cock dripping pre against his briefs as his hands start to caress you, taking full advantage. Lithe calloused hands slide up your abdomen to cup your pillowy breasts- he couldn't forget about them. They were the perfect fit, round and soft under his prodding fingers as they cupped the mounds. He felt like a wild fucking animal. The tips of his fingers circling your nipples to hardness as they poke against the silk for him just like a prize, he needs more. Always needs more of you, and he's going to have it.

The blonde's breathing grows more ragged; your little sounds and slight fidgeting in your sleep only serve to turn him on even more. He's convinced he very well may have a stroke if he doesn't get inside of you in the next couple of minutes. His thick fingers momentarily move from your lovely body to the buckle of his belt, hastily removing it and unzipping his pants. A sigh escaped his lips as he shuffled them down, just enough to free his dripping girth. The relief is palpable, but it'll be nothing compared to when he sinks into you. His hands run up the stretch of your legs, caressing from your knee and up. Touches ascending to massage the canvas of your thighs and dragging the nightie up with it.

You're so fucking pretty; every inch of you is always for him. Affirmed more as one of his palms snakes down to the crook of your knee from behind and pushes it up, folding the leg to spread you for him partially. His breath catches as his brown eyes zero in on the wet crotch of your panties, damp and clinging to the heaven between your legs like a buffet, and his mouth waters. One of his hands goes to pull the slick fabric to the side to reveal your leaking cunt to him, breath hitting your ear as he whispers.

"Got you this wet by just touching you in your sleep, baby? Maybe I should do this more hm?? So responsive for me, so perfect." He says while he glides his thumb through your folds, it's too erotic, too sinful. The digits of Nanami's opposite hand wrap around his cock as he starts to pump himself, thumb sliding over the angry head with every thrust into his hand as he plays with your slippery cunt. His slick precum making the glide all the easier for himself while he plays with your little clit. He feels like a damn teenager again with what you've reduced him to, and you're not even awake.

Nanami's prodding grows along with his need, fingers moving south to tease your dripping hole before pushing two of them in. A husky moan leaves his mouth as your soft walls flutter around the digits as he starts to thrust them inside of you. As intense as his want was, he had no intentions of hurting you. You were always so fucking tight, so he always took care to stretch you out before giving you his cock.

After making sure you were properly stretched, the man slides his fingers out of you, immediately sliding the slick-covered fingers into his mouth and sucking—you were too good to waste. A perfect little dessert for him that he never passed up a taste of. He loved having you spill on his tongue, swiping up all your juices and burying his face in your pussy till he couldn't breathe and you were screaming. But this time he simply didn't have the patience at all.

A breath leaves his lips as his hand finds purchase in the crook of your knee once more, the other hand leading his cock to press against your puffy pussy lips with a rough moan. You feel so fucking good, little clit pulsing as he slides his dick through your slick, hooking the angry head on your entrance. Before finally, finally sinking into your gummy walls. "S-shit. I love this little pussy so much. It feels so good wrapped around me, baby." He grunts as he slowly thrusts in to the hilt. The slight quickening of your breath and growing fidgeting not escaping him as your slumbering body responds. The goal was to not wake you, at least at first, but either way he wasn't going to be able to control himself.

Initially, your husband starts with deep, slow thrusts. His eyes almost roll back into his head as he relishes the feel of you around him. The way you squeeze around him just right, he can't help but to up the pace as his teeth lightly scrape against your nape. His free hand inching under your side to pull the top of the nightie down, revealing your tits that bounce deliciously with every movement of his hips, fingers sinking into the flesh and pinching one of the hardened little nubs. His his his; you were all fuckin his.

Your pussy clamps even tighter around him, and he grits his teeth, sight-glued to where you both join—how your cunt manages to become more soaked as his balls slap against your ass. Then you let out a little groan, and he breaks. Nanami throws all caution to the wind; he pulls out of your pussy before slamming back in. His pace is almost jackhammering inside you as he fucks you the way he wanted to from the moment he came in. Sweat dots his forehead from the effort, grunts and moans growing louder without care as he focuses on taking his pleasure.

"So good f'me taking my cock like a good little wife should; even in your sleep you can't help but to respond to me. such a good girl letting me use your body like this fuck. Gonna fuck this pretty cunt till its full." No sooner then, the dirty words leave his lips; your eyes are starting to open, squirming and grunting in his hold before your eyes open wide. Confusion with a mix of pleasure painting your face—what the hell was going on?

A strangled gasp leaves your throat as your sleep-muddled mind starts to register what is happening. Your head tilting to meet his brown pools that were already on yours, taking in your reaction and savoring it as he pounds into you. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to speak, back arching against his chest as one of your hands slides backwards to tangle in strands of blonde. His usually kept hair left messy as you find purchase in it "n-nanami! Ohmygod, what are you -ngh!

Kento only fucks into you harder, palm snaking from your breast to your jaw to press his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. Quickly dominating your mouth as he swallows your slurred moans, hips never once stopping. A string of spit connects your lips as you both pull away to breathe, your jaw slack as your pretty sounds fill the room—alongside the lewd sound of Nanami's cock gliding in and out of your squelching pussy.

You've never seen him like this—so unrestrained, full of pure, unadulterated hunger and lust for you. He always prided himself on being a gentleman, and his current actions were far from it, but you couldn't find it in you to complain. Not with how dark his brown gaze had gotten as he took in every reaction, like he wanted to eat you alive. And he smirks, irises not leaving yours.

"Hmm? What does it look like, sweetheart? Im pounding my pretty little wife's cunt. Needed to get my fill, you understand right? I couldn't help myself. Gonna let me use you, right? Gonna take all my cum?" And all you can do is nod dumbly as he uses you. You're already fucked dumb, eyes glazed over in pleasure as your toes curl from the angle. Nanami is so fucking big and always stretches you out just right.

An unbearable heat is already burning in your stomach; it's too good, too fucking much. He's never fucked you this hard, the length of his cock bullying your insides as tears of pleasure start to build in your eyes. You're almost screaming from how good it feels, from how good it hurts. From how he's using you, like you're nothing but a toy for him.

"N-nanami! s-so deep, mmm, f-fuck!" You cry out as your pussy clenches down harder on him, strangling his cock. Your pretty face painted with your tears now, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth as Nanami comes closer to pushing you over the brink. You can feel him everywhere. He loves the sight of you like this, so perfectly debauched and pliant for him, taking everything he gives you with no complaints. His harsh penetration has you seeing stars; you think you do when you feel his fingers rubbing tight circles into your throbbing clit and you jolt against him, legs starting to shake. You can only grip his hair tighter as you hold on for dear life, and he lets out a smug chuckle.

"Yeah? My baby likes this? You like how I pound your slutty pussy just like this, being my stress relief toy? You're my slutty wife, right, baby? Say it, C'mon, you can do it, angel. Be good for me. You groan at the lewd words, cheeks flushing even redder than they previously were, if possible, yet at the same time you can't bring yourself to care because you fucking love it. You force your teary eyes open as you answer—response slurring out "y-yes! l love it ngh! I love being your s-slutty wife—gonna be good, promise Kento!"

And he almost growls as the words leave you along with a mindless babble. "Christ, I should have known from the way you squeeze around me, gonna use this perfect pussy anytime I want. Gonna come home every day and use your sleeping body. Gonna empty my stress into this tight little hole, just .like. this. His words punctuated as the tip of his cock slams against your cervix , with each one and you scream this time; you're not going to last much longer, and neither is he. He can feel his release building, balls pulling taut as your insides clench and spasm around him. A few more thrusts is all it takes as he speaks to you once more.

"That's it, that's my pretty little wife; cum all over my cock; know you can do it, baby." Your vision goes white as you cry out a scream of his name, your sloppy cunt leaving a creamy mess all over his cock. In turn, triggering his own release, And with a grunt, he's emptying himself into your quivering walls, seed painting your cervix as you drain him of every drop.

Nanami doesn't stop until he's fucked you through your orgasm. His gaze is now dropping down to where you're still connected, and the sight is utterly obscene. The man lets out a groan as he slowly pulls out of you—your battered pussy dripping with his cum, one of his favorite sights to look at. You and his arousal coated the sheets beneath you, a mixture of your juices even painting his thighs. He can't believe he was this pent up.

Both of you pant raggedly as you come down from the intense pleasure, his voice now sinking to a soft tone as he talks to you, much the opposite from before, one of his large hands soothing your hair with care. He's slightly embarrassed now as his release sobers him up, a slight blush on the tip of his ears as he eyes you with concern, brows furrowing. "I...didn't hurt you, did I? I hope I didn't get too carried away. I love you so much."

You give him a tired smile, eyes halfway open as you link your hand in his and squeeze in reassurance, and you shake your head. "Of course not Kento... I would have told you if it hurt during I promise. I love you too; It was definitely unexpected, but I really did enjoy myself, and I'm glad I could make you feel better. I mean,  it'll be sore; but it'll pass,You say with a blush to match his own and a lil shrug, letting out a quite hum as he presses a soft kiss to your lips that you return,he sighs in relief.

"Well, that's good to hear, my love; you were so good for me, so gorgeous. You drive me crazy, you know that right? Now relax while I run you a bath. I'm going to pamper my perfect wife." He says and presses a kiss to your nose that scrunches as a soft giggle escapes you. "You don't have to tell me twice, my perfect husband."

Nanami proves true to his words, and the next couple of hours are spent pampering and cleaning you up. Reassuring you of how much he loves throughout it all, and after even dressing you, followed by him cuddling and laying you on his chest as you fall asleep. There's truly no one else that fits you as perfectly as he does; you'll forever be grateful for that fact.

AN//: I think this is one of the longest things I've ever written so far! :o. I was verrrrrryyyyy into this idea and I'm sure you guys will like it! Please enjoy, feedback and interactions are appreciated as usual <3!

[umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken]

Neslin AU idea -> A ballad of beasts

AU where Tamlin, unwilling to deal with his brothers' power struggle for the High Lord title after their father's death goes FUCK NO, and legs it for the mortal realm.

He eventually finds refuge in a little, faraway village called Carterhaugh. But even though he's fae, he has no idea how shit works in the mortal realm, and he needs a safe place to stay.

BUT, he can't just saunter into the place and be like 'please will you let me into your house and give me a safe place to stay??'

That goes against all the fae rules, sanctuary must be given freely of a mortal's own choice and mind, no asking allowed.

SO

He transforms himself into a cat and wanders around until he comes across Nesta; the prickliest woman of the village, who couldn't give less of a shit about other people, but who is instantly besotted by the bedraggled and clearly malnourished cat that's mewling pathetically at her village bookshop door.

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"Oh, you poor thing," she cooed, gathering up the golden cat into her arms and scratching it under the chin.

It purred happily, and she immediately made for her small cottage at the edge of town.

"You must be hungry, don't fret little one, I'll look after you."

<><><>

She takes him home and gives cat-lin a bath and feeds him, and everything, but Tam starts feeling guilty so he poofs back into his fae male form and Nesta rightfully freaks out, screaming at him to get out of her house but eventually she listens to his story

High Lord powers -> WILL be killed by brothers

Nesta's still kinda eh,

So Tam just PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE's and Nesta is eventually just like 'jesus fucking hell, fine, but i'm gonna make you do unpaid labour in the bookshop if you're gonna stay.'

So that's how life is for a while, they grow closer, and eventually Nesta tells him her story.

Years and years ago, her sisters were out playing in the woods near their home, and she was tasked by her mother with looking after them. But then as she was watching them, a thick wreath of shadow just... gathered them up and disappeared them from sight. They were never seen again, and Nesta's mother had hated her for it until her death, and Nesta has spent every day since then hating herself for it.

<><><>

"I- I tried," her throat bobbed, eyes going distant and hazy.

"I tried to go back for them, I took my winter cloak and walked to the wall to bring them back home."

A tear slid down her cheek, "I failed."

<><><>

Tamlin immediately goes sHaDowS? kidnapping? that fukcing bastard Rhysand -> Shit, I'm pretty sure I know where your sisters are -> cue trip across the faery world to find Feyre + Elain

SO, they finally trek to the wall, trek across the courts, end up in Night, and Tamlin + Rhysand confront each other (bitter ex lovers energy, obv)

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EXTRA BACKGROUND

Tamlin's father dies of illness or smth and his two older brothers fight to the death for the High Lord title, cept the winner almost forgot about Tamlin until the magic fails to go to him and he's like 'fuck', forgot to kill the other one, so he goes after Tamlin. BUT he makes the fatal mistake of asking Amarantha for help, and she's like, oh, you're trying to kill my beloved??! UNO reverse, fucker.

DEAD.

So now she's taken over the Spring Court and still trying to find Tamlin to make him her 'mate' and become High Lord/ Lady of Spring

BUT fae magic can't be sensed in the mortal realm, so she's just kind of been wasting time being a shitty ruler.

ALSO

Turns out Rhysand has only been taking young girls from the mortal realm to keep Amarantha happy-> she sacrifices them for her magic rituals, or if she likes them enough, keeps them as serving girls/ maids, and she'd originally wanted RHYSAND'S SISTER as her companion, so he was doing it for family. doesn't make it any better, but yeah

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"But if however, I were to present you to her... I am sure her appetites would be satiated for quite some time." Rhysand's eyes glittered and Nesta's stomach roiled at the implication. Beside her, Tamlin only listened with a stony silence.

Don't. she begged. Don't you fucking dare leave me.

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Rhysand brings them both before Amarantha, who is instantly threatened by/ jealous of Nesta x Tamlin

So she proposes a bargain.

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"Is your love true, I wonder?" Amarantha's wicked fangs leered down at her.

Nesta fought to keep her voice even. "It is."

"Would you love him if he were a mere man?"

"I would."

"Would you love him if he had nothing?"

"I would."

"Ah, but would you love him if he were a beast?"

She turned to him then. To Tamlin. To the man that she had grown to love so purely and wholly. It was to him that she spoke her next words.

"Man or beast, I would love him with all my heart. Thorns and all."

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Thus begins the trial of beasts.

A blood red ribbon is used to bind Nesta and Tamlin by their wrists.

Amarantha uses Tamlin's shapeshifting powers against him and forces him to shift into beasts of all kind without any control over his body.

If Nesta can maintain her hold on him throughout his beastly transformations and endure the claws/ fangs/ gashes/ bites without cutting the ribbon, Amarantha will let them all go (Nesta, Tamlin, Feyre and Elain)

Nesta, being the bamf she is, completes the challenge.

Amarantha, pissed as hell thinking that Nesta wouldn't be able to do it, but unable to break her bargain without repercussions, has no choice but to let them go.

the end

or is it???

AMARANTHA LETS THEM GO, BUT NOWHERE DID SHE SAY SHE WOULDNT ATTACK THEM AFTERWARDS, SO THAT'S WHAT SHE DOES

she goes for Nesta, and THAT'S when Tamlin's High Lord power finally snaps into place, because it was dormant the entire time he was in the mortal realm and he goes full beast mode on Amarantha and murks her once and for all.

[whorediaries-09]

sure thing;

pairing- sirius black x shy!reader warning(s)- tbh, nothing i can think of. let me know if i should add any though! a/n- just a tiny little fluffy piece :)

ps- this is a bit different than my normal writing style. i hope you like the new style :D

masterlist

even when the sun don't shine i got faith in you and I

your cheeks burn red. you're not sure if it's because you're blowing your lungs out into the rubber balloon or because of the way sirius' arm brushes against your back. he mutters a quick sorry, before he arranges the maroon and gold glasses filled with butterbeers in a proper way.

you tie a little knot on the balloon, tying it up with a bunch of other ones, before you tape it to the wall. sirius was insistent to use muggle ways to decorate the room for james' birthday. he grins, sitting beside you as you gulp down a glass of water.

'need help?' he asks, his knee rubbing against your thigh. you massage your jaw,

'hey! don't fold your legs if you're sitting on the couch!'

'eh, i'm sorry.'

you smile, cracking your knuckles, tucking your lower-lip under your teeth.

'who's bringing the cake?'

'pete, we know he's the greatest baker of us,' he replies, putting his feet on the ground. you acknowledge his words with a nod, trailing little circles on your thigh.

'so do you like the balloons?'

sirius tucks a curl behind his ear, adjusting the tablecloth, 'i love them.'

heat crawls upto your neck and cheeks, setting you ablaze.

*****

you take a sip of butterbeer, the sweetness and the warmth crawling down your esophagus. james slides the fork through the thoroughly whipped cream and the spongy cake. he holds lily's chin, and before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek, he feeds her the cake. she's grinning, so much so, you can't see the bright emerald behind her eyelids.

'happy birthday honey,' she says, wrapping her arms around his body. he snuggles his nose behind her lovely red locks. you can hear the faint whisper of gratitude muffled against her skin.

'evans, you stole my man,' sirius says, popping a biscuit into his mouth.

'oh fuck off you dog,' james replies. sirius places his hand on his left pec in an overdramatic pose,

'that really hurt my feelings you know,'

'aww poor wounded dog,' remus teases, handing james his gift. you can't see what it is, but by the packaging you're half-sure it's one of those hand knitted sweaters. and if it is, you know remus knitted it himself.

sirius pouts, 'you're all traitors,'

'hey, just cause you can't grow a pair and ask her out, doesn't mean they can't shower each other with love,' peter chimes in.

the group falls silent. peter has his finger pointed towards you, his lips parted, cream on his lower lip. his eyes widens, shock hiding behind his rheumy eyes.

'fuck,' sirius curses under his breath. remus has an arrogant smirk on his face. james and lily look too happy, almost as if they'd burst if sirius didn't make the move now. peter looks guilty, yet his eyes hold happiness.

sirius slips his fingers into yours, placing a soft kiss on your hot skin,

'we'll talk about this, yeah?'

his gray eyes search yours, but you're too stunned, too dumb found to speak. it's as if your tongue tied itself into knots. the chairs creak and the group of shenanigans leave. sirius tightens his grip on your hand, trying to get you look at him.

it's barely a whisper that leaves your throat,

'yeah,' you squeeze his hand back.

he smiles, kissing the corner of your mouth.

[7waystreet]

dirty confessions | kim taehyung

This BTS 18+ explicit series will include 7 diary entries (one from each of the bangtan boys) confessing to the dirty thoughts they have about (y/n) and the sinful sexual acts they've part taken in during their lives.

I kindly ask the reader to start with pt.1 and end with pt.7 since it's a series and will contain overlapping scenarios and characters ♡

✬ foreword pt. 1 — seokjin pt. 2 — yoongi pt. 3 — namjoon pt. 4 — hoseok pt. 5 — jimin pt. 6 — taehyung pt. 7 — jungkook

pt. 6 — taehyung

Hi diary,

I have a confession to make. Not only did I indulge in that mind blowing threesome with Jimin and his chick, but I also secretly fucked Jungkook's gf (y/n) in the butt.

It's not just lust when it comes to (y/n)... she's been my best friend for years and I've been in love with her for as long as I can remember, much before the time she began dating Jungkook. I'd never confessed my feelings to her out of the fear of losing her, and looking back, I'm thankful I never did bcuz she ended up falling for Jungkookie anyways. It took me months to finally accept I'd never have her, my heart breaking every single time I saw them together happily in love, until I forced myself to get over it.

Her happiness means the world to me.

But everything changed when (y/n) approached me with a dark cloud looming above her head during our group roller skating meetup last weekend, appearing very much unlike her usual fun self... everything changed forever.

Hobi hyung and I struggle the most while roller skating, the fear of death flashing right before my eyes when I tumbled and got ready to fall smack onto the floor. But I suddenly felt two soft arms curl around my waist and hold me up straight from slipping, her fresh sweet scent seeping into my senses confirming my best friend (y/n) had indeed saved my ass. A heat flared through my chest knowing she was so close to me and enveloping my back in her warmth, my broken heart desperately pleading she'd never let go... but just like that, she inched out of the embrace and helped turn me around, a smile perking up my lips when my eyes met her beautiful ones.

But that happiness quickly faded away after I noticed the somber look on her dulled out face.

"What's wrong?" I asked her with a deepening concern, my fear of being on skates instantly disappearing as all of my attention went straight to her, trying to understand the reason behind her sadness.

"It's Kook."

My heart dropped hearing the depressing tone in her voice bcuz I knew how much he meant to her, her joyless demeanor indicating something was seriously wrong. I asked her what'd happened but it made me feel guilty as her eyes started to flood with tears. So I suggested if she just wanted to hangout after roller skating and talk about it, to which she agreed with a nod, then slowly drifting away towards Jungkookie while he was too busy playing with others.

"I think Kook's cheating on me. He just seems so distracted lately and he barely wants to have sex... I can't help but think he's with someone else. Sorry Tae. I know this is all TMI, but I couldn't share this stuff with anyone else but you."

As much as my sore heart wanted her to shut the fuck up about her sex life with Jeon Jungkook, I knew I had to put aside my hurt feelings and be there for my best friend. I assured her the young one was probably just stressed out bcuz of the upcoming concert prep as he always wants to give his 110% for ARMY, and that's probably why he seemed distant. There was no real proof that could confirm he was cheating on her, and I didn't want to feed her anxiety any more than what the poor girl was already experiencing. I wanted her to feel better.

My tummy madly flipped around when she suddenly flung her body onto mine, making me sink back into the couch's cushion with her weight on top of me, her small face buried in my chest while I could hear her silent sobs and shudders of worry. Nothing else mattered in that moment, my arms engulfing her in a big bear hug at once and holding her tight, her makeup staining my hoodie in the prettiest way possible.

I assured (y/n) that nobody could hurt her as long as I was standing by her side, which would be for the rest of our lives. My gut wrenched when she pulled away and looked up at me with glistening eyes, sniffling her snot heavy before a smile cracked through her gorgeous lips, my own mouth reflecting a grin when she sighed out in ease after a long time of crying.

"Why do you even put up with all my bullshit?" she awkwardly chuckled, cutely wiping her tears away with the back of her palm, but she froze in place when I blurted out "That's what you do for the girl you love."

The next couple of mins are burned into my memory forever for the way they made me feel a roller coaster of emotions... mostly an overwhelming amount of regret though. (y/n) gazed into my eyes while both her hands were still on my chest, her swollen face then leaning up to mine and pressing our lips together in a soft, sizzling kiss. The way our breaths naturally synced and fastened up made us both pause with our eyes closed shut to comprehend what'd just happened, our noses slightly touching as we remained inches away from each others faces. We'd just willingly shared our first kiss together.

I wasn't sure how we'd ended up doing this now after years of being the closest of friends... everything almost feeling like a dream, but to my pleasure it wasn't. (y/n) was mine in that moment, and I was willing to do anything to make her feel happy. I did respectfully ask to check if this is really what she wanted and she confirmed she did... if (y/n) felt peace in my arms, then I was gonna give her just that.

The best part was none of this shit felt weird, not even when we'd both made our way into the safety of my bedroom, probably bcuz (y/n) and I've slept in the same bed plenty of times before, just never in a sexual way like tonight. We'd already gotten into a hot makeout within seconds, our lips struggling to stay detached while I lightly sucked on her tongue, our hands slowly exploring one another's bodies to get used to touching each other in this unashamed way. It's crazy how many emotions I'd repressed all these years, passionate emotions I felt for her that were bursting out of me when my body got on top of hers and saw her crumble underneath my touch.

Her lips quivered when my palm wrapped around her neck and added a slight pressure, her face lighting up with excitement by seeing this hidden dominant side of me in such a way, my lips grazing her shivering ones as I leaned down and asked her "Is there something you wanted to try in bed... something he didn't do that I could help you with?"

My blood set on fire when she choked out "Anal" the more I added pressure on her throat with my palm, my lips immediately crashing into hers after hearing that word, my whole being now kissing her with a raging thrill, her moans mingling with mine while we began to really get into the mood.

The key to making any girl comfortable for anal is foreplay, and although (y/n) suggested drinking alcohol to loosen ourselves up, I refused the offer as I wanted to be in my senses and live in the present without being under any kind of influence. We naturally eased into a rhythm in no time though, our bodies wildly grinding against one another to up our desires even more, my throbbing cock rubbing onto her clit through our clothes enough to make her want to tear my clothes off right then and there.

I'll never forget the shocked looked on (y/n)'s face when she looked down at my big boner pop out after she'd pulled off my sweatpants, her throat visibly taking in a big gulp at the thought of my dick entering her tight lil ass. But the worry on her face faded away the second my mouth touched her clit, the way I was going down on her melting her into sweet pudding, although her pussy tasted way better than that. (y/n)'s moans and yelps were getting me off, my eyes focused up on her face while my tongue circled her clit and sucked on it with the perfect titillating pressure, my mouth then teasing her folds and slurping up her juices already flooding out while I rubbed her clit with my thumb to keep arousing her and loosening her muscles.

It was the most intimate night of my life, the trust we both feel in each other as best friends allowing us to let go and perform such a sensitive act without worry. Just seeing her arch her back and get on all fours for me made me harden up even more, the sexy view of her fine ass right in front of me making my stomach drop while I poured a ton of lube on my cock and rubbed a little on her hole, her knees instantly shuddering at my touch. Leaning down towards her face, I kissed (y/n) and told her to communicate with me if anything hurt or felt uncomfortable and she eagerly kissed me back and smiled to finally give me the go.

Holy shit was it magical... the level of tightness in her ass something I'd never experienced before, the tip of my cock gradually inching in while I observed her moves, (y/n) whimpering and clutching the sheets in fists to get through the initial pain. I wanted to do everything possible to ease her into it so I guided my girl through the entirety of the sex, encouraging her to simultaneously touch herself the way she liked it while I stretched her butt out. My dick was fully nestled inside her hole by now, (y/n)'s fingers rubbing her clit in circles to the dirty talk I was now feeding her, praising her for how hot she was making me feel, how she was going to make me cum so hard, and how I wanted to keep fucking her all night long until she couldn't stand up or walk.

All of my fantasies were playing out one by one as I talked nasty to her and told (y/n) just how bad I wanted to ruin her, her chest shuddering while she kept touching herself and I picked up the pace of fucking her anally, my cock on cloud 9 feeling the friction of her ass against my bare skin, the need to cum approaching soon while (y/n)'s screams indicated she was nearing her end too.

My huge load of cum dripped right out of her asshole like a cream donut after I came straight into her with a breathless sigh, (y/n)'s legs clenching and her chest collapsing after she'd cum herself from the heightened combination of things. The sight was too beautiful to take in. Her legs gave out and she fell flat on the bed, her face in the mattress and body shaking as she tried to gain her severed breath, my body laying down next to her and rubbing her back to soothe her as I tried to calm down from my high myself.

(y/n) finally turned around and smiled at me, the both of us acknowledging the fact that nothing would change between us despite sharing this unforgettable experience together. Everything felt perfect.

a/n ♡

i imagined a "friends to lovers" plot for tae as it'd suit him the best over the others, knowing he's a social butterfly with many friends irl. altho this storyline has similarities to hoseok's, the motive behind the sex in both plots is diff; tae's not wishing revenge or lust like hobi. tae simply loves (y/n) but it blinds his judgement of betraying jungkook. tae is known to acting on whim irl and just doing what his heart freely desires, so the unplanned act with (y/n) doesn't come as a shocker.

— social butterfly: tae's able to establish a rapport with jimin's gf just like he is with jungkook's gf without having his own gf. he naturally possesses the quality to bond with various people, which is shown by the way he's able to hookup with both girls without any awkwardness

— eccentric persona: anal isn't the most common sexual act but it doesn't scare him when (y/n) suggests it. he's accepting of trying new things especially with his best friend, a reflection of tae's "free spirit" personality and lifestyle irl

— care giver: instead of drinking alcohol as a short cut to loosening up, he makes (y/n) feel comfortable by going down on her, easing her into things bcuz acts of service is a big part of his love language irl

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Would I be the asshole for breaking up with my partner over something my best friend told me?

Hi, I'm 20, (they/he) and have been seeing said partner, 23 (any, also I'll call them V from now on) for almost three years apparently. We met in 2020 at a BLM demonstration and quickly became friends. Back then I had been crushing on them for a while but was in a then closed relationship. My girlfriend of that time (20, she/her, let'scall her F) and I opened our relationship and around Halloween I told V. They asked if it was open sexually or also open romantically. After discussing it with F, we said romantically as well, even though I knew that I was unable to commit 100% to loving someone besides F.

Yes, I know. I should have been honest back then. And I was, in a way. I told V that I didn't think I could love them the same way I loved F. It didn't matter then. But it does now.

F broke up with me in February and since then V and I have gotten closer and gone on regular dates and stuff. I still can't love them the way I should, though. I don't know why. We send each other hearts all the time and I tell them I love them, but only in English, because the words in my native language are too heavy and more meaningful (to me at least).

Now I have thought about breaking up with V thousands of times, and always felt bad because how do I explain that even though I said it(that I loved them) I never meant it 100%?

Last week my two best friends W (20, any) and K(20, he/him) (who are dating btw) were supposed to look after my cat (3, she/her). V was there when W showed up and I explained what to do, when to feed her etc.

Now apparently, when I was gone for a hot second to take out the trash or something, V bit W. V has always been a very affectionate and touchy person which has put off both W and K before, since they barely know V and aren't that touchy even with people they know very well (like me. We've known each other for 9 years and been best friends for 8 and 6 of those respectively). So W told me they signalled that they felt uncomfortable with that but V tried to do it a second time and was only apprehended by W fleeing.

Normally, this kind of boundary violation would cause me to cut ties with someone immediately. I am not a stranger to unwanted affection and know that W feels extremely violated by this. It affected them so much they were mentally incapable to take care of my cat and in the end, V ended up looking after her. Which is why it is so hard for me to know what to do.

W is my best friend. I love them dearly and wouldn't have survived school without them. They were violated and felt so horrible and dirty they had to take a long shower to even feel like a person again.

V is my partner who keeps telling their friends and family how well things are between us. I love their mum and I know some of their friends through work and the CSD parade. I feel so guilty about sort of lying to them and saw this incident as an out of a relationship that should've provably ended months ago.

So would breaking up with them over this make me the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[callmelola111]

guilty conscience ☆ part four

 ← part 1 , part 2 , part 3 ⭑ part 5 →

synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate the already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

      |✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 3.2k

      |✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, SMUT (18+ ONLY), modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, frequent swearing, sexual tension, cat lol, fingering (r receiving), oral (r recieving), kinda nipple play, dom!ellie, sub!reader, public-ish sex, ellie is a cheater cheater pumpkin eater (i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: honestly was getting fed up with myself writing this part. like goddamn bitch can we get a happy ending already? so much angst and drama from ellie that you might just wanna beat her tf up. it gets so slutty though and i love it. i hope this is feeds the ache for y'all, lmk cause this is my first attempt at smut!! anyways, thanks 4 the support and much love from me to you <;3

After that special night with Ellie, you realized there was no more ignoring the situation at hand. She left you feeling empty just as quick as she had made you feel full. And you cared so much for her, despite the fact. No matter how much you wanted to stand your ground, your mind always got stuck on the possibilities. The possibility that Ellie was feeling everything you were… The possibility that there was a happy ending in sight… The possibility that Cat meant nothing.

With all these feelings circling your mind, you felt too biased to make the right decision when it came to her. You decided it was time to tell Dina. You quickly picked up your phone and gave her a call, inviting her out to coffee. Thankfully Dina offered to drive, as you were still stranded at Ellie’s bandmates place. 10 minutes later, she was out front honking. 

Dina greeted you with a squeal, “Hiii love!! I missed you!”

Before you could reciprocate her greeting she spoke again, “Wait who’s house is this? How was last night? Oh my god Y/n, did you hook up with someone?? Pleaseee tell me!!” Dina’s thoughts were going 100 mph trying to guess the context of this little rendezvous. 

“That’s why I asked you to coffee. Trust me, I’m going to explain everything.” Your mysterious answer left Dina even more intrigued. The both of you arrived at the coffee shop, ordered your drinks, and took a seat at a little table in the corner. 

“Soooo… TELL ME ALREADY,” Dina exclaimed impatiently as you fidgeted in your seat not even sure where to start. You stared through the shop window at nothing in particular as you mulled over the timeline of Ellie and you. Dina could see the cogs in your brain turning and knew this conversation was going to be about more than a silly little one night stand. You finally spoke 3 words, “it’s about Ellie.”

“Ellie? God I should’ve known, I’m literally your best friend!!”

“It's fine D, I’ve been pretty radio silent about my love life on purpose. See, it’s much more complicated. Like a gut wrenching, sick and twisted, WLW heartbreak kind of complicated. How long can you stay and talk?”

“I’m all yours babe, give me every last detail. I'm serious,” Dina urged. So, you did. The debrief took a total of 3 hours and 2 iced coffees to get through. It felt so good getting everything off your chest. 

Dina gave you just the right advice too, “Communication is key.” You knew it was stupid but talking about it upfront was the last thing you had thought to do. It seemed too scary to face Ellie like that, but you knew it was the right choice. Sure it was hard dealing with these feelings and you wanted answers, but you also lived with this girl. You owed it to yourself and to her to figure out this bullshit. You didn’t want to be in a constant state of tension and resentment every time the two of you had to be around each other (which was all the time).

After a morning well spent, you and Dina said your goodbyes and she dropped you back off at your dorm. You walked through the front doors and swiped your student ID to access the elevator. You leaned against the cold, metal walls as you brainstormed how to approach Ellie. You had a good idea of what to say up until you were opening the door and coming face to face with her. She made you forget everything. But, despite your blank mind, you were determined.

“Ellie, we need to talk, seriously.” You tried to assert yourself, but your breaths were shaky from nerves. Ellie looked up from her desk nonchalantly and gave you a blank stare like she had no idea what you were talking about. This really pissed you off.

“Don’t give me that fucking look Ellie, you know exactly what I’m talking about. How could you just leave me like that?”

“Hey relax, it’s not like that.” she stood up and answered calmly, which made you want to slap her even more. Ellie could put on a game face better than she could ever be vulnerable. No matter the damage her lack of honesty caused.

“It’s not like that? Be real with yourself for one fucking second Ellie.” 

“Fuck you bro, I don’t need this shit.” she retaliated, not meaning a word she spat out.

“FUCK YOU!” you shouted, moving into her space. Instead of moving back, Ellie stayed right there with you, standing her ground. You felt the heat of her body against yours and an erotic sensation growing between your legs. Your eyes began to glaze over with tears of desperation, she had this unexplained power over you.

“Ellie, I- I can’t keep doing this with you.”

“Can’t keep doing what?” she asked. It’s like Ellie needed you to admit it first before she could even acknowledge it on her own. She longed to hear your passionate confessions and anguished pleas.

“I can’t keep beating around the bush with you. I like you Ellie and it’s driving me fucking crazy because you act like you could care less. You taunt me with your stupid sexy charm and stupid flirty touch just to run right back to Cat. But right here, right now, you can’t deny the tension between us. I need you Ellie.” Tears began to stream down your face and you wiped them away with haste. A beat of loud silence echoed through the room before Ellie finally answered.

“I don’t mean to tease, but there’s just so much at stake when it comes to me and you. Can't you see? I know I’m a piece of shit. I mean, here I am with a perfectly fine girlfriend, yet inches away from my roommate, hardly able to resist her touch.”

“Then don't Ellie. Forget about everyone and please just kiss me.” You were practically begging, it was so pitiful. Ellie placed a hand to your shoulder and shoved you against the wall.

“God Y/n just STOP IT!” 

You melted under her agonizing touch, “W-why not me?” You stuttered and took in  her hot breaths that hit your face as she panted through her frustration. It wasn’t much longer till the two of you could no longer restrain.

Ellie stared at her dirty converse to avoid your pleading eyes, “I just can’t, I can’t cheat. I'm not a cheater.” She was shaking her head profusely as if to rid her mind of the lustful thoughts that consumed her. She wanted you so bad it hurt. You took her face in your hands and lifted her gaze to yours in a last attempt.

“Ellie-,” you gasped, as the aching became unbearable. You’d surrender to her touch right now if she only asked. As Ellie looked back at you, she wished Cat didn’t exist, you were all she ever wanted and you were right there. She just had to say the words and you’d be hers.

Ellie’s head fell into the crook of your neck in desperation. Her hands moved up and down your clothed body searching for some sort of release. 

“Ellie please, I need you.” you whimpered into her ear. The vibrations sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and just like that she snapped. All her morals disappeared as she found your wrist and grasped it firmly, leading your hand to the waistband of your pants.

She whispered back, “show me.” With her permission your hand darted down to the ache. You slid your fingers through the mess Ellie invoked with just her words before stopping on the big ball of nerves that begged to be touched. 

Before you could ease the yearning down below, Ellie interrupts, “I said show me.” A smirk grew upon her face as she watched you discern the meaning of her risky comment. You retrieved your fingers in obedience to Ellie and were prepared to do whatever else she asked.

Immediately, Ellie took your sticky fingers and brought them to her plump lips. Slowly she planted kisses from the tips of your digits down to your knuckles. It felt like a dream. Of course, Ellie knew she should stop, but when her freckled nose caught the sweet smell of your juices she dreamed of tasting them too. 

“Put your hands back in your pants.” she demanded with agency. Back inside they went, fingers quick to locate your empty hole. You couldn’t take it, your middle finger gently slid in and a breath escaped your open mouth. You shut your eyes and an in-and-out rhythm ensued. Ellie grew wet herself as she watched you writhe with pleasure. She couldn’t help but tell you.

“I love watching you touch yourself like that.” Her comment evoked a strained moan from your lips as you imagined her fingers inside instead of your own. Ellie cupped her cunt, trying to fight her infidelity but failing miserably.

“Can I see your fingers again please? I- I wanna taste it.”

“Need me that bad?” you teased, like you hadn’t been dreaming of this moment for ages. But Ellie had no time for games and took matters into her own hands. She captured your fingers herself. Her tongue flattened to the length of them before her mouth completely closed in on the treat. She sucked with vigor until your flavor dissipated.

“Tastes so good” she hummed, eyes blown out with pleasure. 

“How about you really taste it?” you taunted. The twisted and erotic nature of the interaction left you in a trance. 

“You know I can’t Y/n. It- It would be wrong.” Ellie spoke as if sucking your roommates slick right off her fingers wasn’t just as much of a betrayal as any sexual act. At this point morals felt so out of the question but your words from nights before continued to repeat in her head.

“Me? Mess it up for you? Don’t worry Ellie, you can do that all on your own, believe me.”

She was at odds with herself, not knowing whether to dive in head first or run away while she could. 

“Please Ellie, I need you inside me.” you begged. She brushed the back of her hand down your face apologetically and planted a kiss on your forehead.

A single tear fell as she said, “I just can’t do this. I have to go,” and turned towards the door. Ellie disappeared out of the room and you sunk to the floor, defeated once more. I guess old habits really do die hard. 

After Ellie left, she didn’t show back up to your dorm for the next 3 days. At first you were pissed off and hurt, but the longer she was gone, the more that bitterness turned into worry. She became the only thing on your mind. You had tried calling and texting but to no avail. Out of desperation, you even decided to ask Cat in class. Dina supervised from afar as you confronted her.

“Cat, I know you don’t like me, but can I please just ask you something,” you said with hesitance.

“Great observation! You’re right, I don’t like you. Now, what do you want?” she snapped.

“It’s about Ellie, I haven't seen her in 3 days and I’m really worried. Do you know where she is?” Cat paused to think before she gave you an answer.

“She’s been staying at my place. Is there a problem? I mean, I am her girlfriend,” she scoffed. Truthfully, Cat hadn’t seen Ellie for the past 3 days either but God forbid she let you find that out. She didn’t want you thinking you had any sort of chance with her girlfriend now that she seemed to be getting iced out too.

Of course, her plan worked just how she wanted and you were just about ready to give up on Ellie. You walked back to your dorm dragging your feet hopelessly. When you arrived you were greeted by none other than the girl who’d been fueling your worry.

“Ellie? What the fuck. What are you doing here?”

“I mean, I live here right?” she answered while rummaging through her things. Here she goes again, pissing you off like usual.

“I thought you did too until you went awol for 3 whole days without saying a thing. If you wanna stay with Cat that bad just tell me. I don’t need you sparing my feelings. You’ve already done enough.” Your anger spoke for you and Ellie was baffled.

“Cat? What makes you say that? I’ve been at my parents this whole time.”

You snapped, “Don't lie to me Ellie, I know you were at her place. If you love Cat so much, just be with her and leave me the fuck alone.” Ellie then grabbed her guitar and slinged on a backpack.

“Fine, I will leave you alone. I have a show to be at anyways.” And just like that, gone again.

You replayed the past hour in your head and considered the fact that maybe Ellie was telling the truth. Cat was never known to be a saint, so her lying all of the sudden seemed likely. This time, instead of waiting for Ellie to come back around, you decided to chase after her.

You quickly threw on a revenge outfit and put on some mascara. You stared in the mirror at your black mini skirt and tight crop top. You couldn’t deny it, you looked fucking hot. The peak in confidence pushed you right out the door and to the venue of Ellie’s show.

When you arrived her band was already on stage playing. You realized this was your first time ever hearing them together and decided to really soak it in. Ellie looked so happy doing what she loved despite all the drama happening off stage. She was even better than you thought. You watched as she plucked the strings and bobbed her head along with the beat. You hated how much it turned you on. The tattoo you loved so much was on full display and her arm muscles flexed with each chord. She’d occasionally bite her bottom lip in concentration and it drove you wild. Her set finally finished and you were more than pleased, mentally and physically. Ellie got off stage and you quickly ran after, shouting her name.

“Hey can we talk please? I wanna say sorry.” you explained.

“Fine, come with me to the bathroom, it’s quieter there.” She grabbed your hand and led you. You pushed yourself up to sit on the marble counters that housed the sinks. Ellie looked you up and down, waiting for you to speak. She took note of how good you looked before frantically spewing an apology.

“I’m sorry for accusing you of lying. I was stupid and asked Cat if she had seen you recently. Of course she told me you’d been with her and I blindly believed.” 

She seemed to be listening so you continued your ranting, “I really hate to fight Els. I miss having fun with you. I wanna move on from everything and just be happy. Together, me and you.” You looked up to flash her some puppy dog eyes when you noticed her attention being diverted.

No matter how hard Ellie wanted to pay attention to what you had to say, she couldn’t help but stare up your skirt. Your positioning on the counter gave her the perfect sneak peek of the space between your legs. Once you had caught on to her pervy behavior Ellie fumbled to save face.

“Shit sorry um, I was just, uh, you have cute panties.” She then flashed you a sideways smile trying to make up for that dumpster fire of a “save”.

“You don’t have to apologize, Els.” A cocky look spread across your face and Ellie recognized what game you were playing.

“Well then I’d just like to say, the wet spot on them is even cuter.” Your face turned hot as you registered the fact that the same girl who made you soak through your panties was about to be the one to take them off.

Ellie slotted herself between your knees as you sat on the counter. Shock turned to hunger in a matter of seconds as you practically consumed each other. Her mouth engulfed yours as if there was no need for air. You desperately clung to her body, using your legs to pull in closer. Ellie grabbed at your chest as she slipped her wet tongue into your desperate kiss. You gasped into her mouth when she found your nipples through the thin fabric of your top. She twisted them with power before removing your shirt completely. Ellie separated from your mouth for just a split second to admire the beauty before her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” she gushed and then used both hands to push your legs apart. Your cunt was on full display through the soaked fabric, your skirt bunched up around your hips. Ellie used her calloused fingers to trace the delicate folds peeking from the cloth and you jolted as she brushed past your sensitive spot. She hooked into your panties to scootch the fabric to the side before you suddenly interrupted.

“Ellieeee, we’re in a public bathroom.” She pouted at you with desperation. Ellie needed you now. Out of pure impulse, she grabbed you by the hips, hands cupping your ass, and stumbled with you into the big stall. 

“Take them off” she demanded. You seductively slipped the pink, lace thong you were wearing down to your ankles. The cold air alone on your exposed folds was enough to send a sensation through your body. Ellie retrieved your littered painties and shoved them into her pocket for “safe keeping”. She remained on her knees in the tight bathroom stall and began planting kisses on your inner thighs. These kisses turned into small bites as the shared arousal became overwhelming to your senses.

Ellie eventually found her way to right where you wanted her. Her fingers spread you apart taking mental note of each delicate fold. You gasped in pleasure, as if to urge her to continue. The wet sensation of her tongue finally met your aching clit and a sultry moan escaped your lips. Your opening clenched at the contact as she coached you through the bliss that was her mouth.

“I know it feels good but you gotta be quiet for me baby. Just breathe.” You had barely gotten the hang of keeping calm before her fingers dove in to give you twice as much satisfaction.

You gripped Ellie’s forearm for support as she twisted in and out of your throbbing cunt. She was determined to make you feel good. She needed to make up for her bad behavior.

With that thought in mind, she dove back in with her mouth followed by the curling of her fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but screech and Ellie quickly shot a hand up to cover your mouth. So goddamn noisy. As she continued, you inched closer and closer to the precipice of an orgasm.

The bathroom brimmed with the wet sounds of Ellie’s tongue lapping you up, her fingers assaulting your hole, and the moans she did her best to muffle. But, suddenly, those weren’t the only sounds that filled the room.

“Ellie? Baby, is that you?”

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Dominance + vulnerability & You.

lee heeseung - Hum me to sleep

It had become a comforting ritual—Heeseung singing or humming you to sleep, even when he was away on tour. His voice mails and FaceTime lullabies had a way of easing your mind and helping you drift off. But tonight was different. Heeseung came home, utterly exhausted and stressed. Without a word, he collapsed onto the bed, forgetting your nightly routine.

You watched him for a moment, noticing the way he was sprawled uncomfortably, his face etched with tension even in sleep. Your heart ached seeing him like this. Quietly, you crawled up onto the bed and settled beside him, gently rubbing his back.

Slowly, you began to hum one of the lullabies he often sang to you. Your soft, soothing melody filled the room, and you felt his body gradually relax under your touch. Heeseung's eyes fluttered open briefly, and you saw them glisten with unshed tears.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

"Shh, it's okay," you murmured, continuing to hum. "I'm here for you."

Heeseung's eyes closed again, a single tear slipping down his cheek. Your gentle humming and the warmth of your presence wrapped around him like a blanket, offering the comfort he desperately needed.

As he finally began to drift into a more peaceful sleep, you whispered, "You've always been here for me. Let me be here for you too."

Heeseung's breathing steadied, and a small, grateful smile appeared on his lips. In that moment, you knew that no matter how tough things got, you would always have each other.

park jay - Good bite

Jay had always taken care of you, cooking your favorite meals and making sure you ate well. But lately, he hadn't been doing well himself. Between his sickness and his knee injury, he felt guilty about not being able to spend time with you or cook for you like he used to.

One evening, feeling the weight of his guilt, he left his room in search of you. He found you in the kitchen, fixing up the table in a cooking gown. The aroma of his favorite food filled the air.

"Sit down, Jay. The food is done," you said warmly, noticing him standing there, looking both surprised and grateful.

Jay walked over and sat down, still staring at you in amazement. You sat next to him and, without a word, took a spoonful of the food and brought it to his lips. He let you feed him, feeling a mixture of relief and gratitude wash over him.

As he finished the meal, you got up to clear the dishes. Just as you were about to walk away, Jay reached out and gently pulled you by your wrist. You stumbled slightly and ended up sitting on his lap. Before you could react, he placed his lips on yours, kissing you deeply.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were filled with emotion. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with gratitude. "For taking care of me."

You smiled, cupping his face in your hands. "You’ve always taken care of me, Jay. It’s my turn to take care of you now."

He nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too," you replied, leaning in to kiss him again, knowing that no matter what challenges came your way, you would always have each other.

sim jake - would you wash my back

Jake was known for his boundless energy and goofball nature, always the one to lift everyone's spirits even after a grueling 10-hour practice. But today, when you visited his dorm, something felt off. You heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom and assumed it was one of his members. However, you quickly remembered that they were all out, which made you worry.

You knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no response for a few minutes. Anxiety rising, you decided to enter. There he was, Jake, sitting in the bathtub fully clothed, the water running over him. His usually vibrant eyes were dim, and he looked utterly exhausted.

"Jake, what's wrong? Why are you—" you began, but he cut you off with a weak smile.

"Y/N, would you please wash my back?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, baby of course anything for you" you said, your voice half-whispering as you climbed into the bathtub with him. You gently removed his soaked shirt and positioned him between your thighs, his back resting against your chest.

You grabbed a washcloth and started to wipe his back tenderly, the warm water mingling with your gentle strokes. The tension in his shoulders slowly began to ease, and he leaned back into you, finding comfort in your touch.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice breaking slightly.

You kissed the top of his head, your heart aching for him. "I love you too, Jake," you replied softly.

For a while, you both sat there in silence, the water still running and your presence providing the solace he needed. In that moment, you knew that no matter how strong and energetic he seemed on the outside, Jake had his own battles, and you were determined to be there for him, just as he always was for you.

park sunghoon- eye's talk

Sunghoon had always been a very private guy, rarely speaking about his emotions and valuing his personal space. Despite this, you and he had found a way to make your relationship work, navigating the nuances of his reserved nature and your mutual preference for keeping things private. Today, he came home after showcasing his group's new comeback, worn out but relieved now that the album was finally out. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest.

As he entered the dorm, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. Hearing the door open, you jumped up, happiness flooding your face as you saw him. But when your eyes met his, you could see the exhaustion mingled with relief. His eyes were speaking to you without words.

Without hesitation, you opened your arms, offering the comfort he needed. He walked straight into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly and nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. You held him close, your hand gently stroking his back, giving him the solace he craved after such a long and demanding day.

After a while, he pulled back slightly and looked into your eyes. His gaze was full of unspoken emotions, gratitude, and love. You smiled softly at him, your own eyes reflecting the depth of your feelings.

"I love you more, baby," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Sunghoon closed his eyes, savoring the moment and the comfort your presence brought him. For someone who rarely expressed his emotions, this was his way of letting you in, showing his appreciation and love without having to say much. And you understood him perfectly, knowing that sometimes, the most profound emotions were communicated without words.

Please don't steal or copy , thank you

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a loak x twin sister reader were reader and loak are kids and are doing the most stupid things like pushing each other out of trees, wrestling, that kind of stuff then time jump to now and they are explaining what they used to do to aounung rotxo and tsiraya, and all three are like " Excuse me" then neteyam is like "you're surprised?" Just some funny stuff

(Neteyam is fine in this cause my heart) :(

A/N: I loved this request so much <3, I based the twins on Zack and Cody from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

It's a twin thing: Lo'ak Sully

Your dad was sure that he was gonna be sent to an early grave from the amount of stress that you and your brother put him through. See you and Lo'ak were twins and identical ones at that and lived to be absolute menaces. You two would always fight and wrestle with each other and bicker with each other over the stupidest things and the older you got the more bolder and stupider you got. 

"So twin I was thinking..." Lo'ak said. 

"That's a dangerous thing." You said making Spider laugh at your comment. 

"You know we never had a rematch since the last fight that you won." He said as you rolled your eyes.

"We don't need to have one. I'm the strongest twin. For example." You said before you pushed him off the branch causing him to fall through the trees.

"Bro! Lo'ak are you okay?" Spider asked running down to go check on him. 

"I'm fine. Damn sis, you pushed me like a damn dude." He said groaning as you helped him. 

"Told you I was the strongest one." You said with a shrug. 

"Oh really?" He said as you two started wrestling each other as Spider moved out of the way knowing how rough you two can get during these. 

Neteyam had been tasked with going to hunt down the three of you, and as he was walking through the woods he could hear fighting and grunting making him reach for his knife just in case he wasn't you two idiots. He reached the clearing and saw you and Lo'ak on the ground fighting with each other while Spider leaned up against the tree with an amused look on his face. 

"Do I even wanna know?" He asked Spider. 

"No probably not. She pushed him out the tree and said she was stronger than him and then they got into another wrestling match as you can see." Spider said as Neteyam shook his head at you two. 

"Alright, that's enough, you two." Neteyam said pulling Lo'ak off of him. 

"Bro I was winning." Lo'ak complained as Neteyam helped you off the ground and brushed some of the dirt off of you.

"Only because I was letting you." You said getting ready to start the fight back up until Neteyam stopped you. 

"It's almost eclipse. We need to get home. Let's go you three." Neteyam said. 

While you were walking home, you and Lo'ak kept pushing and bumping into each other until he bumped you a little hard causing you to fall to the ground with a yelp as your twin laughed as your older brother rolled his eyes at you two.

"One word. Payback for earlier." He with a smirk as Spider and Neteyam helped you up. 

After Spider's kidnapping and the return of the Sky People, your family was forced to leave the forest and go safety somewhere else. While you were leaving, you felt your twin reach for your hand making you look up at him, which brought a small smile to your parent's faces at how you two could communicate without saying anything. 

After nearly weeks of traveling on their ikrans, your family had finally arrived in Awa'atlu, desperately seeking Uturu to get away from war. You guys were ultimately granted sanctuary with a warning from your dad directed at you and your twin to be on your best behavior and not up to your usual antics. 

"You miss him don't you?" Your twin asked coming to take a seat next to you as you feed your ilu.

"Yeah." You said quietly. 

"I miss him too. I feel guilty for not realizing he was missing until it was too late." He said as you reached for his hand. 

"He's gonna be okay, we'll find some way to get him back." You said squeezing his hand as you two continued feeding your ilu's. 

A few days later, the twins and Neteyam were sitting with Tsierya, Roxto, and Ao'nung talking about the forest and the twins were discussing some of their former antics with laughs while their three new friends looked at them in shock. 

"You pushed him out of a tree?" Tsierya asked shocked. 

"Yeah, I did. It was only fair for all the times he push me out of one." You said with a shrug.

"But you seem so nice. I can imagine you two doing something like that." Roxto said as Neteyam laughed.

"Surprised? Don't be. I'm sure that they are only like this because our dad told them not to do anything to get us kicked out." Neteyam said. 

"I would love to see you two fight." Ao'nung said. 

"Sorry fish man, our fights aren't for your entertainment." You said to him. 

"That was a good one sis, but she's right. We only fight each other for our own amusement and not for your entertainment." Lo'ak said glaring at him. 

You and your twin may be reckless and feed into each other's intrusive thoughts but at the end of the day, you two would always have each other back through thick and thin. 

[muzansfangs]

Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Kokushibo, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa (mention to past relationship between Sanemi and the reader), Kanae (mentioned);

Warnings: fluff, angst, mention to death and murder, panic attack, puking, platonic relationship between the reader and Genya, bullying, language, sugar daddy dynamics.

Plot: The day of your first public appearence with Muzan has finally arrived. The plan is simple: you need to pretend to casually bump into each other at the park. Trying to chase away some anxiety, you cross the gates and make your way to the designed area he had asked you to be but you hear someone’s voice. Ghosts from your past force you to step in the middle of a fight and you do not hesitate to stand up for your ex’s younger brother. Shaken by some informations you heard from him, you run away only to bump into Muzan. Smile, smile for the camera. It is your first encounter, after all.

| chapter 9 |

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HOW WE MET.

"Kokushibo, I'm not ready for this" you whispered, fanning yourself with your hand in the car.

The bodyguard sitting next to you, his hands gripping the steering-wheel tightly, glanced at you briefly and quizzically quirked an eyebrow up. Today was a special day for you, but sadly a dreadful day for him. He was the unlucky one who had to deal with the future First Lady about to make her first public appearence with Muzan.

Actually, an anxious First Lady.

Why were you panicking? Well, it was not the fact that you were going to be in public with him for the first time. On the contrary, it would have been kind of fun. What troubled you was that he wanted it to look real. It would have not been a simple stroll around the park with him. You had to literally pretend it was your first encounter ever.

"Don't screw it up. We have to feed them a perfect love story, a fairytale", Muzan had told you yesterday night, when you were still a panting mess sitting on his lap.

It was a lot to deal with. How could you pretend you did not know him, after all the wicked things he had done to you and the possessive words he had never stopped whispering in your ear since you had moved over. Also, you were getting so comfortable around him that you had no trouble in confronting him. You were free to tease him like no one else dared to do.

Your relationship, whatever it was made of, was already developing.

"Yes, you are" Kokushibo flatly replied, as he pulled over in a nearly desolate street. The plan was simple. Kokushibo had to accompany you in the proximity of the park and you had to go there yourself. Naturally, the tall bodyguard would have kept an eye on you to make sure you would have gotten to your destination safe and sound, but it was better if you two did not interact on the road.

People could not know you knew each other.

You turned towards him, taking your sunglasses off in a dramatic manner, as you met his gaze. Were you seriously already feeling like a superstar? Probably.

"What?" you blurted out, blinking at him skeptically.

Kokushibo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in distress as, for the first time ever in his career, he questioned himself about why he had chosen to work for Muzan and deal with you.

"Get out of the car, or I'll kick you out of it" he said, darting his eyes on the road as you goggled at him. Kokushibo, the respectful and coldest hitman Muzan had, was slowly letting his mask slip out. Were you really getting on his nerves too? You had a talent for wrecking people's nerves, apparently.

"Excuse me?" you piped out, startled by his bluntness.

The man beside you turned his head to the side. He was probably glancing outside the car window, although you could not tell precisely were his gaze was directed. From the white collar of his white shirt, you could see a tattoo. It almost resembled a flame, but you were not too sure about it since his hair covered half of it. Kokushibo was the hardest person to read you had ever met.

"Shock therapy. It always works. There's no time for delay and I am not the type who wipes tears off of your face. Do not expect hugs from me either. Get yourself together and go" he replied calmly, not averting his eyes from the road.

You parted your lips in disbelief as you listened to the stolid man scolding you, as if you were a child. You were stunned in silence, still processing his command as he unlocked the car doors without even glancing back at you to assess your reaction. He was right and you knew it. Yet, you still were determined to mess with him, to deliver him the message that you were not a child and he could at least try to be polite, despite the stressful situations Muzan was putting everyone in.

You pressed your lips together and curled your fingers around the silver handle of the car, clearing your throat "Fine, Coconut. — you chimed, making him whip his head towards you again — Just make sure to get that broom out of your ass, while I'm gone. See you later" you piped put, hopping down of the car and gently closing the door behind you.

You did not even bother glancing back at Kokushibo to assess his reaction. He was probably staring blankly at you. Also, it would have been useless checking on him, since the privacy car window prevented anyone to look into the vehicle.

As you took a deep breath and crossed the road to enter the park, you tried to remember Muzan's instructions. You had dressed as casually as you could, following his suggestion perfectly. Some black Converse, a pair of denim shorts and a black sleeveless shirt. You almost could feel the dim reflection of your old good self walking down the street as a common girl, enjoying the heat of the sun without worrying much about being watched by assassins, or careful not to disappint the devil she was dating.

The birds chirped as they flew from a brench to another, the warm summer breeze grazing your skin and flowing through your air, as you approached the exact spot where you were supposed to meet up with him, making you relax a tad more. The bittersweet scent of flowers pierced your nose and you faintly smiled as you watched a butterfly batting her white wings graciously.

You were about to text Muzan to ask him if he was on his way, when you heard a familiar voice among the boisterous ones of a group of teenagers not too far from you. You would have never mistaken it for someone else's voice. It was impossible, when its owner was a boy you had risked so much for in the past.

He was the brother you never had.

Your head immediately whipped towards the small group of guys, your grip on your smartphone tightening as your eyes widened even so slightly. It was him, you were right, and you were not going to stand still and watch him getting bullied by a bunch of rowdy brats. You did not even have to think twice, you had made up your mind in split second, forgetting about your mission as you jogged towards them.

"You freak, what's happened to your face?" one of the boys said, sneering at the dark-haired guy, gripping the collar of his purple jacket.

He was about to retort something, his fists clenching down his sides, when you stepped in and shoved that guy away from him. You knew he was perfectly capable of defending himself, but you could not let him getting in troubles again. Not under your watch, at least.

"How about you see what happens to yours, if you do not leave him alone?" you sharply asked him, arching your eyebrow as you watched the guy scoff and take a few steps back.

The air was thin as you made sure they took you seriously, as you stood tall in front of them. You were much older than them, they knew better than messing with adults and, therefore, they simply showed you their middle fingers and cussed as they walked away.

Once they had disappeared from your sight, you turned around and your eyes locked with his purple ones.

"Genya" you whispered as he threw his arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

He had grown up since the last time you saw him. He was taller, a little more mature and muscular and, apparently, he did not feel that shy about hugging you anymore. You had not realized how much you had missed him until now, when he was in your arms.

You closed your eyes and allowed a comfortable silence to swallow you two, as if you were in a bubble, safe from the rest of the world.

"You didn't have to do it" Genya uttered then, his face still hidden onto the crook of your neck not daring to look up at you.

You sighed and slowly broke the embrace, smiling softly at him as you made eye-contact. Those eyes, those kind eyes, jarring with his slightly perpetually feral face, had always made your heart melt. How many times did you wipe his tears? How many times did you cook him a meal and how many times did you teach him how to go on a skateboard without losing balance? You had shared entire weeks with him, taking care of his needs and looking after his back, when Sanemi was not there.

"I don't want to see some handcuffs around your wrists" you joked, ruffling his hair lovingly.

The younger Shinazugawa hummed and averted his eyes from him, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. It starteled you the way he was posing right now: it resembled Sanemi so much. Your heart ached, as flashes of your memories together played on repeat before your eyes. You had shared too much together not to care about them anymore.

You had been there for them that night. You were the first person who got to their home, when Sanemi called you in tears. There was blood everywhere. The small corpses of his brothers and sisters were still on the floor, their glassy eyes boring into yours as you held Genya in yours arms and tried to mend his wounds. Life had never been fair for them.

You knew their pain. You had felt it in your own heart too, after all.

"How are you?" you finally broke the silence again, watching the way Genya lowered his gaze on the dusty ground. Your heart dropped into your stomach, knowing damn well what that face meant.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Genya asked you then, kicking a pebble aside to focus on something else that were not your eyes.

"Don't you ever lie to me. Three years ago, you had promised me you would have always been sincere to me. I expect you to stick up to your words" you said calmly, despite the war waging in your heart and the fear seeping into your veins with every passing second.

He furrowed his brows and shrugged, his gaze flicking up to meet yours once again as he finally spoke out "Honestly, since you're gone, it's been a living Hell. I miss you, we miss you".

A bullet through your heart would have probably hurt far less than his words. They cut deeper than a switchblade pushed into your heart and you gulped down nervously, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You missed them too. Things with Sanemi, though, had got complicated back in time. You had arrived adrift, at a point of no return. He did not let you in anymore. He seemed to be distant, colder and then you heard him talking with Kyojuro about that girl with pink irises he had met at work.

Betrayal. You feared it more than anything else in the world and therefore you decided to cut all the ties before it happened.

Maybe it was a very rash thing to do, yet, you knew Sanemi like the back of your hand. He was falling in love with her. He was talking about that girl as if she could bring a smile on his face every single time they met. Hating her was not in your style, but you never wanted to be the spare wheel of someone's heart.

"I miss you too, Genya. — you replied in a softer tone, grasping his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze — Your brother and I could not work out together and we will not be able to fix the mess we made. This does not mean you cannot count on me, though. You can call me and text me whenever you want. Also, I think Sanemi's new girlfriend is not that bad, right?" you said, but you regretted it immediately as you watched Genya's eyes clouding over in saddness.

There was something else that he was not saying.

"Oh... Did they break up? Is she nasty?" you naively asked.

"She's dead. Kanae is dead" Genya flatly said.

Your eyes widened as he mentioned that name and, for a second, you thought you had gone mad. Kanae. Was Kanae the name of that famous girl? Was it not the same name of Shinobu's sister? A coincidence. It had to he a coincidence. Muzan could have not possibly been messing with your life as a puppet master even before you met.

"K-Kanae..." you murmured, stumbling on your own feet as you averted your eyes from your interlocutor to put some pieces of that devious puzzle together.

It should have not made sense, but it made some sense. You never got to know what Sanemi was doing for a living, but you had figured that he might have been an assassin and, if he had met Kanae at work, she was an assassin too.

Genya snapping his fingers in front of your face made you come back to Earth. He seemed concerned, you had zoned out for a little while apperently.

"Are you alright?" the dark-haired Shinazugawa said, scanning in your face perplexedly.

You sighed and squeezed your eyes shut, exhaling through your nostrils in frustration, before you shook your head gently "Actually, no. I just remembered I have to attend an important meeting. Please, go back home and text me, when you arrive" she fretted, kissing his forehead and running off.

Genya stood there, watching you dash away from him as if your life was literally in danger, but he did not question you that much. You were a beautiful disaster he had always loved and that he had missed so dearly.

He grinned and jumped on his skate, sprinting in the opposite direction of the one you had taken.

Sweat was beading your forehead as you approached the willow where you were supposed to wait for Muzan, but you were forced to slow down your frentic run as waves of nausea made your stomach clench. It was absurd, you needed more answers and Muzan ought you a lot of them.

You stopped and panted, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. You had almost succeeded in it, until a familiar cologne pierced your nose and a firm touch, the touch that made you comfortable and irritated at the same time, on your shoulder made you stiff.

You could not stop it, your eyes widened, as you tried to walk away to prevent the catastrophic event to happen. However, he was so idiotic to think you were probably trying to ignore him and screw up his plan that he spun you around.

His red hues met yours for a split second, before you barfed on his expensive mocassins and he cussed under his breath in disbelief.

You blushed, as people started to gather around you, recognizing the famous politician, stuck in a rather embarrassing situation with you. Your mind went blank, already depicting the first page of the local magazins with a frame of you puking on Muzan's shoes in the middle of the park. Shame, panic, anxiety and fear of what Muzan was about to do made you take a step back, but he simply sighed and handed you a tissue.

"Are you alright, miss?" he whispered, actually sounding concerned and satisfied.

So, this is how you two officially met. At least, for the public.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I finally updated another part of my Muzan’s series! I hope you can enjoy this chapter. It is maybe a little bit shorter than the usual length I stick to, but I specifically wanted it to be like that. There are feelings, there is angst and some fluff… There’s Genya, my little baby. Thank you so much for supporting my account and this story! Really, I did not expect it to be that appreciated. I feel your warmth and that’s important for a writer. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Likes, comments and re-posts are deeply appreciated. @mrskokushibo I tagged you in this part because I tortured Koku and I wanted you to see it lmao

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The three relationships that didn't work out and the one that did.

Because I'm a sad bitch.

"Oh my god, I'm so blind" you laugh, tears blurring your vision as Oliver stands up, alarmed. "Babe?" You shake your head, taking a desperate deep breath, trying not to let the years fall as you look up at the ceiling. You hold the breath in your throat before exhaling shakily, laughing wetly.

Your boyfriend reaches your side and places a hand on your shoulder, which you quickly shrug off, pointing at him as the first few tears fall, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye as you continue shaking your head silently. "Don't you dare touch me" you take a few shakey deep breaths, and wipe your tears, which are quickly replaced with new ones.

"Y/n, it's not what-" you point at the girl Oliver was just sitting with, talking with, kissing, and your jaw clenches as you frown in disgust. "Don't. Don't you dare say it's not what it looked like, because it looked like Oliver was cheating on me" you turn back on your boyfriend and your heart twists as you stare at him, your tears hot as you wait for him to say something.

His guilty wince tells you all you need to know.

You turn away, "oh my god, I'm so stupid" you laugh sadly, memories of Oliver talking about MJ flooding your brain. You were so blinded by your feelings for him to realize he's in love with someone else entirely.

You nod to yourself, tongue pressing against your cheek as you cry.

"Okay" you breathe, turning to face the two of them. "Okay" you smile tensely, "okay?" MJ asks nervously.

You shrug, a pained, amused smile on your lips as you sniffle.

"Okay" you nod.

"Well" you sniffle again and clear your throat, clapping your hands lightly, "I wish you two a very happy relationship" sarcasm leaks into your voice as you continue talking, ignoring Oliver's advances.

"You two deserve each other" MJ flinches, and Oliver stops, his hands falling to his sides as he stares at you.

You shake your head and push your shoulders back, standing straight as you turn and walk away from the hallway by the courtyard. You don't let yourself cry until you reach the stairs, and when you do cry, you drop your head and sob into your sleeve as you make your way to the Gryffindor common room.

The fire is going by the time you reach the red and gold room, and Sirius, Peter, Remus, and James are all laughing together beside it. You sniffle and Sirius glances in your direction briefly before doing a double take and standing up. "Hey, y/l/n, are you alright?" You laugh and fresh tears spring forward.

"Yeah, m'just a huge idiot, apparently" you take another deep breath, sending them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm fine" you clear your throat and make your way over to the girls dormitory stairs, a hand grips your wrist loosely and you pause, turning to look at Sirius Black.

"Come on, tell us what's wrong" he pulls you gently to sit down on the couch between him and James Potter, and suddenly you're spilling everything about Oliver and your relationship.

About how he made you feel insecure, and how he was always either with MJ or talking about her, and how you feel like an idiot for not noticing it sooner. Remus Lupin feeds you seemingly endless bits of chocolate as you cry, and Peter makes sure you have water while James rubs your back and hold the tissues, while Sirius agrees with you when you shit talk Oliver but discourages you from shit talking yourself.

"I just feel so dumb, it was right in front of me and..." You trail off and accept the next piece of chocolate from Remus, who rubs your knee gently from the floor beside you. "Thanks Remus" you mumble, biting into it. He nods silently, offering you a gentle smile.

You accept another tissue from James and wipe your tears before taking another one and finish wiping your face. You laugh awkwardly, sniffling a little.

"If this is what crying over breakups with you guys are like I might have to hunt you down every time" you joke, and Remus shrugs.

Sirius and James share a look before nodding and they all turn to Peter, who nods, making the ultimate decision, before they all smile.

"Don't be silly, we're friends now, you hang out with us and we'll take care of you. Whatever you need" James pulls you into his side, and you feel like you're with your older brother for a moment.

"Really?" You sniffle, (broken) heart warming at the gesture. They all nod and you tear up again. "We're so sorry, we didn't mean to make you cry" Peter gasps, gently wiping your new tears away with his unused handkerchief. "No! Not at all, thank you, I just have a hard time making friends sometimes, so I'm not used to just being adopted into a big group" you explain.

"We're here to make you feel loved, y/n. It's what friends are for" Sirius assures you, his words turning teasing at the end of his sentence.

They stick by your side for the rest of the night, and you all eat breakfast together the next day.

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You didn't see it coming, it'd been a year of being single with a couple of flings between months after Oliver, and then you'd met Ben. Remus and Peter hated him on sight, but Sirius liked how he acted with you, and James thought he was pretty cool, so you went out with him. Once, then twice, then three times, and that turned into seven months together.

Until now. "I can't believe you!" He shouts. You scoff, gesturing to your black eye, "you can't believe me?" You yell, incredulous.

It was an accident, he'd hit a bludger at Marlene in the quidditch game and she'd dodged, but Hanson, the Gryffindor beater closest to the rougue bludger was too slow and it caught you in the eye.

You wouldn't care as much, if your boyfriend had even stopped to check on you, or visit you after the game, or apologize at all.

Now he's calling you insane for wanting an apology for your black eye and mild concussion, because he didn't stop playing to call over the field and ask about you, and then went to the Slytherin party after they used your injury as a distraction against Gryffindor.

"I told you it wasn't meant for you! It was an accident!" He defends himself, and you roll your eyes. "So? Normal people would apologize anyway!" You stress, he shakes his head.

"Bullshit, why would someone apologize when they haven't done anything wrong?" Tears built up in your eyes and you have a deep breath.

"Because they did do something wrong, they just didn't mean to, and you didn't even bother to check on me!" You cross your arms over your stomach, insecurity scratching at the back of your throat.

"Seriously? I checked on you the next morning, you psycho!" You flinch back at the insult and shake your head, guilt flashes in his eyes as he takes a step forwards, "sweetheart, I didn't mean it" you purse your lips.

"Apologize" you watch him, and realize, he isn't going to. "Dove, c'mon-" he laughs, but you shake your head.

"Never once" you state plainly, and he frowns in confusion as your eyes fill with tears. "Never once have I ever gotten an apology from you, for anything, and when I ask for a well deserved apology, you call me insane, and a psycho" his eyes widen.

"Apologize, or I'm done" he scoffs, running his hand through his hair. "Babe, don't be a bitch, let's just talk this out" he pleads, but you shake your head.

You didn't get an apology when he missed your anniversary date, or when he called you by his ex's name, or when he tried to give you fish (which he knew you don't eat), or when he hit you with the bludger and didn't bother to check up on you, and you clearly aren't going to get one now.

"If you want us to stay together, fight for us, fight for us by apologizing" you plead, and he huffs, crossing his arms. The tears spill as he finds a sudden interest in his shoes.

"Fine, you don't wanna admit you're in the wrong, I get it. It's being the tough guy over your girlfriend, right?" You hope to god he says no, that he gets over himself and apologizes, but your heart shatters when you watch him nod to himself before looking at you and nodding, tears in his eyes as well.

"Right" you whisper, spite filling the single word as you turn and leave the Slytherin common room. You hear him sigh shakily, but you ignore it, despite the way it tugs violently as your heartstrings.

You go to the boys, and they comfort you, Peter mumbles a small "I told you he was shit" as he hugs you when James gets up to grab the tissues, and you laugh weakly, even as Sirius shoves his shoulder gently.

Remus holds you most of the time, feeding you bits of chocolate as the boys tell you how Ben wasn't even worth anything anyways, and how he obviously won't make it into anyone else's bed after he didn't bother to check up on you after the quidditch accident. Apparently Sirius had heard the girls talking about it and managed to get the inside scoop.

Hence the lilac painted nails.

"I like them though, Kasey said she'd lend me the colour anytime, that is one amazing woman" he grins, showing off his almond shaped nails, filling them down a little. You've never been able to grow your nails as strong as his, and the little bastard is a gatekeeper.

You allow him to do your nails, a light brown, the colour of Remus' eyes, James notes.

You wait until they're finished before comparing them to the werewolves eyes, and James was right, of course, Sirius being as over the top as he is, added a couple of light green streaks of nail polish, just noticeable in the right light, to make them the same after you admit the colour was pretty much exact.

You refuse at first, but you eventually let him, you already know you didn't want to win the argument anyway.

When you're sure the boys are all asleep, having been invited to stay for the usual sleepover/study night, you cast a lasting charm on the nail polish, unaware that Sirius was awake as well, grinning to himself.

Lilly asked about your red-rimmed eyes the next morning and you admit everything, unaware of the sly smile she got upon seeing the green shine through in your nails, and Remus flushes at the wink she sends his way. She absolutely sides with you and promises to tell Marlene.

Ben couldn't get a girlfriend for the next nine months.

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It was only a couple months before you were paired up with Evan Lancaster in potions, and when you met, you just hit it off. After a while, he asked you to be his girlfriend and you accepted. When you told the boys, Peter and Sirius both groaned like you'd told them the Slytherins won against Ravenclaw and they'd have to change their whole quidditch defense plan, James sighed like Lilly had just told him she'd absolutely go on a Christmas date with him but it was still February third, and Remus simply smiled, "I hope he's.. The one, this time" he'd mumbled.

It took you four months to realize Evan was in it for the money. It wasn't a secret that you came from a family almost more well off than James's, but you hadn't expected it to ever interfere with your love life.

You gave it two more weeks before giving up and breaking it off.

"What?" Evan asks from his spot on the bench, his book open beside him. "I'm breaking up with you" you repeat, tears blurring your vision.

"Oh.. Why?" He asks, you can hear footsteps approaching, and assume it's one of the boys to help you out (probably Sirius), you ignore it.

"You're using me, Evan. It's clear as day! I'm done, I pay for everything, I plan everything, I had to remind you about our date this weekend because you said there was nothing special happening that morning! It's just... Shitty" You run your fingers through your hair, pulling gently.

"It really is mate, I may be a Slytherin, but even I wouldn't do that" someone states, you turn to see Evan Rosier behind you, scowling at the boy.

"Rosier?" He glances at you, scowl falling into a gentle, barely there smile as he presses his hand to your lower back. "Go, Reg is waiting for you, he knows where Lupin is. I'll handle this fucker" you frown, the tears in your eyes making their way down.

"Oi, fuck off Rosier, you're not gonna get her money y'know, I'm her boyfriend" Lancaster snaps, and your heart twists. You'd known that was why he was with you, but is that all he really saw? A bag of money instead of a girl?

You're in your sixth year for fucks sake! You should be able to take care of it yourself.

"It's fine, Rosier, thank you" you whisper. He shakes his head, "no way, Reg heard all about you from Sirius, and we heard about you from Reg. We like you, we've got your back, go to Lupin, you clearly need him" Rosier smiles weakly as you nod and make your way over to Regulus Black, the sickening sound of punches follow you. But you catch what he's beating into Lancaster.

"She's a pretty woman you ignorant prick, not a bag of money, obviously you need to learn the difference since you've clearly not had much of either"

Regulus tucks you into his side as he guides you to the front courtyard, as soon as he spots you, Remus stands up. He abandons his books and conversation with Sirius and makes his way over to you.

Remus gently takes your face in his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe away your tears sweetly, "what's a matter, love?" You sniffle and laugh wetly.

"I broke up with Evan" you shrug. Remus frowns, tugging you closer and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

When he pulls away, he guides you back over to Sirius and sits you down.

"Why?" He asks, and you laugh again, wiping at your tears with your hands.

"I finally got the message, y'know," you shrug, your fingertips brushing away the newer tears before they have the chance to make their way over your cheeks.

You're smile drops a little, "he didn't love me" you hesitate, your heart aching. "He didn't.." Regulus sits beside Sirius with a curious frown. "He didn't even like me" you scoff. You can see Remus' question before he even opens his mouth.

Then why was he with you?

Sirius sends you a sympathetic smile, he understood all too well, why Evan was with you.

You chuckle, your French tipped nails tapping gently against your lips. "He liked the money," you nod to yourself.

"What?" Remus asks, incredulous.

"Ohh, yeah" you laugh, shaking your head. "He liked the money" you shrug sadly "I'd had enough, so I got out... I left him" Remus shakes his head, pulling you into a tight hug. How anyone could fake love for something as pathetic as money wasn't something he wanted to know.

"You'll find someone worth your time, angel" he sighs. You nod and melt into his side.

"Maybe, but I'm done with boys until we graduate" you mumble, melting into Remus' side. Your fingers pick at your cuticles, and Sirius smacks your hand away.

"Okay, now that you've dumped the rat bastard, can we do something fun with your nails?" Sirius pleads, bored of doing basic nails because Evan liked them.

You nod. "Great! I'm thinking different shades of brown" you share a bored glance with Regulus and he feels warm as you include him.

You let Sirius run wild with your nails and end up adoring the end result, you show Remus as soon as you're given the go ahead to touch things from Sirius and the werewolf smiles softly at you as you gush about how cute they are. When you look up to see his opinion, he simply nods and keeps smiling at you with those eyes.

"Adorable, pads did really good, they suit you" Remus compliments.

You have Sirius do your nails like that in different colours every two months.

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Much to everyone's surprise, you actually were finished with relationships, including flings and hookups, until graduation. Obviously some people assumed you were seeing someone under wraps, or that you had even come to think love was a falsehood, though neither were true. Nor were any of the other hilarious rumors that you'd gushed over and mocked with the boys, Lilly, Alice, and Marlene.

Having so much spare time ended with you playing matchmaker over the last two years of Hogwarts, pairing Marlene and Dorcas, and managing to get Lilly to go out with James, you even dabbled a little and got Barty Jr to confess to Evan Rosier, which went about as well as you assumed it would: wonderfully.

The one person you couldn't find a match for in your mind, was Remus. Though, he'd always assured you he was simply waiting for the girl of his dreams to come around on her own, claiming she'd made rules for herself in regards to dating, which you understood and dropped the topic, though, you never let him forget about your constantly budding curiosity.

The cheers were loud as Dumbledore finished his graduating speech, claiming there would be a celebration party in the great hall for the graduates last Friday at hogwarts, seeing as school ended the next Thursday.

"Hey, sunshine, you know how you once told me to hurry up and kiss the mystery girl of my dreams?" You turn, recognizing remus' voice immediately, "yeah, what about-" your words are cut off by a soft kiss that tasted like sea salt chocolate and caramel, and set sky-lighting fireworks off in your stomach.

Another rounds of cheers go up, some assuming that it was a coming out of your relationship as you wrap your arms around your best friends shoulders, kissing him just and softly, and others glad that the hopeless, not-so-secret, pining Remus had been doing for four and a half years wasn't going unannounced.

You both pull away slowly, and Remus presses his forehead against yours. "You said till graduation" he mumbles, and it rips a soft laugh from you. "Remus John Lupin," you scold in a soft whisper, "I told you in fifth year that you know I'd break any rule for you" you remind him.

"That was you threatening to turn Snape into a cockroach and abandon him in the Forbidden Forest" he retorts, and you smile fondly at the memory. "The offer is still there, just as tempting" you admit, laughs quietly with him.

"So.. how about a date?" He asks, his honey eyes gazing softly at you.

You smile and nod, "yeah, why not" you smile and he rolls his eyes playfully at your joking shrug, pressing a softer kiss to your lips. "Finially" he mumbles, and it makes you smile again, yeah, finally.

[milfswriter]

Secret

Vampire!Rhea Ripley x reader

summary: You find out you've been living with a vampire for years.

Notes and warnings: blood, animal feeding, Roommates to lovers. no smut this time sorry guys lol, idk what else

*hands*

You closed the door to your house, throwing your painful heels across the living room. You really thought your date tonight would work out, but you knew nothing would beat ice cream and movie night with your roommate which you turned down for that stupid guy.

You heard growling in the kitchen, assuming it was Barry but furrowed your eyebrows when he came wagging his tail in front of you, the weird sounds still going on.

Walking into the kitchen, you found your roommate, Rhea, with her back to you as she leaned over the counter.

“What are you doing, dumbass?” You laughed, slapping her back before looking over to what she was doing. There laid a...rabbit. A pretty big one, all bloody as she bit its neck.

You gasped, moving away from her as quick as you could. Rhea froze, turning around to face you. She was breathing heavily like you'd never seen her before. Her eyes were red as she stared at you with fangs almost piercing her bottom lip. This wasn't your Rhea.

You took a few steps backward, gulping at the sight of Rhea's blood-covered chin. Her eyes widened at your presence, you were not supposed to be home this early.

"R..Rhea?" you whispered, your heart beating so fast you thought it would jump out of your chest. Her fangs were more than enough to explain the situation.

It all made sense. The late-night sneaking out, the black and white pictures of her that seemed to be more than a century old that she excused of being her 'ancestor', your inability to hear her heartbeat when you lay on her chest on movie nights, her being a total night owl, the way she'd hear you in the garage while she was in her bedroom, and the way she'd get fidgety every time you nicked your finger and would look away.

The rabbit on the kitchen counter was absolutely mutilated, you tried not to keep staring but it scared you how much she'd been keeping from you these past years.

She took it out of your sight, wiping her chin with the hem of her shirt as her eyes returned to their usual blue color. "I..I can explain" she mumbled, looking down in shame as your breathing quickened.

You said nothing as you ran past her to your room, locking it multiple times. You were living with a goddamn vampire, what if something happened? what if she killed you in your sleep?.

"FUCK!" you heard her yell from the kitchen. Plates and cups were thrown in frustration. She's got the nerve to act like this when you were the one that just experienced a slap in the face.

twenty minutes or so passed before you heard her heavy steps coming your way. You closed your eyes, wishing she would take the hint and leave.

"Y/n?"

"Y/n. Please" she sounded desperate, knocking on your door with a lump in her throat.

"I'm sorry. I know..I know you think I've put you in danger, and..that I lied. But please, talk to me..through the door, you don't have to get out. I just need to make sure you don't hate me. D..Do you hate me?"

You walked to the door, scanning it to make sure it was properly locked. Though at this point you knew she could just rip it out of its place if she wanted to.

You didn't know what to feel. She was your best friend, you told each other everything, but you could never hate Rhea. ever

"Rhea.." you sobbed, your forehead against the hardwood. "What the fuck are you doing? all those years!"

She gave a guilty hum in return and you knew she was doing the nervous fidgeting with her hands. "What if something went wrong!" you placed your ear to the door, waiting for any response.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you if you were the only bleeding thing in the entire world. Never!" she smacked the door with her fist, startling you. "Sorry.."

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It took so much pleading from her before you opened the door hesitantly, only half of your frame visible to her. She tried not to close the distance and pull you into her but she knew she had to contain herself.

"I'm sorry," she said again, "Please say something"

"If you were going to kill me eventually, do it now" you challenged, crossing your arms.

Your roommate's lips parted, shaking her head in confusion. "Are you deaf? I told you I wouldn't hurt you, I wouldn't hurt anyone for that matter. That's why it was a rabbit not a fucking corpse on that counter"

"And you're saying I should take your word for that? cause I did for the past 4 years! and you lied to me" you walked back into your room and she followed suit.

"I couldn't just tell you 'hey y/n! just so you know, I'm a blood-sucking vampire!' could I?!" she argued, keeping a safe distance between you so as to not trigger you any further.

You kept silent, your back to her which was not a good idea at all after finding out her secret. But if there's one thing you knew, it was that you trusted her with your life, you were just in shock you supposed.

You felt her hands on your shoulder, making their way all over to your waist, pulling your back into her front.

"And..also because I didn't want to lose you" she whispered, her forehead now resting on your shoulder as if she was trying to get as much of you as she could before you tell her to pack her shit and leave.

You didn't know why you let her hold you like this, or even get near you at all. You had mixed feelings at this point, but you weren't going to turn her away.

"How was your date?" she tried to break the ice, her hands wandering over your waist like the clingy roommate she is.

You shook your head, turning to face her with a frown. "Awful, as usual. How'd you hide these fangs from me?"

She chuckled nervously, "they only grow when I'm feeding. Sorry you had to see that, thought you were staying out late"

"I will be needing a very detailed explanation of the whole 'vampire' thing" She nodded as she backed away from you so you can face her, hands in her pockets.

"I'm glad the cat's out of the bag, though. It was such a burden keeping it away from you. Come to think of it, you never answered my question" She looked uncomfortable as her hand held yours, no sign of blood on her. Maybe that's how you were clueless all this time, she never left any trace behind.

You hummed in question, confusion clear in your features. "You don't hate me. Do you?"

You scoffed with a smile, but her frown was still there, so you closed the distance between the both of you with your arms wrapped around her neck, tilting your head to lock your lips with hers. Something you never thought you'd have the guts to do.

Her initial reaction was the usual freezing before she held you impossibly close as your tongues fought for dominance, hers won of course.

"Please tell me you brushed your teeth" you groaned, resting your forehead on hers.

"I did, I swear. I needed to look presentable for when you kick me out of here"

You laughed, shaking your head before continuing your previous action. "I don't hate you, Rhe..I can never hate you"

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[asmodeus-mydearbeloved]

• Obey Me Shall we Date headcanons :P

— Satan feeds off of people's rage, wrath and murderous intents. He would amplify their rage to the point of murderous, and he's only smirking as he feeds off of you. (Except when he actually cares for you, he will try and stop himself just for your sake.) When wars come, Satan watches from a nearby distance and feeds off of the bloodshed. But- it does not mean he doesn't feel the injustice of it all, he does feel bad at times but what can he do? He's the Avatar of Wrath that lives for the war and bloodshed.

— Asmodeus feeds off of people's lust, especially towards him. Affairs and Brothels.. Anything that doesn't come with love, Asmo feeds on. Does not mean he likes non consent or very underage, in fact. He would see it as a complete disgrace, he would feel guilty for how he's actually feeding off that sick and twisted lust. And he's more than willing to kill the one who forced themselves onto children or anyone.

— Satan and Asmodeus are the children that Lucifer cannot take his eyes off of- ESPECIALLY when they are together. Often times, Asmo's flirting and seducing gets him to the point dozens of people lusts after him and will do ANYTHING to be with him. Then Satan comes in to put the admirers rivalry against each other, amplifying their anger to the point of actually killing each other, which is likely to start an entire war where only Asmodeus and Satan benefits from it, and they do not give af.

^^ "Aww Satann.. You didn't have to get them so riled up and jealous of each other that it starts an entire war..~" "You started it." "I can't help it, I'm just so perfect that anyone can fall for me! I didn't mean for it to turn out like this..~" "Yeah yeah.. Amusing, humans are so easy to be driven to murder..~" "Oh?"

— Asmodeus calls Lucifer 'Luci' and that will never change

— Solomon and Leviathan hangs out often in Levi's cooped up room, They usually game, watch anime or their favorite thing to do is watch or read anything related to TSL. Now they have Mc joining them from time to time

— Beel and Belphie both like headpats, I don't have any backing evidence except that they look like they do

— Asmo frequently scolds Satan to put his other arm in his jacket to the point Satan kinda just does it but then takes it off once more after Asmo's out of sight, Asmo found out about it and just left him be but that doesn't mean he doesn't dislike it at all

— Mammon names every crow he encounters and somehow he remembers everytime so when he walks down the street and notices some crows he'll be like "Yo! How's life Julian and Aria?"

— Satan has a bit of an experience with dealing with hairstyles cause Asmo sometimes asks him to do his hair while in a rush and he's doing his makeup

— Asmo and Mammon takes LONG getting ready which is why when they're all going out somewhere, Lucifer tells them 3 hours beforehand as to not be late. But somehow they always do end up late by 30 mins- or a full hour

— Beel akes a very comfy pillow which is why Belphie just sleeps on him when too tired

— Lucifer taught Mammon how to make flower crowns, so sometimes when they're near flowers. Mammon likes making Flower crowns and even gifted it to Mc, Mammon also made one for Lucifer before and Luci didn't mention it but he put a spell on it to make it not wilt and have it in his room as one of his most precious items

— Asmodeus broke a mirror once by punching it so hard when he first saw himself as a demon, he was terrified of his horns and black horns and thought he wasn't as pretty/pure as he was before

— Belphegor finds any place comfortable to sleep in, don't ask how but he once slept on the ceiling.