#but it imprinted so hard into my little baby brain

[sorriikarii]

dattebayo motherfuckers!!!

[coryosbaby]

I am BEGGING you to write about hannigram x innocent fem reader. mayyyybee featuring age gap and breeding? :) she just asks them "what does break my belt mean?" and oh..

Caretaker… Hannigram x fem! Reader

Synopsis: it’s up to Will and Hannibal to take care of you, however that may be.

Content warning . 18+, MDNI age gap (reader is in her early 20s), spanking/usage of belts, punishments, dumbification, threesome, cum play, daddy kink . hard dom! Hannibal, soft dom! Will

Author’s Note: I didn’t know how to go about this (my brain isn’t braining rn) so I did smth similar :) this is literally pure filth like Im ovulating sorry

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“You need to stop being so hard on yourself.”

Will’s voice is soft as he gently rubs your sock clad feet, watching the small wince that you make when he grazes over a bruised toe. You adjust yourself on your bed, bottom becoming numb from how long you’ve been sitting. You slide the sleeves of your dress back up on your shoulders— they have a hard time staying up, and it’s something that annoys you incredibly.

“He’s right,” Hannibal chimes from the cushioned seat in the corner of the room. He closes the book in his hand and sets it on the desk beside him. It’s funny, how different these two men look in your pink, frilly room. “You’re working yourself too hard, little one.”

You frown, feeling the bed dip as Hannibal joins you and Will’s side.

“But ballet is important to me.”

“So is your health,” Will replies, and notices the way you seem to fidget in your dress. “Is your dress bothering you, baby?”

You nod, heat creeping up your neck when Will lifts the hem of it over your head. Now clad in your bra and cotton panties, you feel open and exposed. But since it’s Hannibal and Will, you feel safer than you’ve ever been.

“Come here,” Will says, and you crawl over to the place in between his spread thighs as he leans against your headboard. Hannibal follows in quiet suit, moving to Will’s side and holding your hand in his much larger one. Will’s hands play with your hair as you think back to something you’d been wanting to ask the two for a while.

“Can one of you use your belt on me?”

The soft scrape against your scalp stops at the question.

“What?”

“I mean,” you mumble, cheeks flaring. “I was watching a video.. ‘n.. the guy, he—“

“You’ve been watching naughty videos?” Hannibal inquires. You shake your head, wide doe eyes flashing.

“No!” You reply, too quickly. “No, of course not.”

“Hmm,” the man shifts, gripping the soft skin of your jaw gently with his hand. Looking into your eyes, he can see the deceit in them. “You have, haven’t you? You know what we say about those videos, darling. They’re bad for you,” he looks back to the other man in the room. “Maybe we will have to spank her after all. Don’t you think, Will?”

“Play nice, Hannibal,” Will warns, though his mouth pulls into a small, amused smirk. “She’s sensitive. Probably doesn’t even know what she’s asking for.”

“I do.” you whine, pawing at the sleeve of Hannibal’s suit. He chuckles, thumb rubbing gently over your wrist.

“Come here then, little one,” Hannibal coos. “Over my knee.”

Your eyes widen, pouty lips dropping open in awe.

“Now?” You squeak.

Will rolls his eyes, patting you softly on the arm.

“You heard him, Bunny. Go on.”

Getting on your hands and knees, panty clad ass now revealing the puff ball bunny tail on the back of the fabric, the two of them think you’re the cutest little thing they’ve ever seen. You hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone, and watch as Will hands over his belt to Hannibal. It’s your favorite one, plain black but with a belt buckle that has your initials imprinted. Will wears it often— he’s not one to have flashy accessories, but since it was a gift from you he cherishes it dearly.

Since Will is on Hannibal’s left side, you decide to position yourself with your face directed towards him. This leads to your arms and face being smooshed against Will’s thighs, and he gently rubs your head with his hands. Hannibal hums when your ass lifts up for him, bunny tail flickering as you move your hips to get his attention.

“We should keep these on, don’t you think?” He says, fingers grazing over the bunny tail. “Too precious to pull them down, lover.”

You nod shyly, letting out a puff of air when Will’s fingers begin fumbling with the hooks on your bra. He advises you to slide the straps off your shoulders when he undoes them, and you awkwardly shuffle them off. Will’s hands move around your back to grope one of your breasts. The feeling of cold leather against your backside makes you whimper, and Hannibal positions his hand on the bottom of your thigh.

“Move your hands behind your back,” Hannibal demands. “You aren’t in any position of control. If you want to stop, you know the rules.”

“Yes, daddy,” you reply, almost immediately. You move your arms back to link them together, Will’s hands gripping the both of yours tightly to make sure you don’t move.

“Good girl,” and then, “You’re going to count each one I give you. We will stop at ten since this is your first time.”

You nod, as much as you can with your face buried in Will’s lap. You can feel the hardness in his pants, right up against your cheek, and your mouth waters.

There’s a comforting rub against your left cheek before Hannibal brings the belt down. It isn’t too bad, a slight sting that makes you jump.

“One.” You say, quietly. Your ass lifts up for more.

“Good,” Hannibal praises, soothing the skin once more. “Are you going to watch those videos again?”

You stay silent, contemplating but also being quiet on purpose. You can’t deny that Hannibal getting angry with you makes your panties drenched.

At this, Hannibal slams the belt down onto you once again. A warning. You cry out this time, feeling a burning sensation along your skin.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he says sternly. “And don’t make me have to break my belt on you, little one.”

“What does that mean?” you whine, ditzy little head genuinely confused by such a simple term. You inhale the scent of Will’s pants, and from above you, the brunette’s hands gently soothe your back.

“Told you, Hanni,” he singsongs. “Doesn’t even know what she’s asking for.”

“Ignoring your interruption,” Hannibal says, annoyed (but not really). He directs his attention back to you. “Tell me, little one. Yes or no?”

You bite your lower lip, cheeks flaring as your arousal increases.

“Yes.”

Hannibal scoffs.

“You’re asking for it, aren’t you?”

The belt comes down on you again. You jump, tears beginning to pool along your waterline.

“What was that?” Hannibal demands harshly. “Was that a yes that I heard?”

“No!” You say. “No, daddy, I’ll never ever watch those videos again! I promise, promise…”

You thrash against the pain, and Hannibal’s palms rub the sore skin.

“Alright,” he replies. “but I’m adding five more. Naughty girls who don’t listen get punished.”

“Hannibal,” Will warns. “She’s fragile.”

“She’s a brat, is what she is, Will. Stop defending her,” Hannibal’s hands wrap around your hair, pulling your teary eyed face up and craning your neck. “Now count. Starting from three.”

The belt comes down again, and your hands ache, along with your bottom.

“T-Three.” You say. The belt comes down on you again, and again. You count to five.

“You really need to be harder on her,” Hannibal says to Will, who’s subtly grinding against your face as he watches you writhe below him. “She needs to learn that her actions have consequences.”

“I know,” Will sighs, then gently taps the tip of your nose, and smiles softly. “But look at how precious she is.”

Hannibal rolls his eyes, bringing out the sixth then seventh hit. You can already feel the blooming of bruises by the time you hit number ten, and your aching pussy grinds down into Hannibal’s thigh. He seems to allow this, and by the twelfth hit, he’s teasing you about it.

“Is this arousing you, lover?” He asks, amused. “You only have three more to go. You better enjoy it.”

“Mm, she is,” Will cuts in, reaching down between your legs to feel your soaked panties. “Little pussy is so wet,” and then, “You ruined your panties, pup.”

Mewling, you allow another smack to come down onto your ass.

“T-Thirteen,” you whimper out. “Could.. could you buy me some new panties, Will?”

Another smack. Another number. Will tilts his head, staring at your panty clad ass.

“Mm,” he replies. “I don’t know, Hannibal. What do you think?” His fingers grasp the puff ball tail and tug it up. This makes your panties ride up in between your folds, and you gasp, humiliated. “I think baby blue would really suit her.”

“That, or lilac,” the eldest man replies. “We’ll get you a new set, little one. But only because it benefits us as much as it benefits you.”

You smile, giddy with excitement to take another shopping trip. Hannibal rubs your ass again, and Will kisses you on the head.

“One more for us, alright?”

You nod, perky ass throbbing with heat. Hannibal slams the belt down, and this time you let out a sob. It was the harshest hit, one sure to leave a welt or two. Hannibal coos when he sees your look of pain, throwing the belt to the side and gently massaging you.

“Shhh. It’s alright. Come here, darling.”

You maneuver your body to slide in between Hannibal’s legs, pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your smaller form, and he kisses your hair, allowing you to bury your face into his shoulder. You let out a few more stray tears while he and Will both soothe the ache on your bottom.

“You know we only do this because we have to.” Hannibal murmurs.

“I know, daddy.”

“Actions have consequences, and you asked for this sort of punishment. So we decided to give it to you,” he explains, and pulls away to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “Did you enjoy it?”

You nod, a small smile grazing your lips.

“I did. I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Good,” he replies. “And since you’ve taken your punishment so well, I’m giving you the opportunity to ask for something. Whatever you want, you can have it.”

Your eyes brighten.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

You lick your lips, contemplating your options with excitement.

“Hmm,” you say, and then finally come to your decision. You look over to your second boyfriend, who seems to be watching you with an almost love struck gaze. “I want Will… want his mouth. Please?”

Will licks his lips at the statement. Oral is one of his favorite things to give.

“Very well,” Hannibal says, then gestures for Will. “She can lay in between my legs. You lay between hers.”

Will nods, and you happily turn around and begin sliding off your panties. Spreading your legs, you look up at Will with doe eyes as he approaches you. His lips touch yours, sliding easily against the expanse of your mouth. When he pulls away, the scent of your arousal overtakes his senses. He groans, moving down in between your legs.

Hannibal’s big arms wrap around your shoulders, keeping you still. Will flawlessly licks a stripe up your slit, making you whimper and hold onto Hannibal for dear life as he begins to eat you like a man starved. His mouth works wonders against your tiny hole and aching clit as he groans into your cunt, drinking your sweet juices like it’s nectar of the Gods.

“How does she taste?” Hannibal asks, even though he already knows the answer. He loves to go down on you just as much as the other man.

Will pulls away, chin dripping and hair disheveled.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he gasps out, nosing at your folds. His thumbs spread them apart, exposing your hole that’s coated in creamy slick. “Cutest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever seen.”

You clench, letting him see the opening and closing of your hole. You want him to stick his tongue back inside.

You don’t have to wait long for that, because a mere second later Hannibal’s big hand splays across the back of Will’s head and pushes him back down. Will lets out a moan at this, allowing Hannibal to guide his head up and down and every which way that brings you closer and closer to your peak. Hannibal smirks, watching the way you writhe under his tongue and watch Will with hungry, lidded eyes.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” He says, and you can feel his hardness pressing against your back.

Drool seeps down your chin as you nod.

“Mhm..” you whine out. Your hands go to the boy’s hair, and he whimpers when you tug on the strands.

“He likes when you do that,” Hannibal observes, his tone low. He kisses the shell of your ear. “Do it again.”

You comply, watching the way Will’s hips grind down into the mattress when it happens and the way Hannibal lets out a heavy breath. Will’s mouth works harder, bringing your clit in between his lips and lightly sucking. You gasp out his name, hips moving against him in tandem.

“Will, Daddy.. ‘m so close..”

“Close, yes?” Hannibal taunts, and his grip around your throat tightens. His biceps practically squeeze your neck as you near closer and closer to your high, your throat gasping for breath. When your orgasm overtakes you, Hannibal loosens his grip, but not quite. You let out a raw, pleasure filled moan when you cum, Will working you through until the point of overstimulation, your legs shaking and your sock clad feet pushing on his shoulders. He chuckles when he pulls away, a pleased grin forming as he wipes his slick coated mouth on the back of his wrist. And boy, is it a sight. He licks up the remaining remnants of your arousal with his tongue, hands splaying on either side of you and Hannibal’s legs so he can move up and kiss you filthily on the mouth. Hannibal is next, a tender peck that makes the cock against your lower back twitch. It has him licking his lips when Will pulls away, his lashes fluttering as he sighs in content. He presses a kiss to your mouth, too, and relaxes even further.

It’s only a mere moment of rest before you can feel that familiar throb again, and the sight of your two boys bulging through their pants makes you drool. You spread your legs, overstimulated pussy on full display.

Will, who had been laying at the foot of the bed in front of the both of you, watches with hunger. You lean away from Hannibal, instead turning yourself on your knees and presenting yourself to Will, who’s already positioning himself behind you eagerly. Hannibal, the most patient out of all three of you, no doubt, finally takes his aching cock out of his pants and wraps a hand around himself at the scene. You hear the rustling of Will’s fly being undone, then his length is pressed against your ass and wet, oh so wet, even when he slides it in between your folds and sheathes himself inside your little hole with one swift movement. Your mouth drops open at the sensation of being filled, your hands finding purchase on Hannibal’s thick thighs in front of you. His cock is hitting his stomach, red and leaking drops of precum down the tip, and you watch as Hannibal rubs it up and down with his hand. You look up at him pleadingly as Will begins to pound you into the mattress.

“You want daddy’s cock in your mouth, is that it?” Hannibal teases, and you nod. He sighs, directing the tip of his cock towards you. “Open wide, sweet girl.”

You happily obey, tongue lolling out to lick at his tip, his stringy precum sticking to your bottom lip and the head of his cock, tasting absolutely divine. Will’s hands roam over your ass as his cock bullies your gummy walls.

“Mm, Hanni got you good, didn’t he, baby?” He says, examining the marks. “Gonna have to put some lotion on that later.”

The use of the nickname in Will’s mouth is a mockery of your own. You nod, however, pouting.

“Mhm. But Daddy knows what’s best for me.”

“That’s right,” Hannibal grunts out, when you take him fully down your throat. “Dumb little girls like you can’t think for themselves. That’s why you need Will and I to take care of you,” and then, “God, darling, your mouth is just perfect.”

You hum, choking on him. Will’s fingers bruise your hips now, his balls slapping against your ass with every harsh thrust. Your pussy quakes around him, clamping down on his length. His breath is warm against your ear as he pushes in and out of you.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby..” as he watches your ass bounce back against him.

“Look at that tight little pussy, practically choking my dick.” as he spreads your cheeks apart, watching the way you take him.

“Hannibal’s cock tastes good, doesn’t it?” As you come up for air and gasp, drool soaking your neck and chin.

You can feel when he gets close by the way his hips stutter, and with a lewd whine hes babbling endlessly.

“I’m gonna cum,” he says. “Gonna cum in this slut pussy— god, squeeze me just like that.”

“Please,” you whimper endlessly, and you can hear Hannibal let out a breathy chuckle.

“She wants it. She wants you to cum in her cunt,” his voice drops an octave as he watches the boy. “Come on. I need something to lubricate her more once I get my turn, don’t I?”

“Oh—“

Will’s eyes roll back, his body tensing up as he finally releases inside her. She clenches down on him, milking him for all he’s worth as he shoots rope after rope deep inside her gaping pussy. Hannibal’s fingers nestle into the boy’s hair as he rides out his orgasm, gently twirling the soft locks in between his fingers. You watch with your mouth turned into an o, burying yourself deeper against Hannibal’s chest in retaliation.

“There you go,” Hannibal coos when Will sighs against your chest, spent. “Good boy.”

“Tease,” Will mumbles back to him, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. His eyes look up at you and he smiles. “Are you okay?”

You giggle, nodding your head.

“More than okay.”

He looks down at the mess between your thighs as he pulls out, grunting. A trail of his spend pools out of you and onto the sheets.

His fingers begin to move up to your drenched clit— you need release to, after all, and Will is never a selfish lover—but before he can, Hannibal’s hand grabs his wrist.

“No,” he utters. “Let me, once I’m inside her.”

“Like I said,” Will grumbles, moving out from between your legs to settle back against the headboard. “Tease.”

Hannibal rolls his eyes, guiding you to turn around and face him. You bite your lower lip at the feeling of Will’s cum trailing down your thighs. Hannibal undoes his belt, pulling down his zipper so his pants are open and his briefs are exposed.

“Take me out, darling.”

She reaches into the waistband of his underwear, pulling his length out and giving it a few languid strokes. Will watches, his spent cock twitching against his stomach. He ignores it, instead deciding to move to your side and press a kiss to your heated cheek. His hand provides a comforting pressure to the back of your head as he settles it in your hair. Hannibal tilts his head, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you into his lap.

“Put my cock inside you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Be a good girl.”

Your lashes flutter at the vulgar term spilling from the usually polite man’s lips. Will’s hands scrape against your scalp and your brain is fuzzy with how good it all feels. Grabbing Hannibal’s length in your hand, you position your dripping cunt over the tip of his cock.

Sinking down makes your brows furrow. Hannibal isn’t as big as Will, but that isn’t saying much. The man still has a considerable size, and his girth stretches your gummy walls exceptionally. You whimper, settling down to the very base of his cock. Hannibal’s head tilts back and hits the headboard, his eyes squeezing shut to get used to the sensation of you wrapped around him. His big hands splay across your hips and Will nuzzles your throat affectionately.

“Daddy.” you whine, your little pussy beginning to rock onto Hannibal.

“Yes?”

“Fuck me, please?”

He smiles, pulling you further against him so he can brace his feet underneath you. His cock gives a few shallow thrusts, getting used to your heat, before moving into more dangerous territory. It isn’t long before he’s jackhammering into you, your head tilted back by Will’s big hands. He demands you open your mouth, and you do. A glob of spit lands on your tongue, which you swallow greedily. Hannibal groans as he watches the scene.

“Filthy little things,” he mutters, pulling you into a kiss. You both share Will’s saliva on your intertwining tongues.

Your thighs shake as Hannibal’s cock and balls leak with Will’s cum. The sound is utterly sinful— the gushing sounds of his cock pummeling your filled pussy, his balls slapping against your ass, the sobs tearing through your throat. Tears stream down your cheeks and you’re sobbing.

Hannibal’s fingers reach down to your clit, deftly rubbing against the swollen nub exactly the way you like. It isn’t long before you reach your peak, your pussy clenching down as a string of filthy words makes its way out of your throat, burying your face in Hannibal’s white button down and staining it with salty tears. Will is an absolute sweetheart, guiding your hips with his hands to help you, cooing little sweet sayings in your ear. He cakes your throat in pretty red marks.

Hannibal draws closer to his orgasm, small grunts and heavy breaths spilling out of his mouth. It isn’t long before he empties inside you, filling you up with a second load of sticky, white cum. He pulls your limp body off of his length, your pussy making a gushing sound as both of your boyfriend’s dribble out of you. The two men sigh when they see it, their cocks both twitching at the sight.

But all three of you have had enough for the day— or at least for the next few hours. Hannibal disappears out of the room for a moment to bring back a glass of water and lotion. He holds the water to your lips and sweetly coos, “you’ve been such an obedient girl. Drink, okay?”

You do, of course. You drink the whole damn glass.

After going into the bathroom to pee and wipe your cum covered thighs, Hannibal lotions your sore bottom with gentle hands. After this you finally crawl back into bed, moving onto your stomach and hugging your pillow tightly. Will chuckles.

“You don’t want a bubble bath?” He asks, because that’s usually what you request. But you just shake your head, your eyes fluttering shut. Not asleep, but almost. Will nods his head. “Later then, sweet girl.”

The boy crawls to your side, wrapping his big arm around you and pulling you to his side. Hannibal soon joins, his tie loosened and jacket off, pants unbuttoned. It’s rare to see him in such a messy state, relaxed. Only you and Will can help him unwind like this.

He lays on his back, and you lay your head on his chest, inhaling his strong, expensive cologne. Beside you, you can smell the aftershave that Will wears— Hannibal teases him about it, but you’re quite fond of it. It smells like home.

They smell like home.

You smile sleepily, watching with barely open eyes as Hannibal and Will’s hands connect over you. As you fall into a peaceful sleep, the two men on either side of you stay wide awake.

After a moment, Will chuckles.

“So I’m assuming we’ll be using my belt more often?”

“Guaranteed,” hannibal confirms, watching you drool onto his shirt in your sleep. He never mentions it to you because he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed. “Perhaps we can use it on you next time, Will”

The younger man scoffs, his cheeks flaring as he buries his face into your hair.

“Shut up, Hanni.”

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[wonryllis]

☆ MY PRETTY DOLL ! ( enhypen hyung line reaction to you in a lingerie )

╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋��� 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen losing their sanity 𖥔 ݁ SMUT MDNI, requested fem!reader LIB? word count ` 1074 PLS REBLOG!!

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

"my pretty little slut, you did this on purpose didn't you?" heeseung's fingers thrust in and out of you at an animalistic pace. the wet sounds echoing in the room, adding onto the arousal of watching yourself on the mirror. your back rests against his chest as he holds your legs apart with his own. one hand fingering the fuck out of you and the other grip your throat to force you to keep your eyes at the vulgar image infront.

"falling asleep on my bed with this on, baby you're so dirty and desperate," he grunts at the lewd sight, mentally drooling over the scene of you trying to push your hips forward to meet his fingers when he slows down a bit.

heeseung swears he almost stopped breathing when he came across you passed out on top of his covers, dressed in the prettiest lingerie. more like pretty you making the lingerie look so pretty. the thought of you waiting in his room like that to give him a surprise fueling his inner sex demons. feeling more turned on than ever. grinning sheepishly over his intentions.

"come on now, ride me baby," his arms hook around you as he manhandles you onto his lap. carressing your trembling thighs and slapping your pussy. he rests his palms on the bed, watching you struggle to put his cock inside after all the edging he put you through. cooing at your whiney protests to let you cum, cute and pathetic and hot. so cruel but you loved it and he knew you loved it.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

"fuck baby, i can see your pussy from here," jay groans, feeling his dick twitch hard in his pants. the sleep lolling him from the previous night he spent gaming, immediately vanishing. he is so wide awake right now, orbs bulging out at the sight of you twirling in the middle of his room, showing off the lingerie you just got, for him.

it barely covers your ass, and it barely— wrong it does not cover your pussy at all, he can see it so clearly he thinks he'll grow crazy. frozen in his seat, gulping at every thought that comes to his mind, things he'd do to you right now.

"is it pretty?" you ask, looking at him with doe eyes, he feels he'll bust a nut right then and there. his cock throbbing with anticipation as he gets up from the chair, walking over to where you stand. calloused hands gently brush against everywhere, taking his time to admire your look, trying to imprint the image of it in his brain. "jayyy, do i look pretty? do you like thi—"

"yes baby, so so pretty. so fucking pretty," he's immediately grabbing you by the waist and throwing you on the bed. impatient all of a sudden as he rips the pathetic thread of a panty and shoving down his pants, thrusts his impossibly hard dick so rough into you, it's like he lost control. you drive him batshit crazy and jay doesn't know if it's good or worse that you fucking know it and use it to get what you want.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

"give me a little show, princess," jake's hands twitch with desperation, so restless to touch you. though the need to savour the sight of you in that racy lingerie is strong he can't help but be seated, tense and aroused, eyes locked on your figure.

"shit, you're beautiful," the way the lace hugs your skin with the little sneak peaks of skin showing him exactly what he wants to see but not entirely what he wants to see and it makes him feel feral.

"won't you touch me?" you whine sultrily, and jake feels like a hybrid in rut, his body heating up beyond sane, dick throbbing every other second, feeling hyper aware of his surroundings and possibilities of all that he could do to and with you. he pulls you against him lips landing on yours in an instant, the messiest kiss you have ever shared, rushed and gasping for breath. there's just so much he wants to do right now he can't seem to decide what to start with, malfunctioning poorly.

"fuck, jake," yet he finds it in him to begin with rubbing you over your pretty panties, quick circles with his fingers pressing hard against your sensitive folds,"yes baby, gonna make you feel so good," he pushes you to lay on the edge of the bed before forcing your legs far apart in a snap. getting on his knees and leaving fluttering kisses on you inner thighs. shoving your panties aside and diving in to eat you out at once. from kitten licks to lapping at your slick, from tiny kisses for a tease to lips harshly sucking at your engorged clit. jake was absolutely crazed.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

"sunghoon! what are you doing!" you squeal, squirming in place as sunghoon suddenly grabs you from the corridor into his dark room, and cornering you against his desk roughly pulls your oversized shirt(his shirt) up. door slightly ajar, an open chance for anyone to peak in.

"couldn't help but wonder if you're still wearing it," he whispers, hands fondling your breasts harsh and sloppy over the lace material. just an hour earlier, while he was out with jay you sent him a picture of you dressed in the most gorgeous set of lingerie ever. looking so innocently sexy he felt his breath knocked right out of him, dick hard and leaking in the middle of the mall.

"mhp— they'll h-hear us," but that is least of sunghoon's concern right now, they have heard him fuck you before, multiple times. all he cares about is that you're here, putty in his arms, adorning the hottest thing you have ever worn, fabric barely covering your intimate parts. just touching you like this makes him feel so high on cloud nine, the rush of pleasure in your little whimpers and moans trying to be quiet. nothing is more important than this.

"let them hear, fuck you're so damn pretty i'll cum just from this," his breath is ragged, fast and shuttering as he watches your face contort into the prettiest of expressions while his hand stuffed in your panties, plays with your pussy. fingers switching between flicking and pinching at the little bud and plunging into your slicked hole in slow thrusts.

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[isakvaltersnake]

things from the 2001 television programme band of brothers that haunt me to this day:

- we’re paratroopers lieutenant, we’re supposed to be surrounded. not to be your 60 year old military obsessed uncle about it but that line goes hard

- nix’s little giggle he does sometimes

- I’ll never forgive them for leaving gene’s medic training out of their training montage. in fact you know what? go back in time, film a parallel sequel of the other 9 eps from gene’s pov

- popeye’s “they called you guys too?” and the way his accent specifically scratches my brain

- they gave me moose heyliger and his massachusetts accent for like 20 minutes then the narrative snatched him away from me and i still miss him

- the way meehan looks at winters after he tells him to close the flap, in fact let’s talk about how every single one of winters’ commanders are obsessed with him in one way or another he truly is the it girl

- the chaos and fear that precedes gene and the calm and comfort that follows him

- I know everyone thinks “we’ll go to chicago, I’ll take you there” is the insane line but the one that actually makes me lose sleep is “what, and give up all this?” THAT MAN SAID I WOULD RATHER LIVE THROUGH THE HORRORS OF WAR THAN HAVE LIVED MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU

- alley is So Beautiful and I don’t think we collectively talk about it enough

- babe being some rando replacement in episode three and whilst his other replacement friends are being absolutely roasted he is immediately adopted by bill and then gets gene fucking roe of all people to connect to him?? he’s too powerful I need to study him

- speirs being this ghoulish terrifying boogeyman until lip is anywhere near him then he’s suddenly dimples and kicking his feet and giggling

- speaking of lip and speirs their little sarcastic in jokes, lip finishing speirs’ sentences fml it’s giving married

- you been working out? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?? LIEB YOU SLUT?? THEN YOURE GONNA LAY IN HIS BED WAITING FOR HIM??? insane behaviour

- the unexplored but high potential friendships and the way I wanted like 16 more episodes for shifty and lip, nix and luz, nix and web, sisk and perconte, winters and gene, grant and tab, lieb and alley, speirs and harry, etc

- the more haggard and bitchy nix gets the hotter he gets. he also must be studied.

- “you should pack up those ears and go home” ok sobel kinda ate with that one ngl

- speaking of sobel the little confused/bewildered/piss-pants faces he makes david schwimmer the actor you are

- the silly little wide stance pennywise ass run hall does before he gets murked RIP king

- klepto speirs ilysm

- joe toye and his brass knuckles are v sexy

- sink letting nix give winters his oak leaves was very shipper girl of him

- lip harry nix speirs winters in the eagle’s nest dream blunt rotation

- the unsustainable amount of cunt served by nix, frank, babe, and luz at all times is truly a marvel

- tab really checked lip’s dick and balls mid battle and honestly that’s friendship

- bit parts for simon pegg, tom hardy, andrew scott, james mcavoy, michael fassbender, jimmy fallon ?? bob casting director you will always be famous

- peacock is so fine if he was even a little good at his job I’d be obsessed with him (special shout out to the scene of him getting sent home on furlough)

- I could list out every one of their meaningful little moments together but really it’s babe and gene just tethering and grounding each other and how they seem to gravitate to each other out of blind instinct? that’s some Brontë whatever our souls are made of bullshit I’m afraid

- ok I know I said I wasn’t talking about little meaningful moments but gene staring across the convent at where babe is sitting, lost in the peace

-bull in replacements getting imprinted on by a bunch of baby ducks and being SO PLEASED ABOUT IT he’s not the stepfather, he’s the father that stepped up

- speaking of, the underutilization of bull in the back half is such an out of character bad call

- you are officers, you are grown ups, you oughta know. HE’S RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT AND THAT’S ON GENE BEING THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO TELL OFF WINTERS

- I know nix and winters are married and whatever but the real married couple behaviour is luz constantly pissing off joe and joe immediately letting it go

- lip and speirs and their mutual competency kink

- I’M REAL SORRY FRANK skinny ilysm

[itneverendshere]

a circus ain't a love story - baby daddy! rafe.

request: "baby daddy! rafe where reader and rafe are not together and she’s going on dates with men and he’s jealous but not like possessive jealous but like 🤭 jealous?" @zyafics

warnings: cursing; rafe's an asshole but he's just going through it <3; a lil angsty??; lots of tension and pent-up frustration; they just need to fuck it out honestly.

rafe likes to think of himself as a changed man. 

long gone is the reckless impulsive guy that reigned horror in the outer banks. he’s grown now, the man of the family, and a father. he spends his days working hard, providing for his family, and cherishing every moment with his baby girl. 

but when he learns you’ve been seeing other men after your ‘amicable’ breakup, he feels like he’s nineteen and ranging in misplaced anger all over again. younger days, when his temper ruled his actions and consequences were an afterthought.

old insecurities resurface, whispering doubts and fears into his mind.

you’d broken up before, years ago, and it barely lasted a month before both of you caved in. but now? now, you have a baby together, and for some reason, the breakup feels…permanent. 

he thought you just needed a breather from him, a little space to settle your mind after going through all the changes with your pregnancy. maybe he took you for granted, maybe he became too comfortable, too complacent in the belief that your love was unshakeable. and he’s paying for it. 

“where the fuck are you going?”

he knows exactly where you’re going, he’s just a masochist.

rafe’s always been vocal about his thoughts around you, having virtually no filter between his brain and mouth. it’s something you’ve gotten used to after five years in a relationship, the man is nothing if not blunt and crass. but now, it's different.

you’re not a couple anymore. you shouldn't have to put up with his nagging bullshit. but you have a child together, which means that you’ll never be able to fully scratch him out of your system. 

how were you so good before and yet so terrible once your daughter got here? 

you sigh, choosing to keep your back to him. 

“date.”

you hear him snort, not even having to peek to know he’s shaking his head, blue eyes lingering between your new dress and the ceiling, “my bad. thought you were going to a gala.”

you turn then, hand on your waist as you take him in. it’s hard not to stare at his freshly shaved hair and it only makes you want to slap him stupid for not doing it years ago. what’s the point if you can’t have him? 

“why? it’s not illegal to put in effort.” you tilt your head slightly, ignoring the way his eyes are burning holes through your shiny legs.

he pulls his eyes back to your face, but all you can see is the imprinted vision of your daughter laying on his chest earlier, her chubby cheek pressed against his shirt and her little hand curled around his finger. 

rafe’s heart clenches, the bitterness of your words sinking deep into his bones. he knows what you're implying, knows that you're trying to hurt him.

“he’s worth all that, huh?”

you shrug your shoulder, pieces of your hair falling back as you attempt to act nonchalantly, “maybe he is.”

rafe’s lips twitch into a half-smirk, half-grimace, a familiar expression that used to make your heart race but now just knots your stomach.

“who is it this time? it’s just kinda hard to keep track of your dates.”

his gaze lingers on you, searching for something, perhaps a hint of the girl he fell in love with, buried beneath layers of resentment and exhaustion.

you grit your teeth, the frustration growing beneath the surface threatening to spill over, “you don’t know him.”

he shakes his head, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips. “got yourself a touron?”

“don’t piss me off.”

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “i’m not trying to. just curious.”

“his name is mike.”

rafe's lips quirk into a sardonic smile as he hears the name. "mike, huh? sounds like a guy who sells insurance or teaches yoga on the weekends."

you shoot him a glare, unamused by his jest. "can you just be serious for once?"

catching sight of the offended look in your face, he adds, “it’s not my fault you keep choosing the ugly ones.”

you stare at him incredulously, “you don’t even know him!”

“hear me out, okay? if you’re ever going to give charlotte a sibling might as well—“

you’d throw the mug on your kitchen table at his head if charlotte wasn’t sleeping in the room next door.

“you think you’re so fucking funny don’t you?!” 

rafe hushes you, one of his hands rising to his lips, “what happened to no cursing in the house?”

your eye twitches, fingers itching to wrap themselves around his throat. “i’ll strangle you right here, rafe.”

“you got a new kink, mama?”

his ability to push your buttons has always been unparalleled, and it seems he's mastered the art even more since your breakup. he still manages to evoke a weird mixture of irritation and fondness within you.

“you can’t keep doing this. i like mike, maybe i want to date mike.”

rafe's expression shifts, his brows furrowing slightly as if your words have struck a chord. but then, just as quickly, his facade hardens again. he raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "i’m just trying to help. you said the exact same thing about whatever his fucking name was two months ago.”

you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “see! you’re trying to patronize me.”

“’m not.”

“right,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, “course you aren’t.”

his taunting smirk is more than a little infuriating. “i just doubt this guy is gonna stick around.”

“oh, so that’s it?” you prod him, laughing in his face, hands curling into tight fists. you get closer, staring him down as you look upwards. “we’re back to lying to each other now?”

rafe’s face is contorted into a grimace; eyebrows furrowed, and you can feel his steady breathing before he speaks.

”i can do this all day.” he scoffs, a bitter edge creeping into his voice, “i think the moment you tell him about charlotte he’s gonna run back to whatever hole he creeped out of. you think he wants to be a daddy?”

“who said he has to? that’s your job. maybe i just want to fuck him, you ever think about that?” the admission feels like a betrayal and a liberation all at once.

it’s a familiar dance you two have been doing since the breakup – hurling accusations and blame at each other like weapons in a war neither of you can win.

rafe’s smirk fades into a scowl as your words hit him like a slap in the face. he takes a step back, one of his hands instinctively rising in a placating gesture, but there's a defiant glint in his eyes that tells you he's not backing down without a fight. 

his jaw tightens, “now you’re just trying to get under my skin.”

you throw your hands up in despair, “it’s always about you, unbelievable.” 

you feel like your heart is being vacuumed into your stomach as he stares.

“me?” his fingers dig into his chest, as if you’ve shot him right there, “you're the one who's constantly bringing up other guys, rubbing it in my face like- like i'm supposed to just sit back and take it."

you let out a slow controlled breath and attempt to loose your body movements. “we’re not doing this again.”

rafe knows he's treading on thin ice, but relents, “oh, m’sorry sweets. forgot you hate to be reminded i care.”

“care?” you laugh but it’s void of any humor, “is this your way of showing me you care? making me miserable? slut-shaming the mother of your daughter?”

“didn’t mean it like that, don’t twist my words.”

you square your shoulders, refusing to let him see the cracks in your armor. "you said what you said, and you can't take it back."

his jaw clenches, and you can almost hear the gears turning in his mind as he searches for the right words to say, “you’re pushing it.”

there’s a fiery anger in your eyes that makes his body warm. “so fucking what?”

without a word, rafe closes the distance between you, his movements tentative yet purposeful. his hand reaches out, fingers gripping your cheeks, his rough touch sending your body into a frenzy. you want to push him away, but the pull between you is too strong to resist. you’ve been yearning for his touch for months, no one knows how to pull your strings like he does.

“you drive me fucking insane, y’know that?”

you merely blink, pretending to be bored, “go fuck yourself.”

and then, in a rush of pent-up desire and frustration, rafe snakes a hand around the back of your head to pull you to meet him in a passionate kiss.

it’s all sorts of desperate as if trying to bridge the problems between you, you're arching into him as his hand trails down your spine. his tongue is brushing across yours in a tentative swipe before you’re meeting him halfway, kissing him urgently. there's a hunger in rafe’s touch, a desperation to reclaim what his lost, and you respond in kind, your hands roaming over his back, tracing the contours of his muscles with a familiarity that sends shivers down his spine.

“you’re not going on a fucking date.” he pants between kisses, the way his lips caress your face keeping you close distracting you momentarily.

“you can’t stop me.” 

his hand slides around your waist, over the curve of your ass, grabbing a handful in the process, “watch me.”

[hyuckilstan]

Darling - P.Sh

Pairing! — husband!Seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre! — fluffy smut

Summary! — seonghwa just cant wait to start a cute family with you :(

Warnings! — impregnation, breeding kink(cause c’mon its Hwa), the whole thing is sweet, its love making, praise, hwa calls reader darling a lot, dirty talk

Wc! — 1.8k+ words

a/n! — this was requested so I hope you like it

☽·Masterlist·☾

It was your usual Thursday evening, waiting for your very successful and busy husband to come home from work and fuck your brains out.

He usually got off early on Thursday so he always makes sure that he pays full attention on you when he gets home.

Today though, it seems that he is coming home later than he usually does, you don’t mind, of course, you know Seonghwa is a busy man with many responsibilities.

When you hear the sound of the door being unlocked you quickly jump up from your seat to give your husband a warm welcome.

He smiles back when he sees you and you smile, helping him to take off his coat and hanging it for him, “Thank you baby,” he says cupping your face and leaning down to kiss you and you happily return his kiss.

He walks to your shared bedroom to take a shower and now this time you’re waiting for your highly anticipated evening on the bed as you scroll through your phone.

When he walks out of the shower, you think you want the sight of Seonghwa with a towel loosely draped around his hips, abs glistening with small water droplets and damp hair that falls over his forehead which he usually combs back in a neat hairstyle to be imprinted in your head forever.

Seonghwa chuckles when he sees you staring, he then sits beside you, handing you a towel. You nod and shift to start drying his hair after putting your phone aside.

He hums, obviously relaxed from all the work stress, “This is nice, I missed you so much darling,” he says, “I missed you too Hwa, the house feels lonely without you.”

“I would get you a pet, but I have a feeling I wouldn’t like the thought of you paying attention to something else,” he jokes and you laugh, Seonghwa was always one to act rather possessive at times.

Once you’re done drying his hair, you put the towel away in the bathroom, when you get back to the bedroom, your husband is already staring at you with loving and lustful eyes.

“Come here,” he says, patting his lap and you walk over to him and he immediately pulls you by the wrist once you’re in his reach so that you are now sitting on his lap.

“Have you eaten?” you ask him when it gets too quiet and the tension is too strong for your brain to function properly, he shakes his head and smiles, kissing you on your temple.

“I’m craving something though,” he whispers in your ear, you feel like your whole body is heating up, especially when you start to notice Seonghwa’s bulge below you.

“What is it?” you probably sound so weak and defenseless right now, but he loves it.

“I’m craving for you darling, will you help me satisfy my hunger?” he asks oh so sweetly, you feel like you’re a prey and that he has cornered you but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once Seonghwa gets a little nod of affirmation from you, he delivers you a brief smirk and before you know it, he has already pinned you down on the bed, with his hands securing your wrists above your head.

A whimper leaves your mouth and he coos at you, “You’re so precious my darling, it makes me want to ruin you,” he kisses your neck and collarbones, then eventually kisses you passionately on your lips.

As he continues to kiss you all over your body, his hands snake under your shorts, cupping your heat, “You’re fucking wet darling, is it for me?” what a rhetorical question.

“Y-yes, only for you Hwa, only for you” your breath becomes hitched when he starts rubbing your clit after collecting your essence with his fingers, “I’m rock hard baby, only for you~” he repeats your own words to tease you.

His hand slides down from your clit to your hole, “I bet I can slip my fingers in you easily, maybe even my cock,” he whispers next to your ear, kissing along your jaw shortly after, “Should I test it out?”

When you whine out, Seonghwa takes it as a yes and easily slips two fingers in you, he hums in satisfaction when he proves his theory right, smirking at you while seeing your face filled with pleasure and ecstasy.

He slowly fucks his fingers into you, then sets it at a faster pace, resulting in you turning into a whining state. Seonghwa huffs out a laugh at your cuteness, he loves when you’re like this, his wife presented right in front of him, just for him.

“Fuck baby, I just have to be in you,” he says, “Please Hwa, I want you to fuck me,” you plead, and how could he say no, his sweet sweet wife was begging him to get fucked.

He makes haste to take off your shorts and shirt, he firsts admires you before progressing to take off your remaining under garments. You feel like his hands that are all over your body are making your body more hot.

He caresses you with love and passion, he’s calm, perhaps too calm for your liking given that your heart feels like its going to jump out of your chest, but then it is when he pulls away that you know the reason to why he's not in a hurry anymore.

You look at him with questioning eyes which makes him smile. He cups your cheeks, his thumb is circling your skin gently, “Well there’s been something that has my mind occupied as of late, but I’m not sure if you feel the same,” he tells you.

You tell him to go on, he doesn’t say anything though, he’s back to kissing you on your lips, his hand sliding up your breast to grope it, it makes you sigh in the kiss. You’re sure you can feel his smile against his lips.

For a second, you had the assumption that Seonghwa simply decided to not say what he was about to so you also chose to ignore it. Then he started kissing along your jawline, continuing his words, “Darling, what would you think of starting a family with me?” he whispers below your ear, it takes just a second for goosebumps to appear all over your skin.

You wouldn’t say it is in a bad way, rather, in a way that gets you excited, Seonghwa wants to start a family with you. That sentence rings in your head and you don’t even realize that he is waiting for your response.

When you snap out of it, your hands are in Seonghwa’s hair, tugging his hair. That already assures Seonghwa, but you answer him anyway, “As long as you promise to fuck the shit out of me,” you giggle and Seonghwa also huffs out a laugh.

He kisses your lips again for a brief moment, he’s back at smiling at you, its so warm, it makes you fall in love with Seonghwa all over again, he’s just graceful in every way; makes you wonder how you were lucky enough to marry him.

He starts lining his cock against your entrance, first rubbing it along your sex to collect your wetness, he finally prods the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing it in.

As he’s entering your hole, he takes you in his arms, holding you tightly and you both moan out, almost breathless. He stays like that for a while, caressing your face, kissing you there, his slim fingers are brushing your hair, it couldn’t get any more intimate while your husband is making love to you.

When he’s pushed all the way in, you clench around him, that makes Seonghwa groan out, then he suddenly pulls back to push back all the way in. It makes you wrap around him tightly, your nails digging in his back.

You can hear your husband's heavy breaths, its mixed with your whimpers when he starts fucking into you, rolling his hips skillfully, also pulling your hips against his.

He swallows your moans when he kisses you, he’s whispering all types of sweet words in your ear, all the more reminders that tell you that you fell in love with the right person.

“My darling likes being filled full of my cock, don’t you?” he says with a small smirk on his face and you nod gingerly

Seonghwa pulls away from holding you. He puts your legs above your shoulders, then pins your hands above your head securely with one of his hands, he continues to pound into you, the new position allowing him more access to thrust into you deeper.

Your whimpering and squirming only turns your husband more and he picks up his pace, peppering you with kisses all over and he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, “My darling is so pretty like this, all fucked up for me,” he groans in your ears.

Seonghwa wouldn’t admit it openly, but he has always thought of filling you with his cum until it flowed out of you, to see you pregnant so that everyone knows that he fucked his cum into you, it was the possessive thought that made him feel that way.

Now you’re lying under him, willingly giving him teh pleasure to do all of that, “Fuck baby, I can’t wait to see you all full of my cum, of my baby so that everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your moans fill up the room as Seonghwa whispers just the things he knows that would make you go crazy, so that your thoughts are filled with him and him only, he loves you so much and he makes sure you know it with every word and good fuck he delivers to you.

You let the pleasure take you, the pleasure that Seonghwa gives you and which he loves to until it starts forming a familiar feeling of overwhelming pleasure and your husband could tell, it was quite hard to miss when he felt you clench around him again, momentarily stopping his thrusts with the sudden action.

“Baby, if you clench around me like that I won’t last long,” he tells you right before licking your lips as he starts to kiss you again his words doesn’t help and before you know it, you’re coming while he’s deep into you.

Once Seonghwa realizes that you have gone into your blissful orgasm, he fucks into faster, harder, deeper, his arms are still holding you tightly into place, but this time by your hips while you shudder in pleasure.

Seonghwa’s heavy breaths can be heard when he finally empties into you, his warm release filling you up, he pulls away, staring at your exhausted body for a while.

His eyes avert from your own to your cum filled hole, Seonghwa clicks his tongue before bending back down to kiss over your collarbone, “Cum is flowing out of you darling..” he calmly states in a raspy voice.

A gasp leaves you when he pushes his fingers into your abused hole, pushing his release back into you, “We can’t have that can we?” he hums in question.

Seonghwa smiles at you, caressing your face gently, like he always has, “You did so well for me my love,” he tells you and you hum, pulling him into a hug.

Your husband holds you close as nonetheless you wrap your arms around him tightly, he does the same, almost as if he’s afraid to let you go. He kisses your forehead without saying anything, not like there is anything to be said

“You’re going to be a great mother darling,” he said, a smile spreads across your face, knowing that you might be able to give Seonghwa what he always wants give you happiness, and the fact that he wants to experience having a family with you was a huge next step.

“You’re also going to be a great mother Hwa,” Seonghwa laughs at your joke, he’s aware that sometimes he might give off a mother energy or title rather than a father’s but he’s okay with that though

As long as he gets to experience that with you.

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©hyuckilstan 2023. All rights reserved.

[daisykihannie]

[little hard thought]

one of my friends just put the idea of biting in my head, and it got me wondering if the leader’s (chan and hongjoong) are biters or if they like to leave other marks

chan- i feel like chan would bite, man’s is- quite feral, ngl. but not like painful bloody bite like possessive leave a hickey bite, y’know what i’m sayin? like he’d be sweet about it but then at the same time he’s absolutely rearranging your insides so it’s like-

hongjoong- joongie bites, but i feel like he’d also like- grab your hips and waist and leave little imprints when he’s finishing inside so then he’s like “triple claiming” you

you cannot tell me that these two would not be the most possessive men on earth with the idea of other people seeing you all ruined and blissed out

(but then i can also see both of them falling apart like little puppies and just listening to you and worshipping you without a real thought in their minds. just on their knees for you, whining and whimpering with tears in their eyes as they beg for your help when you’re working or busy)

((also i love your works!! you’re stuff is so amazing whether it’s fake texts or writing, omg. keep yourself hydrated and take a breath, take some breaks too 🫶🫶))

oh my god… i fucking love this. okay okay hear me out

Chan loves leaving hickeys Everywhere that can be hidden or mostly hidden like thighs, tummy, chest, collar bone, etc. He likes to leave them on the collarbone especially bc of the chance of someone seeing a tiny peak of it when the clothes move.

But he’s definitely gonna bite their partners shoulder when he cums, like he gets so overwhelmed by it that he grunts and tries to hold back any cries and whimpers by biting his partners shoulder hard. I feel like he doesn’t realize how hard he bites until he sees it bruising immediately and he’ll feel bad and apologize repeatedly.

Hongjoong is fucking FERAL for leavening visable bite marks. I don’t think he’d give many hickeys but his partner is definitely gonna have teeth imprints on their inner thighs, hips, neck, collarbones, etc. for 2-3 business days after. You could probably make a mold of his teeth from the marks in your skin.

If you try to cover them with makeup or something he will throw a tantrum and act like a kicked puppy bc why do you wanna cover up his love for you? why do you wanna hide the fact that you’re his and he’s yours?

Now if their partner is riding them? brain dead, babbling, babies istg. Just falling apart completely, begging for who knows what, praising you semi-coherently and when you lean forward and run your tongue across the skin on their throats or place feather light kisses? they are grabbing your thighs, your neck, anywhere they can reach to pull you closer.

The only thing coming from their mouth is “please please yes please” begging you to mark them, bite them, claim them, etc. make it hard for their makeup artists to cover their marks and they will in fact be upset about it the entire time bc more than anything, they belong to you. They wanna use the marks to brag that they are owned and no one else can have them.

Jeez, i kinda fucking ran away with this one… oopsie 🤷🏻‍♂️

[astayinwonderland]

SKZ Han hard thoughts... | +18 MDNI

the brain rot with Han is strong atm so let’s go with some smutty thoughts on perv!han 

perv!han who can’t keep his eyes off you while you savour that lollipop. the way your pretty mouth sucks the tip as you innocently put it all in your mouth makes him painfully hard. that should be him in your mouth, crying, begging for you to continue-- "yes, please just like that--ugh!"

perv!han who gifts you beautiful mini skirts and short dresses-- not only because he absolutely loves your legs, but because that grants him easy access to your cute pussy. he gets hard when you get all excited and try them on for him-- most of the time it ends with him railing you against the nearest surface.

perv!han who in the middle of dinner with friends, let his wandering hands under the table and under your mini skirt. it makes room under your thong to tease your now wetting cunt-- just a little bit. he brings those same digits to his mouth as he looks at you, raising his eyebrows "so good..."

perv!han who eats you out like a starved man. he is desperate, you feel so warm, your taste is heaven-sent. all he wants is to drown in you, to have your juices all over his face. he grunts and moans as he slurps every single drop of your arousal. your legs tremble around his head, cumming for the second time in his mouth. when he finally releases you, he's drenched in your arousal. he licks his lips again and again, trying to imprint your taste and smell on his brain.

perv!han who has to excuse himself when he's recording-- he calls you from the bathroom stall. "please baby, I just need your help... i can't think straight i need you so so fucking bad". so you after teasing him for a bit you ask him to touch himself, to picture how his cock would be ruining you in that very moment. you hear his heavy breath over the phone as you request a video call. somehow manages to accept only to see you touching yourself. "you're so hot, baby i-- i-- ugh want you so bad" he closes his eyes, his face expressing exquisite pleasure as he cums with a loud moan you're pretty sure chan heard all the way to the studio.

perv!han who loves it when the boys are over and he convinces you of having a quicky. he rams his cock inside you so deliciously as his hand covers your mouth, drool slips from the corner of your mouth as he whispers the nastiest things-- "your pussy is so fucking wet, bet they can listen how wet you are... shit, baby-- best. fucking. pussy. my dirty, dirty girl. gonna cum? cum for me, baby. bet they can hear your muffled cries as well... fuck-- I'm gonna cum..."

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a/n: gosh I am lost after writing this...

this is pure ✨fiction✨ ˜ masterlist

[writingforstraykids]

Jeongin and Chan for 💌 Chan wakes up to Jeongin humping his thigh before getting fucked so roughly the whole dorm hears finding out Chan's the sub🤤

Morning, Channie hyung

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan

Word Count: 1054

Warnings/Tags: smut, sub!chan, dom!innie, somnophilia (sort of), dry-hyumping, spanking

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Jeongin watches Chan, still comfortably asleep. His face looks so soft and vulnerable that it stirs something deep inside him. His hyung is someone worth protecting and taking care of. He always does with all of them in public, it's almost natural Chan likes to give up that responsibility with him. His fingers trace the outline of his face, down his jawline, and Chan makes a soft, sleepy sound as he brushes them against his lips. 

Jeongin’s hand wanders further down his bare torso, and his brain slowly picks up on the fact that Chan's still fully naked from last night. Excitement floods his system when he remembers the plug resting between his cheeks and Chan's agreement to be woken up with him using him. 

He gently pushes him onto his side so Chan's facing the mirror attached to the closet. He shuffles closer to him and presses up against him, dragging his hard dick over the back of his thigh. He buries his face in his shoulder as he does, stifling a moan against his skin as he works out a rhythm that feels so good. He knows the others are already up so he wants to be quiet until Chan's awake. Jeongin continues humping his thigh for a bit, smearing precum all over his golden skin, and glances into the mirror. He can tell Chan is slowly waking up, stirring a little in his sleep. 

Reaching down, he carefully eases out the plug, and Chan whimpers in protest at the sudden emptiness. Giggling, he pushes in his fingers instead, smiling to himself at how deliciously stretched out he is. Chan's lips part with a soft, low moan, eyelids fluttering a little. His breathing picks up a little, hand twitches on his pillow as his body slowly leaves its sweet slumber. Jeongin brushes his fingers against his prostate, and Chan's eyes shoot open with a long, shuddery moan. 

“I-Innie,” he breathes out drowsily, instinctively pressing back against his fingers. 

He plants a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Morning, Channie hyung.”

Chan shivers at another drag against his prostate and blinks sleepily. “Baby~,” he whines softly. 

“Mhm?” Jeongin hums gently. 

“More please,” he begs tiredly. “S’not enough.”

“You want more? Want me to ruin you that early already?” he asks, and Chan blushes heavily but nods. “Words, dummy.”

Chan gulps softly and meets his eyes through the mirror. “Please, Innie. Please ruin me.”

“Get on your stomach for me,” he tells him, and Chan complies with a soft grunt. Jeongin pulls him by his hips until he's on his knees, his bum up on display for him. He gently kneads his cheeks, and Chan shivers in anticipation. “Fuck, you're so pretty like this,” he tells him before bringing down his hand against his left cheek fiercely. 

Chan moans out loud, hand gripping the pillow. He barely has time to recover as Jeongin smacks his other cheek just as forcefully. “Don't stop, please,” he breathes out weakly, but his friend is nowhere close to stopping. 

“You get so needy for pain when you're still tired,” he giggles at the obscene noise leaving him when he hits the same spot again. That would leave a pretty imprint. “You like that, huh?”

Chan moans and nods weakly. “Y-Yeah,” he says, and another pleasurable pain stings through him. His mouth falls open with a very loud moan, eyes screwing shut as Jeongin suddenly slams his dick inside of him. “Fuck, Innie, don't stop,” he cries out, gripping the pillow tightly as the younger man pounds into him forcefully. 

Jeongin smirks to himself succeedingly as Chan is still too sleepy to realize how fucking loud he is right now. Loud enough for everyone to hear. Loud enough for everyone to know that Chan likes to be roughed up by him. Loud enough that every word can be understood only two rooms further.

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Felix almost drops his coffee as he hears it, wide eyes meeting Jisung’s across the table. “Chan?” he whispers. 

Seungmin's ears burn up, and he quickly lowers his gaze to his plate. “Didn't think Innie was the one in control with Chan hyung.”

“I thought Chan dislikes to submit?” Changbin frowns softly and Hyunjin shrugs, also a little surprised. 

Minho smirks knowingly and stirs his tea, not saying a word. Suddenly, all eyes are on him in the absence of a sassy comment. “What?” he asks and raises his eyebrows at him. “Do I look like I'd let Channie dominate me all the time? Huh?”

“Oh,” Jisung nods dumbly and squints his eyes at Minho. “So he-.”

“It's enough you guys found out like this; I won't share any delicate details,” Minho shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea calmly as Chan shouts their maknae’s name in pure bliss.

It's quiet for a while before the door opens, and everyone quickly busies themselves with their breakfast. Minho meets Jeongin’s eyes across the table and raises his eyebrows as he comes in with a proud grin. “What?” he asks smirking. 

“Really? When everyone's here?” he asks, amused. 

“I promised to wake him up properly,” he shrugs, and Changbin chokes on his coffee. Giggling, he grabs a plate, filling it to the brim, and some coffee. 

“You won't join us?” Felix squints at him. 

“I would, but I doubt he-.”

“Jeongin, you little brat,” Minho says sharply, and the younger one blushes at the tone. “That's enough teasing, thank you. Now go take care of the mess you made, and it's your ass that will be kicked if one of you is late for practice today.”

“Yes, hyung,” he nods sheepishly before quickly disappearing again.

He pushes the door to his room open and smiles at the sight of Chan in his clothes, cuddled up in the blanket comfortably. He climbs into bed and pulls him into his lap, soothingly fondling his back. “You're okay?”

“Very,” Chan nods sweetly and cuddles into him happily. “You should wake me up like that more often.”

He giggles and kisses his head, grabbing the plate. “If that's what my pretty hyung wants.”

Chan blushes a little, but before he can protest, a grape is pushed into his mouth. “Ey,” he mumbles softly. 

“Don't even dare say anything else, Channie,” he laughs and continues feeding him. “Now enjoy your breakfast.”

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[lewmagoo]

haunted by the thought of rubbing ben’s shoulders when he’s been hunched over his typewriter for too long. it’s late, and you just want him to come back to bed, but he’s stiff and needs some help relaxing first. your hands are just the thing (and then maybe your mouth 🫶🏻)

— mearslot

thinking about ben being tense while writing so you start to massage his shoulders which leads to kissing his neck and then cock warming him while he continues typing away 😵‍💫

i am combining these two because they came in at the same time and i couldn’t just answer one and not the other of course!

it was well past one o’clock in the morning when your eyes popped open for an inexplicable reason. no, not inexplicable. it was the rhythmic tap-tap-tapping of your husband’s typewriter down the hall. you had no idea how long he’d been up, but his side of the bed was well past the point of cold. it was chilly outside, and you longed for his warmth to snuggle into. so you let out a soft sigh and sat up in bed, swinging your legs over the side and rising to your feet. you passed across the room and down the hall, where the lamp on his desk cast a golden hue through the crack of the office door. you rapped your knuckles against the wood as you gently pushed the door open, revealing the sight of ben, shirtless, glasses perched on his nose, hunched over his typewriter.

he paused when he became aware of your presence, straightening. he gave an apologetic smile. “did i wake you?” he asked. you crossed the threshold, feet leaving imprints in the carpet. you rounded his desk, fingers dancing along his arm as you moved to stand behind him. he leaned back into you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“you did,” came your reply. leaning down, you rested your chin upon his bare shoulder. “come back to bed, baby. it’s cold, and i want to snuggle up under the covers with you.”

he took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. “i’d love nothing more than to do that, but i can’t sleep. my brain’s a jumbled mess. and i’ve been at this for…” he glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner “…two hours. i’m stiff as a board.”

“let me help,” you volunteered, moving to stand upright before you let your hands rest upon his shoulders. it came as no surprise that he was as rigid as a cord pulled taut. he carried all of his tension in his upper back, shoulders, and neck. recently, he’d been complaining about neck pain, and you knew it was because he would sit at this typewriter for hours on end, lost in his work. he was also trying to meet some deadlines for his upcoming book, so his stress was at an all time high.

“you can try, but i don’t know if it’ll do much good.” he put his glasses back on, bringing his fingers back to the keys as you began to apply pressure to his shoulders. gentle at first, but upping the intensity as you went. for a few moments, ben continued to type, but he soon let out a sigh and leaned his head back, resting it upon the softness of your abdomen. “oh, oh honey. that actually feels really good,” he sighed.

you couldn’t help but smile, thumbs pressing firmly into the juncture of his neck. “yeah? just relax for a minute, turn off that beautiful brain of yours and lemme work you over.” he did, letting his eyes flutter shut as he focused on the feeling of your loving hands. after a little while, you could feel some of the tension beginning to melt away. and as it did, he let out the softest moans of delight.

when you worked through a particularly tight spot, he let out the most salacious moan, mouth falling open. you weren’t ashamed to admit that it sent a jolt of arousal through you. hands still working his muscles, you leaned down, pressing your mouth against the side of his neck. one kiss after the other across his warm skin, until you decided to give him a playful nip. he hissed, shuddering when you soothed the bite with your tongue.

“are you trying to get me hard?” he breathed. your eyes flickered down, and your teeth sank into your bottom lip when you realized his cock was already stirring within the soft fabric of his pajama pants.

“what if i am?” you answered, one hand already wandering down the expanse of his chest. he didn’t stop you. in fact, he watched as you trailed your fingers along his stomach, and then over his crotch. your knees went weak as you gently grasped him, only to feel it grow in your palm. “can i keep you warm. please, benny?”

you asked so sweetly, and it sent more blood rushing south. his writing was entirely forgotten now as his desire for his darling wife clouded his senses. “of course you can, sweetheart.” a dreamy smile played upon his lips as he pushed his chair back. “but i think i’d much rather do it in bed, where we’ll both be more comfortable.”

as he stood, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you. you melted into him, whining into his mouth as you felt his hard cock pressing against your hip. he broke away from you to fumble for the lamp switch. he could finish his writing in the morning. besides, it wasn’t the medicine he needed to help relax him. you were, with your softness and your scent and your inviting pussy that would soon envelope him.

darkness swallowed the room, and ben continued to kiss at your mouth while trying to guide you out of the room. this didn’t bode well for him as he ran his foot into the edge of the desk. “fuck,” he quietly cursed. you covered your mouth and tried to hold in your giggle.

“are you okay?” laughter in your tone.

“i’m fine.”

“we could turn on the—”

“shh.” again, he was kissing you, and you could feel his smile. both of you ambled down the dim hallway, laughing at the silliness of it all. once you made it to the bedroom, ben was quick to climb into bed. “c’mere, you.”

you joined him without hesitation. he kicked his sleep pants off somewhere unbeknownst, and you simply rid yourself of your own bottoms before you climbed on top of him. he was propped against a few pillows, in a comfortable position. you reached down, fully intending to prep yourself to take him, but he stayed your hands. “let me.” carefully, his long, skilled fingers sought out the place where you needed him most. you leaned in, kissing him languidly as he worked those fingers into you. gentle, slow, easy. you rocked against him, gasping at how quickly you grew soaked. the sound of it reached your ears, slick and lewd.

“i-i’m ready,” you whispered into the stillness of the bedroom. ben hummed, fingers slipping out of you. he brought them to his mouth, sucking tour wetness off them before he reached down to grip his cock. he offered a few firm strokes before he aligned himself with your opening. slowly, oh so slowly, you began to inch down into him. and there it was, that delicious stretch. so satisfying and overwhelming all at once. god, he filled you so well. it punched the very breath from your lungs.

he guided you, hands on your hips, lower and lower and lower, until, “oh, oh, ben.” you’d taken him to the hilt. you were so full, but not in a way that caused you discomfort. this connection, this joining of your bodies as one, made you feel alive.

“tha-that’s it. oh, honey, you feel so good wrapped around me like this.” his voice had taken on that higher pitch that it usually did when he was blissed out. “perfect. so perfect.” he let his head fall back against the pillows, hair framing his head like a halo. it was as if every ounce of tension had melted out of his body at once.

you settled against him, with your head nestled against his chest. he pulled the blankets over both of you, surrounding you with warmth. this felt right. just like it always did. the two of you connected, not for pleasure, but for comfort and intimacy. it quieted the white noise in his mind, and it brought a sense of safety and security over you.

“i love you, sweetheart,” you heard him sleepily murmur against the top of your head. you hummed, snuggling further into him. it seemed that, if only for a little while, all the stress could melt away. and for the first time all night, ben closed his eyes, and found rest.

[sashiavi]

I found out cats can get pregnant by multiple males in the same pregnancy.Cat girl!reader and baby fever kavetham that decided to take advantage of that fact? I have been losing my sanity since I read the last catgirl one.

✿Alhaitham x Kaveh x KittyGirl! Reader✿

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐!

𝙸 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝙷𝚊𝚍 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎

𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 - 𝙸 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚎 𝙾𝚛 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎 - 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

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♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡

Alhaitham and Kaveh Have Baby Fever - ♡Bulleted Fic♡

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘: | 𝙺𝙸𝚃𝚃𝚈𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻!𝙷𝚈𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 | 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱 |

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙺𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : | 18+ | 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 | 𝙷𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 | 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚢 | 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎 | 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙳𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙲𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝙲𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 |

○•Masterlist•○

Kaveh and Alhaitham with Baby Fever ♡

○ They're a dangerous duo - Kaveh and Alhaitham- When they put their minds together the pair are extremely competent and calculative. The two are often on the same wavelength, their approach to a problem may be unconventional to one another, but in the end the two come together. Figuratively and Literally in this sense.

● It all started when Tighnari mentioned that Feline Hybrids could have multiple babies with differing fathers at the same time. Within the same litter if you will. A fact he knew both from his Amurta Darshan and through varying hybrid communities he had connections to.

○ This small side comment imprints into Kaveh and Alhaitham's brains. The thought of filling up their sweet little kitty girl with both of their seed had them buzzing. Making her into a mommy, the sweetest mommy they could. This definitely spiraled for the two men, they carried out extensive research, delving into countless books and scripts - As an akademic does, they couldn't do a half-assed job after all.

● The two men begin to obsess, the idea nearly breaking their will, almost turning them into uncivilized perverts - almost - At least to the outside world, they appeared to go about their business as normal. However, behind closed doors was a different story.

○ The pair take turns, fucking into their sweet Kitten's pussy from behind, filling her up so lovingly~ They ensure that her belly swells full of their sweet, spunky mix. Milky cum leaks out of her Kitten cunt, drooling down her thighs. Alhaitham drags his fat cock head up her slit, catching hot beads of slick, coaxing the thick pearly substance back into her little hole.

● Kaveh rocks his hips against his Kitten's ass, gripping her hips tight with his fingers. His pretty cock pulses hard as he comes deep inside his sweet Kitten's cunny. Kaveh presses his hips to her behind, locking the pair together. He stays in place, his cock plugging up her leaky hole, making sure all the gooey cum stays inside of her.

○ Their Kitten's pretty cunt feels so warm and slick around their lengths, her insides coated in their fertile seed. Her pussy squeezes so nicely against their cocks, milking their lengths, practically forcing them to breed her sweet cunny.

● They make sure to dill her pretty kitty cunny in many different positions. Alhaitham presses her back into the covers below, pinning her knees to her shoulders, putting her dribbling pussy on display. He fucks his fat cock roughly into her gushy cunny, his heavy balls slap against her fat pussy lips. His hands are firm on her legs, squeezing hard into her flesh. His Kitten mewls and whines out, fucked stupid on his cock, stuck in a mating press while she begs him for more, for more sticky cum in her pretty pussy, to breed her full.

○ Kaveh sits his pretty kitty in his lap, his soft hands grip on her hips, pulling her down onto the length of his cock. Her belly bulges, both with his thick length and the obscene amount of milky cum stuffed into her cunny. Kaveh's cock fills her up so well, fucking cum deeper into her kitty cunt. Some of it dribbles out with every thrust he makes, creating a sticky mess on his lap. Not that minds, he had plenty more to give to her.

● Sometimes, they get a little over excited, Alhaitham fucks her sweet pussy a little too hard, their cum spurts out of her little hole and dribbles around his cock. Or Kaveh can't help but lick at her glossy cunt, slurping up all the yummy mess he and Alhaitham made, forcing them to fill their little kitty up all over again ♡

○ Her tummy felt so full :( Her cunny gets repeatedly stuffed, her boys filling her so nicely with their cum, ensuring that they each breed her into a mommy.

● This could go on for days, stuffing their sweet Kitten up full of their spunky and sticky seed. She'll take it all gladly, working their cocks with her Kitten cunt, milking their length with her pussy. One day, maybe her belly will swell with something more than their sweet, milky cum ♡

*𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜* 𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚑 𝚞𝚑𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙸𝚝 𝙸𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙰 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝙶𝚘 𝙵𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙻

𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 😩

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐!

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•°𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚎 𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍•°

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[svtyandere]

omggg hi i’m so excited this is exactly what i’ve been waiting for 🥹

can i request a yandere jeonghan imagine where he continually cheats on y/n to try and make her jealous but it only causes her to hate him more. like i want her to turn cold towards him and he ends up breaking down because she can’t look at him the same anymore.

yk maybe turn a little crazy hehehe 🤭

and thank you! i can’t wait for your future writings!! 🤍🤍🤍

TW: threats of self-harm, mentions of murder, yandere behaviour

Doormat. That’s what your friends accused you of being. And that’s what you were every time Jeonghan walked out the front door. You knew what he was doing, anyone with half a brain knew. And honestly, you were fed up. 

Jeonghan stumbled through the door, the imprint of lips pushed onto his collar and breath reeking of alcohol. A greasy, “hey baby”, crawled out of his throat. Yet you paid him no mind, completely immersed in eating your dinner. Dragging his gaze up, he frowns as he realises there is only one plate on the table, yours. "What's up, huh? Why'd y'not make food for me?" He pouts and slumps against your back. Biting back an anguished scream, you lift your plate and carry it toward the kitchen. Jeonghan however, almost falls over due to the abruptness of your actions.

Jeonghan looks like he’s praying. His hands grasping at the skin of your soft thighs and his knees bare against the hard cold floor, is the greatest juxtaposition, he thinks. "Baby please, I love you more than anything in the world. I only did it for your attention, I'm so desperate for it. I need it! I need you!", he whimpers, pushing his face further into your thighs. Slap! As soon as his pleading eyes meet your own cold ones, you raise your hand and strike. The moan he lets out is downright sinful. This sound, however, furthers your hatred. "You're fucking disgusting. Going around and sleeping with other women. I hate you." At this, tears, which previously have been pooling in the corners of his eyes, stream down his face. Jeonghan wails, "No please! They mean nothing to me! Nothing! You are all that matters, they're worthless!" At this, he pauses, considering. Gently, he reaches for your chin, twisting it to face him. "All of those women I flirted and slept with, every single one... is dead. I killed them all. Taking me away from you and causing you to hate me was a crime punishable by death. I can show you if you'd like? Prove my love for you? Or maybe you should punish me? I've definitely been a bad boy... and bad boys need to be punished. If not by you... then I'll do it myself." As he finishes his speech, he leaps up. Positioning a knife at his wrist, he pleads to you, "Take me back baby, I know I've been bad... I just missed you so much. If you don't love me... pay attention to me... I don't think I can live."

[skullpie]

3:37 pm

tatta x fem reader smut

[cw: tummy bulge, riding, spit, the l word, doggy, begging, creampie, spanking]

you ride his dick, slowly, letting the shaft drag along your walls in deep strokes. tatta’s head is thrown back against the head board, an arm thrown across his eyes and forehead like it’s too much for him–and it almost is.

you let your hands slip under his tshirt, gliding up and caressing his torso. his skin is hot, and he squirms at your feather-light touch. you brace yourself by planting your hands firmly on his chest just underneath his collarbones.

he moans at the slow pace. it sort of makes his brain go fuzzy. he’s never felt this good before and you know this. his mouth hangs open in an o shape. you look down, watching him slip in and out of you deliciously when you notice you can see the imprint of the movements in your belly.

the sight alone causes you to groan, and you speed up suddenly to watch the outline of his dick move. when you change pace, tatta jolts, not having expected the speed change. this makes you giggle.

“baby look,”

you urge, reaching up and moving his hand from his face, which is scrunched up in pleasure. is eyes flutter open, and he directs his attention down to where your bodies connect, following your eyes, and he lets out pathetic whimper at the sight of it.

“look at how deep you are.”

still holding onto his hand, you bring it down to your abdomen, applying pressure which makes tatta throw his head back again, knocking his head against the head board.

you roll your hips in a circular motion, eyes still trained on the bulge in ur tummy when he takes his hands and snakes them up your body, squeezing your hips and slipping them underneath your bathing suit bottoms to squeeze your butt.

“god,”

he groans, sitting up more. he grips your back side so tightly but makes no move to guide your movements, though you wish he would. you look back up and make eye contact with him. his face is flushed red and what little you can see of his hair peeking out from underneath his cap is sticking to his forehead with sweat.

you lean down, still grinding your hips, and begin pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck, sucking and licking his skin while he writhes under you. you travel up, kissing him on the mouth and reaching a hand up to yank his hat off of him so you can run your hands through his hair.

“love you so much.”

he manages to get out between the kisses. you feel his dick twitch inside you when you bite down on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, and he bucks his hips uncontrolled at the feeling.

you yelp at the sudden movement, pulling away from the kiss. you see his face shift into an apologetic expression. he thinks he’s hurt you for a moment, but before he can apologize, you stop him when you spit onto your fingers and reach down to rub your clit.

“do that again, please,”

“what?”

normally you’d find his obliviousness cute and all, but when you’re approaching orgasm, you feel frustrated.

“tatta, fuck me,”

you keep rubbing at yourself, watching the gears sort of turn as he processes the request-no-the demand. and, once again, he’s cute, but he’d be cuter if he was drilling you right now instead of thinking about logistics.

"please pound my pussy, wanna cum for you,”

your lewd language flusters him, but lights a fire in him.

“want you to come for me too.”

you add, leaning down close to his ear.

at your words, tatta groans, then slips out from underneath you, causing you to fall forward, chest pressing into the mattress. he’s behind you now, and you feel him caressing your butt briefly before he’s yanking your swimsuit bottoms all the way off, and pressing his hard dick into your backside.

you whine, wiggling your ass in an attempt to gain friction, but before you know it, he’s in you again, pounding your cunt with a speed you hadn’t expected out of him, causing you to let out a guttural moan.

“oh my god, yes.”

you pant, gripping the sheets. though you can’t see it, his eyes are trained on his own dick sliding in and out of your pussy.

“you’re so good.”

he praises, raising a hand to push his hair out of his face. when his hand comes back down to grip your hips again, he lands it much harder than he means. you expect him to apologize, but you realize your words must have gotten to him more than you thought when he does it again, intentionally this time, and harder.

“you’re so perfect, angel.”

he compliments again, smacking your ass again and again, fixated on the way it turns red and jiggles when he does so. you feel your stomach sort of knotting, getting tighter, and the pleasure you feel increases.

“tatta ‘m so close please please please.”

you don’t exactly know what you’re begging for. you know he’d never stop–he’s not the edging type–but you feel so good and your brain is so fuzzy that the words come spilling out anyways.

“yeah, gonna cum for me?”

he asks, and hearing him talk so dirty almost pushes you over the edge alone. you whimper an ‘mhm’

“where should i cum?”

he asks, sincerely, and you can tell his confidence he’s gained in the short time beings to fade once he becomes unsure. you think (as much as your foggy mind will allow) and pleasure takes over when you answer.

“inside. give me your cum. need you to fill me up.”

it doesn’t take more than a couple strokes after that for tatta to shoot off inside you, shaking from orgasm. the feeling of being filled with his load pushes you over as well, and you’re open-mouthed moaning into the sheets beneath you.

you both stay there for a moment, breathing heavily and coming down from your orgasm highs. you push yourself up onto your hands, prompting tatta to finally slip out of you. he watches his cum drip out of you, and almost gets hard again from the sight.

you roll over onto your back, and see him still kneeling there, hair messy and skin flushed. you smile up at him. he flops down next to you, also on his back.

“hmm i need you do that again sometime.”

“do what?”

“fuck the shit out of me.”

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 30

Eminem x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : Reader wakes up and learns that Em left the room to go and see Tracy in the middle of the night.

Tags : Fluff - Comfort

Y/N’s POV

You opened your eyes  as you felt a dip in the mattress. It was Marshall getting under the cover. You weren’t even aware he was gone. The slight space between the hotel room’s curtain let a little bit of light in. You assumed it was early in the morning. 

Hey, you said in a raspy voice. 

Sorry baby, didn’t mean to wake you up, he said softly. 

Were you gone ? You asked with a small yawn. 

For a minute, yeah, he said. Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep, my love. 

Wasn’t he aware that telling you not to worry about it and going back to sleep was a sure fire way for you to actually about it and not be able to sleep ? You sat up in bed and stared at him. 

Where were you ? You asked. 

Not important, he said as he tried to get you to lie down. Let’s sleep, ok ? I want to cuddle. 

Marshall…

He turned and looked at you. You were fully awake and staring at him with a stern look on your face. 

You’re not going to let this go, are you ? He asked. 

Do you even have to ask ? 

Probably not, he mumbled. Well, you might as well know… I went to talk to Tracy. 

You couldn’t help but chortle nervously. Why on earth would he visit another woman’s hotel room in the middle of the night, right after you had a conversation about his recent sexual encounter with her ? As much as you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, it was hard. You knew better than to stereotype, of course, but your boyfriend was literally a superstar rapper on tour with women throwing themselves at him. You wanted to believe all the lovely things he said to you, the love words he whispered in your ear, but it was hard. And even though you had no right to be upset about it, the image of Tracy kissing him and throwing herself at him in a hotel room in London was imprinted in your brain. The idea that he visited her in the middle of the night, while you were asleep and expecting to wake up in his arms was a painful one. 

You’ve got to be kidding me, you said. 

Babe, don’t get mad, he said. 

Why would I get mad ? You asked sarcastically. You have every right to go and see another woman in the middle of the night. Especially when she was eager to get on her knees two nights ago. 

Well, I do have a right to, he pointed out calmly. 

You glared at him. The fact that he was right did not matter in the moment. That was not what you wanted to hear. All you wanted was for him to tell you nothing happened between them and that soon, she would be gone forever. Actually, no. What you actually wanted was for nothing to ever had happened between the two of them, no matter how irrational that was. You knew that Marshall had a past. After all, it came with the territory of being with someone older. His sentimental life had begun way before you were even born, so you couldn’t expect to be the first woman he ever dated. When you were first together, you had never really felt threatened by another woman. In fact, you had always felt pretty secure, even though your relationship was a secret. But now, it was different. Because for all you knew, he was always surrounded by women. It wasn’t just him and studio personnel anymore. He had a whole team surrounding him everywhere he went. A team that included a woman he had dated and slept with. You had absolutely no right to be, but you were jealous. It was very new to you, not only in this relationship, but also in general. It was very much out of character for you and yet, it was very real. 

Whatever, you said coldly as you got up. 

Where are you going ? He asked. 

On the couch. 

Y/N, you can’t be serious, he said. Nothing happened with Tracy. We just talked. 

How am I supposed to know that ?! You blurted out. And how am I supposed to believe that ? It’s the middle of the night, we just got back together and you went to see another woman in her hotel room. And not just any woman, by the way. Your fucking ex, that you almost slept with 48 hours ago. How can I not be insecure about that ? She's a woman you have a past with, she knows you better than I do and, more importantly, you care enough about her to leave me in the middle of the night. You left me for her, Marshall. 

By the end of your speech, you were in tears. These were tears of sadness and frustration. But most of all, these were tears of fright : you were frightened by the idea that he would leave you for her, or any other woman who threw herself at him, for that matter. Back when you were in Detroit, even though you knew he was a celebrity, the notion of him having options with other women was vague. Of course he was attractive and a catch, there was no doubt about that, but he had never shown too much interest in anyone other than you, apart from Nicole, but that was before you actually dated. Marshall pulled you in for a hug and you let him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he stroked your hair and traced circles on your skin. 

Don’t cry, my love, he said softly. I’m sorry I didn’t see things from your perspective. I went to see her because she asked me if we could finish our conversation. I didn’t leave you for her. I only went there because I wanted to get it over with, and because I see her as a friend. 

What conversation ? You asked as you sniffled. 

The one we were having in the corridor before you heard us, he said. The one about you. 

Oh, you said sheepishly. Why did she want to talk about me anyway ? 

He looked at you and took your hand in his. It felt like he was about to give you some horrible news. 

Well, he said, she was a bit surprised that I suddenly had a girlfriend. Especially one I quickly introduced to everyone when almost no one on the team knew about it in the first place. She was a bit confused about what happened between us two days ago, too. So she had a few questions and I answered them. 

What did you tell her ? You asked. 

The truth, he shrugged. I told her that I’ve been in love with you for ages and that we just got back together. And that the reason why I am introducing you to people is because things are serious between us. I don’t have anything to hide here. 

Why does she care anyway ? You groaned. 

Because she’s on my team and she’s known me forever, so she knows it’s a bit uncommon for me to act like this, he said. But she also told me that, before knowing I was with you, she was hoping that we could give our relationship another try. 

What did you say ? You asked nervously. 

I was honest, he shrugged. I told her I don’t see her like that anymore and that I’m sorry she got her hopes up. I also told her that it would be best if she could figure out how she feels while I’m on vacation. You know, she’s a friend and I like having her to assist me because she does a great job. But if she thinks it’s going to be too hard, we’ll have to figure out something. Obviously I wouldn’t fire her over potential feelings she may have for me, but I don’t want the situation to get weird. It would make everyone’s job and life difficult. So anyway, I told her to take a bit of time off and we’ll see how it goes when I get back to work. 

You nodded. He was obviously clear-headed and reasonable. Some shameful part of you wanted him to fire Tracy, or at least for her to disappear, but you knew it wasn’t a reasonable nor a realistic expectation. You also appreciated the kindness he showed. He cupped your cheek and smiled softly. 

You don’t have to worry about anything, baby, he said. I mean, I understand the worry, obviously. But I want you to know that you are my priority. 

I know, you said. I mean, I believe you, but all these thoughts… they’re hitting me all of a sudden, you know ? And I usually hate jealousy in relationships, but I swear, imagining you with her, it breaks my heart, Marshall… 

I get it, he said. I can’t blame you. I would probably feel the same way, if the situation was reversed. Or worse, if I’m honest. So I understand. But I’ll say it again and I’ll repeat it until it’s engraved in your brain : you are my one and only. And I’m sorry I left. But I’m also glad I did. At least the situation is clearer now. In a few hours, Tracy will be gone and it will be just us. 

Ok, you said softly. Thank you for understanding… I think it’s overwhelming. It’s a lot in very little time, you know ? 

It is, he nodded. If I’m honest, I think I might need some rest after all these emotions. How about we spend the day in bed ? Just the two of us. No phones, no one around… just me, you, some movies and maybe food ? 

I’d like that, you said. I missed cuddling with you. 

Me too, he said with a smile. You have no idea. 

You smiled and he pulled you to him for a warm embrace, whispering sweet love words in your ear. 

I am yours, Y/N, he said softly. Yours only. 

I’m yours too, you replied as you nuzzled his neck. 

Now, will my beautiful girl allow me to go to sleep ? He asked with a grin.

You nodded and he wasted no time imprisoning you in his arms, pulling the cover over your bodies. Your limbs were tangled together and he whispered to you how much you meant to him, how happy he was to have you back in his arms. You fell asleep a bit reassured. 

You spent the next day following Marshall’s plans : you did absolutely nothing except lounging in bed, cuddling and watching movies. Apparently, touring had exhausted him and he needed the rest. You had also turned off your phones, so as not to be bothered. This allowed you to get reacquainted with each other’s presence. You were in a little bubble, just the two of you. It almost felt as if you had never broken up : you were back to talking about anything, making silly jokes… You talked about everything, catching on each other’s life and Marshall brought up the topic of your future. 

So, what are your plans for after our vacation ? He asked as he played with your fingers. 

I don’t know, you said honestly. I’ll keep the job search going, I guess. 

Have you sent out a lot of applications ? He asked. 

Tons, you said. But the job market in France is shit right now, especially in my field, so…. I guess I’ll have to keep hearing my father tell me that I’m a complete and utter failure for a while. 

You don’t have to, he pointed out. 

Well, I’m living with him, so… 

You could always move somewhere else, he shrugged. 

I’d need a stable job first, you said. Housing market is a nightmare in Paris and my savings would not be enough to convince a landlord. 

You don’t get what I’m hinting at, don’t you ? He asked. 

It was true : you had absolutely no idea. To be fair, he wasn’t helping much. It was also a bit frustrating to have him tell you you should just move out of your Dad’s apartment. As if it were that simple. You didn’t take any pleasure in being almost 28 and living in your childhood bedroom. Obviously, if you’d been able to afford living on your own, you would have done that long ago. But with no job prospects, it was hard. 

What are you hinting at exactly ? You asked. 

You told me you’re not really happy in France, he said. Why don’t you come back to the US ? 

It’s true that I might have better opportunities, you said. That being said… the housing issue still stands. At least while I search for a job. And I can’t ask Tay and Jamal. They would probably say yes, but I’ve already lived with them rent-free for about a year. 

Someone else, then, he suggested.  

I don’t want to bother anyone, you said. I’m not some type of freeloader who expects favors… 

For fuck’s sake, babe, I’m suggesting that you move in with me, he said. Aren’t doctors supposed to be smart or something ? 

You stared at him in shock. Was he seriously asking you to move in with him, merely 48 hours after getting back together ? He was speaking matter-of-factly, as if it were no big deal and he had simply made dinner suggestions. 

Are you serious ? You asked carefully. 

Yeah, he shrugged. 

It hasn’t even been three days, Marshall, you pointed out. 

It’s not like we just met, he replied. Before you left, you had most of your stuff at my place and we slept together every night. We were practically living together, babe. 

I guess, you said. But it’s still different… 

How so ? He asked. The only thing that would change would be your name on the mailbox. 

Not really, you pointed out. What if we have a fight ? Or if we simply don’t get along ? 

Why wouldn’t we get along ? He scoffed. We’ve always gotten along, baby. There’s literally no reason why it would change. And if we have a fight… Well every couple fights, you know ? It’s bound to happen at one point or another. What I’m really saying is that I’m in love with you and I want to live with you. 

But… why ? You asked, still flabbergasted. 

Why do people ever live together ? He asked. I’ve seen what my life looks like with you in and out of it and I know for a fact that I’m happier when you’re with me. Why wouldn’t I want to live with you ? Why wouldn’t I want to wake up next to the woman I love every morning, fall asleep with her in my arms every night and experience every day with her ? 

But it’s such a big move, you said. 

It is, he agreed. But it’s also very simple. In life, you have to do what makes you happy, right ? And I know being with you is what makes me happy. What do you think, baby ? 

I don’t know, you said honestly.  When you put it like that, it’s really tempting, but… That’s a big step to take, should we really do that on impulse ? 

My best choices were made on impulse, he grinned. First rap battle ? Impulse. Keeping Hailie when Kim got pregnant and we were broke ? Impulse. Signing 50 ? Impulse. Adopting Stevie when I got back with Kim and she was pregnant with another dude’s child ? Impulse. Deciding to be with you after months of thinking it was a bad idea ? Impulse. The list goes on. 

He was staring at you with a smile, holding your hand in his. You weren’t too sure what to think. He was the love of your life. Of course you wanted to live with him. However, a small part of your brain was telling you it was unreasonable. 

So ? What do you say ? He asked. 

I kind of want to say yes, you admitted with a shy smile. 

Say yes, then, he said with a smile. Please say yes. 

Can I just say maybe for now ? And have some time to think about it ? You asked. 

We have a couple of weeks together before I have to fly home to Detroit, he said. Just enough time for me to convince you to come with me. 

I didn’t say I needed convincing, you chuckled. I said I needed to think about it. 

But you know I relish a challenge, he smirked. 

You giggled and kissed him. He whispered sweet words in your ear, promising to make you happy if you said yes. You loved how sweet and soft he was when he was with you. Suddenly, a few questions popped into your head : how many women had he lived with ? Did he move in as fast with them ? How about Tracy ? Had she lived with him ? In all the time you’d known him, he had only mentioned Kim. But he wasn’t really one to spill when it came to his personal life.   

Can I ask you a question ? You asked. 

Of course, he said. What about ? 

About moving in together.

Please do, he said with a boyish grin. Anything to make you agree. 

Have you lived with ahem… a lot of people ? You asked, embarrassed. 

And by people, you mean women, right ? He asked back, with a raised eyebrow. 

Well… hum… yes, you admitted. 

I guess we sort of have to do this, if we’re ever gonna move in together, he mumbled. 

Do what ? 

The inventory of past relationships, he explained. 

You know all about mine, you pointed out. You, on the other hand, never talk about yours… 

True, he shrugged. I hate talking about my personal life. When it’s ongoing, I consider things to be private, and when it’s over, I don’t really see why I should talk about it. Anyway, to go back to your question, I haven’t lived with a lot of women. 

Meaning ? You asked. 

Meaning I’ve only ever lived with Kim, he said. 

Really ? You asked in shock. 

Really, he said with a smile. When we got divorced, I was 34, with 3 kids. So I felt like I needed some time to myself. Then, I got sober so I focused on getting better. And then, I dated for a bit, but I didn’t really want to bring another woman in the house while the girls were growing up.  I mean, I introduced some of them to my family, but as far as actually moving in together ? No. So… you’re not one in a thousand, Y/N. 

I wasn’t saying that, you sheepishly defended yourself. 

You were, he chuckled. But that’s ok. I get that it can be a little scary. Just so you know, contrary to popular belief, I haven’t dated tons of women, you know ? 

Just slept with a lot of them ? You joked. 

Basically, yeah, he said with a laugh. 

Can I ask about that ? You asked, feeling suddenly curious. 

I guess, he chuckled. 

How many women have you slept with ? 

No idea, he shrugged. A lot, I guess. Though I can tell you the number is definitely not as high as what people can expect. 

Really ? You asked in disbelief.

Yeah, he said with a smile. I mean, there was a point in my life when I wanted to get all the pussy I could, for sure, but it was short-lived. Most of the stuff happened on tour but I wasn’t fucking groupies every night for ten years, you know ? Also, drugs kind of ruined my sex life for a while. And my perspective on that shifted when I started recovery and got older anyway. 

You nodded in understanding and he told you more about sex and recovery, how hard it had been for him, as well as his physical insecurities due to the weight he had put on when he was using, not to mention the ones due to his fame and status, which made having a dating life challenging. He also opened up about his regrets regarding his past meaningless sexual encounters. 

Most of the time, it was bad, he said. A lot of the time, drugs or alcohol were involved and I don’t remember much, but I’d say my performances were subpar. Plus, I didn’t really care about the girls I was with. It was just for the sake of it, because I had the opportunity, you know ? 

So you don’t miss it ? You asked. 

Nope, he shrugged. And even if I did, I wouldn’t hook up with anyone like I did before. Last thing I need is for a girl to hop on social media and describe our one night stand. 

Hence the social media clause in the NDA ? You mused. 

Kind of, he chuckled. I mean, I’m no stranger to people spilling details about me and how it’s like to be with me. Kim even did that on TV and radio. But with social media, there’s more risk, you know ? 

She did that ?! You asked surprised. 

Oh yeah, he said with a grin. She commented on our relationship and even our sex life. That shit was wild. 

You must have been livid, you pointed out. 

Oddly enough, not so much, he chuckled. If anyone else had done it, I would have lost my shit. But with Kim, it was eye for eye. I mean, you’ve heard my songs. 

I have, you said. 

So you know I’m not innocent either, he simply said. 

I guess, you replied. 

It’ll never be like that with us, you know ? He said. I understand all the questions and shit. But I want you to know that with you it’s different. On so many levels. And anyone who knows me would tell you it takes someone really special for me to fall in love, let alone considering living with someone. 

Were you in love with Tracy ? You couldn’t help but ask. 

He paused and looked at you. He stayed silent for a few seconds. 

I’m not sure, he sighed. I loved her, but I don’t think I was in love with her. 

Really ? You asked. 

As I told you, I wasn’t available, emotionally speaking, he explained. That being said, Tracy has always been a great presence in my life, especially when we were dating, and I will always have affection for her. 

You couldn’t help but groan. That was not what you wanted to hear.

I could have done without hearing that, you pointed out as you rolled your eyes. 

I thought we were being honest, he said with a smile. If you want the truth, you get it. I’m not going to coddle you. Look… I get what’s on your mind right now, babe. I know that you have it out for Tracy, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not. So I understand that you don’t like hearing that I care about her. But I’d rather be honest with you. 

I know, you said. And I know I shouldn’t care as much, but while we’re being honest… I wouldn’t mind if she fell down the stairs or tripped on a Lego every morning for the rest of her life. 

He couldn’t help but chortle. He pulled you closer and kissed you softly. 

I guess I’d feel this way too, he chuckled. But I hope the two of you can be civil if you run into each other. Not going to lie, it would make my life easier. 

Of course, you said. But until then, I’ll just quietly despise her. 

You’re impossible, he said with a smile. 

Shall I remind you of Josh ? You asked as you gave him a side-eye. 

I have no idea what you’re talking about, he said with a feigned innocent expression. 

I could pull all the shit you did to Josh on Tracy, you said with a smile. 

Don’t, he said as he shook his head. Mind you, I stopped once you were mine. And I’m already yours. So, you can and should behave. 

Make me, you said teasingly. 

Without a second of hesitation, he pinned you to the bed with a grin and started to tickle you. You did your best to fight back but you had no chance. You resorted to the only tools at your disposal : bargaining and trying to charm him. Begging didn’t work but batting your eyelashes and spilling kisses all over his face did. It quickly turned into a make out session, with you grinding on top of him. You could feel his hard on through his sweatpants. You weren’t wearing much - panties and one of his tee-shirts - and the friction of your bodies was turning you into a horny mess. You mentally slapped yourself for going off the pill. If you hadn’t, you could have him ravish you in every corner of the room. You were kissing sloppily, moaning and unable to keep your hands off each other. You felt high on your desire for him. You didn’t simply want him - you craved his touch, you needed it. Your mind wouldn’t let go of the thought until the craving was satisfied. You removed his tee-shirt and got to admire his perfect chest. He seemed chiseled in marble, muscular in a noticeable yet not too obvious way. Everything about him was to die for, from his body to his face to his piercing blue gaze that you swore could see right through your soul. This had you wondering if he could see how much you were burning for him ? How longing were you to be his ? There was also some territorial aspect to your desire : you wanted him to be yours. No one else’s. His fingers were digging in your skin through the fabric of the tee-shirt you were wearing while your kisses became more and more ardent. As you kept on grinding on him, you started to whimper. You seemed lost in some sort of trance, blinded by desire. 

However, you came back to your senses as you heard banging on the door. Both of you stopped moving and looked at each other with raised eyebrows. It was late in the night and dinner had been delivered hours ago. 

Ignore it, Marshall said. 

Aren’t you curious ? You asked. 

It’s probably Paul or someone from my team, he shrugged. Whatever it is, I’m not letting it distract me from this. 

He kissed you again and started to let his hands wander underneath your tee-shirt, finding your breast. The banging continued but you proceeded to ignore it, focusing only on each other. The world could wait. Bangs on the door got louder and louder and Marshall groaned into the kiss. 

I’m going to tell Paul to fuck off, he said as he got up from the bed, not even taking the time to put on a tee-shirt. 

You laid down as he left the bedroom, waiting for him to come back so you could resume. You heard him open the door. 

Yo what th-

Eeeew. Not what I wanted to see, you heard Talia say. 

Hey, Marshall said. Do you guys know what time it is ? 

I know, she giggled. But it’s an emergency, I need to see Y/N. 

I’ll get her to come to your room later, alright ? He said. Not to be rude, guys but-

CODE WHITE. I REPEAT. WE HAVE A CODE WHITE. 

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew what that meant. You had been waiting for this moment forever. In no time, you were out of the bed and on your feet, running through the suite, almost jumping over furniture to take Talia in your arms. Code white only meant one thing : WEDDING. You pushed Marshall out of the way and engulfed Talia into a hug as you shrieked. 

Oh my God ! You said. 

I’M ENGAGED !!! Talia yelled. 

The two of you were jumping around and doing some silly little dance. You couldn’t believe that your best friends were getting married. You also took Jamal in your arms. He was way quieter than Talia, which wasn’t too surprising. Your best friend put her hand out for you to admire her ring and, unsurprisingly, it was gorgeous : It was a huge diamond, princess cut with a halo, on a yellow gold band. Definitely over the top, but very Talia-esque and befitting for the wife to be of a beatmaker and producer whose latest work had gone platinum. 

You’re going to poke someone’s eye with that thing, Marshall said with a grin before hugging the both of them. Congratulations guys. 

I DON’T CARE ! I’M ENGAGED. I’M GONNA BE A BRIDE ! Talia screamed. 

Why don’t you scream louder ? Marshall asked sarcastically. I think someone on the other side of town hasn’t heard you quite right… 

I’M EN-

Oh my God, shut up ! You giggled as you put your hand over her mouth. 

Sorry, Jamal said with a grin. My beautiful bride-to-be would not wait until morning to tell you guys. Hope we didn’t wake you guys… 

Who cares ? Talia asked. We’re getting married !!! 

Are you drunk ? You giggled. 

She might have had a bit too much champagne, Jamal chuckled. Did we wake you up ? 

I see that. Don’t worry, we were awake, Marshall said as he rolled his eyes. 

I want to know everything !!! You said. How did you propose ?! 

We’ll tell you everything as long as you guys put some clothes on. For the love of God, have some decency, Jamal chuckled. 

It’s past midnight and you come banging on my door like there’s a fire or something, Marshall groaned. You don’t get to complain about what we’re wearing. 

We tried to call you guys a hundred times, Talia pointed out. 

It was a no-phone day, Marshall shrugged. 

You chuckled and the both of you went to put on more clothes. As soon as you got back, you urged your friends to tell you everything about their engagement. You were over the moon for them. They had been together for nearly six years and they formed the most perfect couple you knew. 

It happened tonight after dinner. Jamal took me to this really fancy restaurant, and then we went for a walk and a beautiful private canal cruise under the moonlight and… that’s where he popped the question !!! 

When Hailie called us to ask us if we’d fly to Europe for Em’s birthday, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity, Jamal said with a smile. It was about time I asked for her hand anyway. 

You smiled at them. They were over the moon, glowing with happiness and they deserved every minute of it. They were your very best friends in the world after all. 

Since you guys are up… I guess we can ask them, babe ? Jamal asked Talia. 

Oh yes, great idea. Guys… we have favors to ask of you, she said. 

Oh that can’t be good, Marshall said sarcastically. 

Shut up, roomie, she said to him. 

What my fiancée is trying to say is that… we’re gonna need people by our side. And we’d love it if you guys accepted to be respectively my best man and her maid of honor ? Jamal said. 

Of course, Man, Marshall said with a smile. Happy to. 

I’d love nothing more, you said as you hugged them, tears of joy in your eyes. 

And there’s another thing…, Talia added. Y/N… we’d love nothing more than for you to officiate the wedding. You’ve lived with us for almost a year, you are our best friend, you have a way with words like no one else - no offense Em but we don’t need you rapping here -  and you are the most loving and romantic person we know. Will you do us the honor of actually getting us married ? 

Oh my goodness, yes, you said, crying. Of course guys. 

You sniffled and had to grab a tissue as you were bawling with happiness. 

You know you’re not the one being proposed to, right ? Jamal asked ironically. 

I know but… I love you guys so much and I am so honored and… you know how I love love and weddings, right ? 

He nodded and hugged you as Marshall chuckled. 

I can’t wait to start planning, Talia said, overjoyed. I have so many ideas. 

Babe, let them sleep, we’ll talk about that later, her fiancé said. 

Let her get it out of her system now or you’ll regret it for the whole planning process, Marshall said to him. Two weddings, trust me, he added with a grin. Can I see you in the other room for a sec ? I have something to ask you ? 

Everyone looked at him intrigued but they went and talked, as Talia started listing her ideas - all over the place. One thing was for sure - it was going to be a very fancy and expensive wedding, by the looks of it. At that rate, the new album better go Diamond and Jamal should work even harder. As the perfect maid of honour, you made sure to note every idea, from flowers to music, to food and decoration items. 

The guys came back a couple of minutes later and Jamal managed to convince his tipsy future wife to go to bed.

What was that about ? You asked with curiosity as you closed the door on your friends. 

Nothing, he shrugged with a smile. Boy stuff. 

Mmmmh, you said conspicuously. Best man stuff ? 

Bro stuff, he chuckled. Nevermind, you’ll find out soon enough. 

I can’t believe they’re finally getting married, you said with emotion. 

So, you like weddings, huh ? He chuckled. Getting all teary-eyes and stuff… 

Shut up, you said shyly. I know how you feel about weddings and that you hate that stuff, but there’s something about it. The whole happiness, dressing up, celebrating love, you know ? 

Yeah, no, I see the point, he shrugged. I just think it’s a lot of unnecessary spending and planning for nothing. I get why people would want to get married, but the truth is, most people don’t get married for the right reasons. I know I didn’t, both times. And if you truly love someone, you don’t need a piece of paper, a poofy dress and an overpriced cake in order to grow old and happy with them. 

Makes sense, you said. But I know that Talia and Jamal are the real deal. They’re made for each other and they’re doing it for the right reasons. 

I agree, he said with a smile. After living with them for a short while, I can tell they’re the perfect couple. That made my life miserable, by the way. I was grieving our relationship and I had to watch them. Definitely made me bitter. 

I get that, you chuckled. 

You were interrupted by a discreet knock on the door. 

I’ll get it, Marshall said. Go to the bedroom, I won’t be long. 

Sure ? 

Yes, he said before kissing you. 

You shrugged and did as he said. You were getting under the covers when he came back to the bedroom, a pack of condoms in hand and a shit-eating grin on his face. 

You asked Jamal for rubbers ?! You asked with a laugh. 

I’m his best man, not to mention his boss, that’s the least he could do, right ? 

You chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss. 

I hope they kept a few, you giggled. Because they are about to have so much engagement sex. 

I don’t give a fuck, Marshall chuckled. But we are about to have so much “best man/maid of honor” sex. You like wedding traditions ? I’ll give you wedding traditions, babe. 

You laughed but, in the end, he was right. You did spend the rest of the night making love, in every corner of the penthouse and in every position. Screw Paris, Amsterdam was definitely the most romantic city in the world, and the sexiest, too. 

The next day, you embarked on the impromptu family vacation Alaina and her sisters planned at the last minute. Ten days visiting a few cities in Europe, as you were joined by Alaina’s husband, Hailie’s fiancé and Stevie’s boyfriend. You also had two security people with you. You started by visiting Milan and then Madrid, before ending up in Paris. It was extremely chill and relaxing, in spite of the fact that there were a lot of you. You also got to spend some romantic moments with Marshall, walking hand in hand in the cities, usually late at night so that you wouldn’t be spotted too easily. Whenever it was just the two of you, you were all over each other, kissing and hugging. At the hotels you stayed at, he made sure to have your favorite flowers delivered to the room, as well as your favorite snacks. He was adorable and attentionate, always making sure you were alright.  One thing made the vacation less enjoyable though : the presence of paparazzi. Amsterdam, Milan and Madrid were fine, but for some reason, people found out about Marshall’s presence in Paris, which made him unable to get out of the hotel. It was the girls’ last night before they boarded the jet and got back to Detroit the next day with their significant others, while Marshall would stay with you for a few more days. You were resting in your suite while the others were shopping and sightseeing. 

I’m sorry you can’t enjoy Paris, you said sheepishly. 

It’s fine, he shrugged. I’ve been here a few times already. At least the girls get to enjoy it. I gave them my credit card for some shopping to make up for my absence, so I think they’ll be just fine. 

What a thoughtful Dad you are, you chuckled. 

Oh, I might regret it, he grinned. They did mention something about Chanel… Anyway, speaking of Dad stuff… Have you thought about moving in with me ? Because if it’s happening, I’d like to tell them beforehand. 

I have, you said with an enigmatic smile. 

So ? He asked. What do you say ? 

Yes, you said. I’ll move in with you. On a few conditions, though. 

Anything you want, my love, he said in excitement before kissing you. 

I want your daughters to agree to it, you said. They grew up in this house and I want to make sure they’re comfortable with the idea of me living there. 

Understandable, Marshall said. Thank you for being so thoughtful about it. Anything else ? 

If they agree to it, I have two other conditions, you continued. First, I want to contribute. 

Absolutely not, he said sternly. You’re my girlfriend, not my roommate. I’m not having you pay rent. I don’t even have a mortgage, so that would be pretty stupid.

Then at least half of the utilities and groceries ? I’m not a freeloader, you said. 

We’ll see about that, he sighed. I hate the idea, though. I’m your boyfriend, why don’t you let me take care of you ? 

You already take care of me, you don’t have to pay my way, Marshall, you explained. 

It’s not paying your way, he said as he rolled his eyes. But you’re my girlfriend and you deserve to be treated like a princess. Call me old fashioned, but I’m the guy, it’s my job to take care of that stuff. If you have money, keep it to yourself. 

That’s adorable, you said. But it’s your house. I want to feel like I have a right to be there. I want to feel like I have a place. Not that I’m just living with you, you know ? 

Makes sense, he sighed. We’ll see. But only when you have a job and you can actually afford it, ok ? 

Fine. But I have another condition. 

Which is ? 

I’d like to have one of the guest rooms, you said. 

He scoffed and let out a small laugh, as if you had told some sort of hilarious joke. However, you were more than serious : you were about to agree to moving into his house. The same one he had lived in for more than twenty years. You didn’t mind and you knew how much this place meant to him, but you wanted to have a small corner you could claim as yours. 

We’re not sleeping in separate bedrooms, he said. 

I’m not saying that, you clarified. But I would like a space of my own. 

Babe, it’s a big-ass house and there’s only two of us, if you need space, you’ll get it, he shrugged. 

I really think I would feel more at ease, you said. Otherwise, I’ll always feel like a guest. I’m not asking for much, I’m not asking you to redecorate or anything. Just a small corner for some books, a chair and a blanket ? 

Alright, he sighed. I do want you to feel at home. Just so you know, I wouldn't even mind if you wanted to redecorate. I mean, some things, I’m attached to, but I’m not opposed to the idea of updating some parts of the house. 

I think your house is just fine, you shrugged. But thank you. 

Is that it ? He asked. That’s all you’re asking for ? 

That’s all, you confirmed. 

I can roll with that, he said with a smile. 

He took you in his arms and kissed your forehead. He rested his chin on the top of your head, smiling. 

We’re going to live together, he said in a happy voice. 

We are, you chuckled. Only if your daughters agree to it, though. 

Well, I’ll ask them over dinner tonight, he said. But I’m sure they will agree. And in three days… We’ll be home. 

I might need more time, though, you pointed out. To pack. I don’t own a lot of stuff, but I don’t want to leave in a hurry. You can take your flight home and I can join you in a few days, maybe a week ? 

Mmmmh. I guess, he said in an annoyed voice. But you’ll come, right ? 

Yes, you chuckled. If the girls agree, I’ll come. But you might want to enjoy the alone time. You’ll be stuck with me, afterwards. 

That’s kind of the point, he said with a smile. I want to be stuck with you. I even have fantasies of a zombie apocalypse erupting so that I can have a legitimate excuse to retreat in the house with you. 

You giggled and kissed him softly. You had done some thinking and you actually liked the idea of living with him. Getting back together had been a dream and you would absolutely love waking up next to him every morning. You were so in love with him, it was all you wanted. Plus, his place was so great that you would be stupid to turn down the opportunity. 

So… I have sort of… Taken some steps, already, you confessed. In case we do move in together. 

Really ? He asked with a smile. What steps exactly ? 

I told my Dad that I was considering moving back to Detroit, you said. 

Oh. Cool. What did he say ? He asked. 

He asked why, you explained. So, I told him that I wanted to try and get more job opportunities, and that I was in a relationship and wanted to move in with you. 

Did he take it well ? He asked. 

Pretty well. But now he… sort of wants to meet you, you said awkwardly. 

His eyes widened as he looked at you. You were scared of his reaction, as the prospect of him meeting your father wasn’t the most rejoicing to you, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

He wants to meet me ? He asked with a smile. 

Yeah, you said. I mean… He said it was important, if I were to actually move in with you. 

I guess he’s right, Marshall shrugged. I mean… You’ve met my family, so it’s only fair that I meet yours. Guess it’s pretty lucky we’re in Paris. 

You don’t mind ? You asked nervously. 

Of course not, he said with a smile. I asked you to move in with me. That’s a pretty big step and I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t ready for that kind of thing, you know ? Plus, if one of my daughters told me they were moving in with a boyfriend I’ve never met… I’d insist on meeting them too. 

Ok, you said nervously. I guess you’re going to meet my father, then. 

The idea of having your Dad and Marshall together in the same room was making you nervous, but you figured that it would be fine. Awkward, but fine. Marshall seemed so relaxed and casual about it that, suddenly, you thought you were making a big deal out of it for no reason. However, you were about to be proven wrong. Little did you know that you were about to lose the most important man in your life.

[zzthekaiju]

Best of the Reptiles in Media - 02 - Heart

Here we are again taking a look at some of my favorite scaly heroes. And this time, we go to the realm of animation. That golden frontier where anything is possible.

A lot of people have asked me what my favorite animated film is. And ever since 2016, I've had the definitive answer. It's a film from Japan staring who might be one of my favorite animated protagonists of all time. One that I wish was recognized by way more people than just the cult following his movie got.

You could say that this character...has a special place in my Heart.

And yes, that is his name. You'll learn to appreciate it.

Omae Umasou da na (You are Umasou) (2010) is an anime adaptation of a series of children's books revolving around a belligerent Tyrannosaurus Rex who ends up adopting a baby Ankylosaurus, with all the mishaps that implies. I'll admit, when I heard about this film for the first time, I wasn't sure what to think. Surely, this free film uploaded to Youtube wouldn't possibly--

It proceeded to rewrite my brain chemistry forever. It really is a great film. It's beautiful to look at, the animation is really action-packed and cute at the same time, it's got a gripping story (which I'll get into), and above all, it's main character is a martial arts-practicing Godzilla-looking T-Rex who engages in interspecies adoption. WHAT MORE COULD I HAVE ASKED FOR?!

But enough beating around the bush, why is Heart so compelling to me?

Let's start with an introduction. Heart is a Tyrannosaurus Rex from a prehistoric world whose lost egg winds up found and adopted by a kindly Maiasaura. Unfortunately, a carefree life of fun and peace with his mom and half-brother Light is brought to an end when he discovers his true nature as a "Big Jaw" (as in, carnivore). After running away out of fear of what he might do to his family, he grows up hardening both his soul and his combat skills so that he may survive the unforgiving badlands outside of the forest he grew up in (complete with training montage).

Then, as if life wasn't done throwing him curve balls, Heart is imprinted upon by a little baby Ankylosaurus he was just about to eat (complete with calling him the Japanese word for delicious, hence the name). Soon, Heart is caught between going with his true nature or taking a few cues from his own adoptive mother...

Design-wise, Heart isn't winning any accuracy contests, but then again, no creature here is. And it hardly matters, either. This dino manages to find a great balance between looking like the kind of character I'd want a plushie of (seriously, why haven't we gotten on to that) and one that conveys great ferocity and coolness. A major part of how that's conveyed is his expressions. This guy is a GOLDMINE of reaction faces for almost every occasion. So much so that, long ago on my Instagram page, I posted a compilation of faces that either cracked me up or just showed his facial range in general.

What's your favorite? Let me know in the notes/reblogs!

Anyway, then there's when he fights. And MAN, does it go hard! Heart doesn't exactly wear kiddie gloves when he's put in a combat situation, utilizing heavy kicks and deceptive agility as his opponents barely keep pace. We see him go up against sauropods and other Big Jaws, and really, I just need to show you these GIFs to sum up what it's like.

But that's not where Heart truly shines. It's his role in the narrative. You see, in most dino media aimed towards younger audiences, the big mean carnivore is the villain. This was most prevalent in works like The Land Before Time with Sharptooth, and the Carnotaurs from Disney's Dinosaur (both of which were the stuff of nightmares for little dino nerds like me). Not that this is necessarily a bad thing. Giant theropod dinosaurs are indeed scary, so of course they make for good villains. But then you consider that most of these predators aren't hunting our adorable plant-munching protags because they're evil. It's just in their nature as predators. What are they gonna do? Go vegan?

And that's the troublesome crossroads Heart finds himself at. You could say this film offers a deconstruction of the "vicious meat-eating dinosaur" archetype. The Anti-Sharptooth, if you will. We're obviously meant to root for him because he's the protagonist and an altogether pleasant guy, but at the same time, both herbivore and carnivore are fully-sapient beings here, and Heart must feed.

The film does NOT restrain from showing him hunt down his prey, but it has the intelligence to show that this is not malice or even pleasure, it's simple survival instinct. He is a huge shade of grey in what would otherwise be a very black-and-white scenario in any other film. And it gets even harder for Heart when Umasou enters the picture.

For the record, almost all of Heart and Umasou's interactions are the definition of adorable. Little Umasou is such a little ball of sunshine both inside and out, and poor Heart just doesn't have the...well, heart...to either eat or abandon him. Seeing his exasperation while keeping him safe while also training him in the ways of fighting like an anime protagonist (complete with training montage) is all kinds of endearing and a testament to Heart's strength of character. Of course, it leads to the inevitable point where he has to let him go...but unlike the source material, it doesn't take. Umasou knows that he and his adoptive dad are as different as can be, but he doesn't care. He's his family, and vice versa, something Heart comes to accept whole-heartedly (I did it again, didn't I).

And with that, the ending to this amazing nature vs. nurture story is very bittersweet, starting with Heart and Umasou reuniting with the former's mom.

Actually, before I keep going, I just want you to know that this scene in which they finally see each other again made me go from "wow, great movie, ten out of ten" to "I NEED TO TALK TO MY MOM!!!" in less than a minute. Seriously, if you're looking to strengthen your maternal bonds, watch this movie and watch the magic happen.

Aaaaanyway, after a heated battle between Heart and the one implied to be his real dad, the truth remains that he can't stay. He's resigned himself to a life as an outcast, never being compatible with his parent and brother's kind while at the same time being shunned by his fellow Big Jaw for adopting food. Nevertheless, he leaves in high spirits, having mended what had for the longest time been a broken bond. That, and he doesn't have to be a straggler alone, anyhow.

Really, Heart is everything I love about a lot of protags in one big package. He's a reptile (a dinosaur no less), he's a badass, he's a nice guy, he rages against what he is in order to be WHO he wants to be, and he's undoubtedly dad of the year. I hope more people come to recognize and appreciate him as much as I do.

Also, he's heavily implied to be in a steady relationship with an adorable Elasmosaurus, so he's got that "interspecies romance" trope possibly going for him too! C'mon, fellow You are Umasou fans old and hopefully new, you can't tell me you don't see it too!

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 - hyunjin x reader x felix au fanfic

CHAPTER 1

2 - The space between a rock and a hard place

The song is unfamiliar but neither of you care.

The beat pumps through the speakers, your heart somehow synchronizing to the rhythm while it feels like you're suffocating in the fog you and Hyunjin are creating in the tight, small car cabin.

The inside of your thighs burns with friction, your bra straps sliding down your shoulders, the sweat bouncing off Hyunjin's forehead and hair, he cusses repeatedly, long fingers leaving their imprints on your waist.

Your back almost slamming onto the horn, your heart drops to the pit of your stomach and you know you're barely a few seconds away from your high, lips quivering, you clamp his hair into your fists, pulling at it until he produces the most heavenly sounding breathy groan against the crook of your neck, a string of whispered curse words tumbling out of his mouth, "y-you coming? come baby, come. I-I want to see you come-", Hyunjin cups your cheek and buckles his hips one more time, sending you into a spiral of bliss, until you're spasming and trembling in his lap.

Body still rocking with his own high, warm fluids still coating your lower bodies, Hyunjin grins and squints at you, watching as you try to suck in as much oxygen as possible, the look on your face his favourite motion picture, the sounds coming out of your mouth his favourite soundtrack, despite the suggested playlist still playing in the background.

"Wh-why are you looking at me like that?", you mumble, leaning into his palm, droplets of sweat and tears falling down your arms, now looped loosely around his damp neck, his own sweat dripping down his chin: he looks fucking rough in the most beautiful, breathtaking way. It's what made you go insane every single time.

Not only Hyunjin had the most beautiful soul, the tenacious but kind heart residing in him making him the literal man of your dreams, he just exuded beauty. A simple flash of his eyes, a mischievous light flickering in them, his smile and you were gone. Feral. Dropping on your knees for him cause you loved him like crazy and could not stay mad at him even if you wanted to.

Which often led to the occasion at hand. A dinner date, him not liking the way the waiter made eyes at you, him getting upset and you getting even more upset, the brief fight to the parking lot and then the speed drive off back to your apartment.

The same apartment that you never reached that night.

Cause he had pulled over to the side turned up the volume and unfastened your seatbelt so he could lift you in his arms until you landed in his lap. The rolling of his seat reclining back and away from the steering wheel, the smacking of his lips in a trail down your neck and you were so gone. Couldn't even remember why you were so mad at him in the first place.

"I'm looking at my beautiful flower blooming in the moonlight", Hyunjin replies softly, his voice sultry and sweet and whispery as if he didn't just fuck your guts out and wanted to proceed to mind fuck your heart and your brains too. Forgiven. He would always be forgiven, you could easily just lay in the palm of his hand, at his complete disposal, with the certainty that he would take care of you.

Hyunjin wasn't just a sweet talker and egregious lover, he knew your soul too, he loved your mind too.

You kiss the inside of his hand, bringing his thumb up to your bottom lip, letting it graze its nervously bitten cracks. "Are you still mad at me?", you concede, watching his shiny eyes soften, "I was never mad at you...", he trails off, sighing with slight despair, "though I am about to make you ...". Furrowing your brows at his vague retort, you shuffle your still naked lower half in his lap, grateful the only source of light filtering in is the one emanating off the moon in the otherwise pitch blackness of the side road Hyunjin had parked the car on.

"I guess I have been a little jumpy lately cause I got the letter".

Your boyfriend drops his gaze momentarily, eyes fixating on your bare thighs and your tummy and the spot where your naked bodies dissapear one into the other.

You swallow the thick lump in your throat and pinch his pointed chin in between your fingers, "tell me you're lying", you whine anxiously but he shakes his head and tilts his head up to press a kiss flush onto your lips, "never. I would never lie to you", he muses, hands sliding down your arms and your waist, he pulls you to him, and you know he's doing that out of reflex, cause he's aware he's about to hurt you.

"I'm leaving in 4 weeks".

"Hey darling! How are you today?", your mum's chirp voice squeaks on the other side of the line, you sigh, absent-mindedly stirring the mushy mix of soggy cereal and milk in your nearly untouched bowl.

The early morning sunshine has only just started peeking through the thick curtain of pale grey clouds, it was supposed to rain today, but it wouldn't surprise you if it eneded up not happening. Sunshine on a cloudy day didn't make you any happier. Nor any more upset. Nothing really made any difference to you anymore.

"Fine", you quip, your tone clipped, not at all in any mood to talk, you finally decide to discard your half attempt at having breakfast and watch as the meager meal spins down the drain in the sink.

Coffee before going to work for 8 hours straight was going to suffice anyway, it's not like you were too hungry. It's not like you're hungry, ever.

Meals were sparse and random, no underlying disorder there, you weren't trying to loose weight or anything, you just didn't care much for anything.

You ate because you needed to in order to survive but there was no joy in it, no disgust either. Sometimes cramps would disrupt your stomach and you knew you had to feed it something, and so you did, whenever, with whatever you found rummaging thriught your usually half empty fridge and cupboards.

Hyunjin used to love his carbs. The flour fairy, the dumpling shaped man who loved surprising you with takeaway Chinese soup dumplings on a Wednesday night after work. Food tasted different back then, it tasted like something. But he wasn't here anymore was he? Cardboard soup and wood shavings for lunch would probably taste the same as real food to you now.

Your mum sighs defeatedly, you can hear her tapping her fingernails on the back of her phone, trying to come up with anything to say at all, "y/n, honey, you always say you're fine and no more than that. How's work? Did they finally promote you? Have you seen any of your coworkers for brunch lately? Got any shopping done?".

Ah. Mundanity! Like you could ever even phatom that. Days all looked and felt the fucking same, there were no coworkers friends or brunches or shopping, much less a promotion at a damn retail store where you pretty much hated everything and everyone and just merely survived each day cause you needed to pay rent.

"Work is fine. No promotion. No brunch. No shopping. I gotta leave now to go to said work, I'll talk to you later", you dismiss your mum quickly, doing the last button on your coat before grabbing your keys and heading out, "wait y/n wait please wait!", your mum's shrill voice rings through the speaker and you wince, slamming the door of your car once you're seated behind the wheel.

"Have you thought about that things we talked about last week?". Rolling your eyes, you turn on the ignition, your finger already hovering over the red end call button on your phone screen, "yes, I have thought about it. Answer's still no, will still be no in 3 more years. I'm done with this conversation I have to go now. Bye". Click.

You didn't quite understand the prude discretion your mum kept using when referring to shrinks. Or therapists or psychiatrists or whatever the hell they're called. It's not like it was blasphemy to call things by their name. Also you didn't understand why she kept going at it, suggesting you see a professional every 5 months or so ever since Hyunjin died.

Both your thought process and your answer had not changed throughout this whole time and they weren't going to. You firmly believed you needed no one else but yourself to process and elaborate his death. You were fine. You were completely fine and despised the idea of a shrink continuously asking how you're feeling and suggesting you take meds and sleeping pills. You. Were. Fine.

Sure, you still saw Hyunjin somewhere indefinite up in your head, a nameless space where you still talked to him and touched him and felt like you could breathe for a second and not wish for your day to come soon like you did every single morning in real life, from the day Superintendent Shin called to let you know your boyfriend had passed away.

You weren't completely off the rails, that much you knew. There was no need of a complacent self assured overly expensive professional to say that to you. You did feel like that at first, lost and confused and in so much pain you thought you weren't going to survive the night.

Hyunjin appearing like that felt like an hallucination you were not quite ready to experience.

"Honey...come here", Hyunjin whispers, arms out stretched, his face looking clean and handsome, his hair neatly combed and thick and luscious. And his body: perfectly intact. Unblemished. No fatal shrapnel wounds on his broad chest, no scars, no blood. He looked mesmerising as ever, clean, healthy. Alive. Hyunjin looked and felt alive.

Dazed and confused, you blink at him a few times, pure disbelief taking over your features, "this-this is a dream right? It must be. I saw your casket not 2 days ago".

Hyunjin shakes his head, a small smile on his lips, he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ears, the sweetest look in his eyes as he takes in your shocked face, "I promise this is real. I know you think this is crazy, that you think you're crazy. But you're sane. I am here, for real. I don't know how to explain it either but this is real".

You stare at his chest, your fingers just barely skimming the soft material of his button up, tracing the outline of where the lethal splinter had pierced through his lungs and he takes a deep breath, he unbuttons his shirt and delicately places your trembling hand upon his newly exposed chest: his skin is smooth, untattered. Cold. The faintest murmur of a heartbeat flickering beneath your finger pads.

"I am fine. I am safe. I was never hurt, when shrapnel hit me it lasted but a second, I didn't feel a thing, my love. I passed away peacefully, without even realising. There was no pain, it suddenly felt like I had just fallen into the deepest sleep".

Hyunjin was always quite soft spoken and kind, but the peacefulness and calmness about him even as he recollects the exact moment he died stuns you. Baffled, you retract your hand and stare at him, blinking back tears. A certain amount of relief in knowing he didn't suffer settling in your heart.

Though the imaginary flash of him being hit and falling to the ground in a pool of his own blood does not cease to haunt you. As you'll figure out in time, no reassurance whatsover will ever stop your galloping imagination from producing the most gruesome and heartbreaking images of his death.

"How can this even be? You-you-", words get stuck in your throat, the oxygen in your chest no longer important the second Hyunjin embraces you. It feels like ... the earth. He feels like earth. His skin is cold but his hands around your waist are warm, the scent of his skin reminds you of soil and flowers and rain.

"I love you. I missed you so so much", he murmurs sweetly, everything about the feel of him and his voice and his lips dragging gently down the side of your neck making your knees go weak: he is here. Right here in your arms. He is safe. And he is here.

<<Here>> had later become an unsatisfactory word for it. Hyunjin wasn't anywhere but he was everywhere at once. You could only meet him inside your head, whatever that meant, and only at night when you went to sleep. Neither of you fully ever grasped how it worked, you could barely think of him and he would appear but could not materialise himself in the daylight.

He watched over you, that much he confessed. Not all the time, cause he had admitted it pained him a little too much not being able to intervene in any way, not being able to participate in any way.

The space between oblivion and heaven, that's what he called the white nothingness where you saw each other.

He had no idea how long he was going to be able to stay and you dreaded the idea of losing him again, as irrational as it sounded. Hyunjin was there and he was real and he could kiss you and hold you and talk to you and it was like he never left for the brief dark hours of the night.

If your life had lost part of its meaning with him passing away, it had now regained its only purpose: to drag on until you could finally be reunited with him forever.

Days blended all together, you only felt like you were alive and present at night.

Felix fitted the equation by being a pass time. You felt nothing day in and day out. The cold monotony of your life only rendered more bearable when he was inside you. Your heart never faltering, just body warmth until you could close your eyes and liberate your bones from the weight of nothingness.

Chapter 3