#but your SMILEY??? YOUR FUCKING SMILEY?????

[macsimagines]

Hiiii Mac!! I just saw your ask box was open so I wanted to stop by and 1) say hello how are you, and 2) request an imagine!

Can I maybe get an imagine abt the Yandere katawa twins? They don’t get enough love 💔💔

(P.s. it can be abt literally wtv you want bc i cant think of anything at all..)

YOU GOT IT!

MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR, GASLIGHTING

NAHOYA KAWATA (SMILEY) AND SOUYA KATAWA (ANGRY)

These Yanderes' are kind of a huge pain in the ass. Despite being twins their approach with you is so vastly different you're always getting a whirlwind of different reactions.

With Smiley, you never know what he really wants. He'll say one thing and do another. Constantly demanding your attention and then acting so annoyed with you when he has it.

He is also so damn mean to you. "Your hair looks like shit," look whos talking puff ball, "That's what you're wearing today, L-A-M-E!" says the guy that's always matching with his twin, "They don't really like you. They're only faking."

On the occasion that he's in the mood to be soft with you he's also going to complain about how you're doing it all wrong. "Why're you so stiff? I just want to cuddle." like he didn't just tell you your taste in music is trashy as all hell.

Smiley can't fathom why you're so distant with him. But he's 100% going to make it YOUR fault that you're uncomfortable around him.

"You know how lucky you are to have me? Why can't you just be fucking grateful."

Meanwhile, Angry is a different monster entirely. Very emotionally draining. While he's nicer than his brother he's a million times more needier and starved for your affection and attention.

He wants you to love him and shower him with praise at all times and when you don't he throws a fit. Never ever tries to hit you just everything around you.

Then he expects you to apologize to him for upsetting him.

"I didn't mean to smash the door, Y/N. You were being a brat and not letting me in." well maybe if he wasn't screaming... "You're so cold to me what did I do to deserve this!?" He beat up your dad, "I love you so much, why can't you just love me back?"

Both of them manipulate and take up so much of your energy it's almost like they want you drained of all life.

When one twin acts out the other gets to jump in like a hero until that twin starts to get rough with you and you're back into the other's arms.

They never fight with each other, maybe teasing and light arguing but trust me this will always come back to being your fault. You don't know how to manage your time between the two of them.

[jjmbbg]

"Healing the inner child"

cw: dean winchester x gn!reader, childhood mentioned, u making dean smile, just dean's birthday!!

tw: j*hn winchester mentioned 👹

an: i've never been to an amusement park, so idk what the fuck happens there lmao

(pics from pinterest)

Dean was never a normal kid. He always wanted to live things other kids lived, like eating ice cream with dad and Sam at a park, or even better, go to an amusement park. I always saw the tremendous machines when John drove along the road next to places like this, flashy with all their bright colors and music playing in the distance.

He casually mentioned it to you, in one of those moments where he drops the randomest/saddest part of his "lore", and you weren't in shock. You never met the father of your boyfriend, but with all the things you heard from him you hated the man's guts with your whole life.

"Where are we going exactly?" Dean asked, his tone playful.

"You'll see" you replied as you drove, matching his playfulness.

"Well... it's not like I can see much with this blindfold on" he chuckled, his laugh filling your heart in unimaginable ways.

"Good, good, because it's a surprise" you chuckled, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel.

"As long as you don't destroy my car, everything is fine" he teased, rubbing a hand over his face, discreetly trying to move the blindfold a little.

"Hey! Don't!" you swatted his hand smiling. "Don't try to get a peak, silly. You're in good hands"

Dean nodded, drumming his fingers on his lap at the rhythm of the music. With your peripheral vision, you could see a small smile on Dean's mouth, making you smile even more. One hand snaked towards his, intertwining flngers, lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles, his cheeks picking some color, a light shade of pink.

"You're gonna like this" you promised, waiting in anticipation for Dean's reaction.

"Then I can't wait" Dean replied, that pretty smile of his adorning his face.

You kept driving for another hour, chatting Dean up —mostly to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep— and sang a few songs together during the remainder of the trip. When you arrived at your destination, you turned off the car engine and smiled, patting his knee.

"We're here" you told him, unbuckling your seatbelt as he did the same.

"Yeah? Can I take this off then?" Dean pointed at the blindfold, smirking.

"Nope, not yet. Just wait up" you giggled stepping out of the car and circled it. You opened his door and gently pulled him by the hands, helping him to get outside of the vehicle.

As he stepped out of the car, the sound of children's laughter, music and the aroma of junk food reached his ears and nose, raising his curiosity.

"Where are we?" he questioned when you closed the door and locked the car. You guided him lots of steps forward, giggling every once in a while. "You gonna answer to me?" he teased.

"Shh" you poked his side playfully. When you had gone far enough, you squeezed his arm smiling. "Take it off" you instructed, eyes shining with love and that anticipation that was being built for a couple of hours inside of you.

Dean removed the blindfold, arranging his hair in passing, his eyes adjusting to the sunrays that reached his face. He blinked slowly until his eyes focused on the huge door of the enclosure in front of you two.

It was an amusement park.

He looked at you confused, then back at the place, and again at you.

"Why are we here?" Dean raised an eyebrow, smiling amused. "Do we have a case or something like that?"

You chuckled and shook your head, caressing his bicep above his jacket. "None of that, silly. I brought you here to have fun!" you pointed out, nudging his side.

And oh, God... the sparkle in his eyes and incredulous smile was one of the best things you could have ever seen. He looked at you, almost like he couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious?" he asked with soft voice, but you knew beneath his relaxed and smiley surface, he was jumping like a dog in a park or like a kid in a candy store.

"More serious than ever" you replied, walking inside the place with your arm linked with his. "You said you've never been to an amusement park, so I started searching the internet until I found this one, and here we are. C'mon, c'mon, we have a lot to see!"

You entered the place, your eyes following Dean's movements and expressions, enamored by the fascination on his face; he had that childish look on his eyes that melted your heart.

You took him on almost every ride and attraction, memorizing every cute expression on his face, every laugh, every time he closed his eyes while riding a ride with sudden movements, every time he squeezed your hand, every kiss he gave you... they were the things that stayed deeper in your brain.

Now, with dusk falling, the sunlight marking his features as he ate a burger, you patted his knee. "We have two things left" you told him, stealing with your other hand a french fry from the little basket, your half-eaten burger next to the fries.

"As long as it's not eating cotton candy again, I'm in" he said, cleaning his mouth and smirking. "I swear that thing will make me throw up again"

"No, no, this is more... relaxed" you wiggled your eyebrows, clapping your hands on his forearm rhythmically. "You done?" you asked, leaning your head on your hand, smiling widely.

"Mhm" Dean hummed, giving you the last french fry that was left in the basket in your mouth. "Now, what else you have planned for us?"

"Follow me" you instructed, standing up from the chair and squeezed his shoulders. "C'mooon"

The hunter chuckled, standing up and letting you pull him by the hand among the people walking around. He was smiling widely, the idea of being in an amusement park sticking to his head, and it was a better experience knowing he was sharing it with you.

After dragging him around for a while, you stood up next to a photo booth and pointed it at him smiling. "C'mon"

"Huh? Why?" he raised an eyebrow, poking your side with his fingers, making you squirm.

"Cut it out!" you said, swatting his hands away playfully. "C'mon, I wanna have a memory of this day and a piece of paper with our faces certainly plays its role. Pleeeease"

Dean sighed heavily, pretending to be against the idea, but then scooped you in his arms and walked inside the photo booth, both of you sitting in the small place. After paying, the poses were really a dilemma, between kisses and hugs, you two in the photos certainly looked blurry, but that gave it a bit of magic.

Now, with pictures in your and his wallet, you guided him to the final attraction. The Ferris wheel had the peculiar characteristic of being the one with the most lights and the most people in line. The wait was a bit tedious, but it was worth it when you got on, enjoying the slow ride.

You linked your arm with his, leaning your head on his shoulder, Dean unconsciously leaning his on yours.

"Why did you bring me here?" he asked softly, eyes fixed on the sky as his hand squeezed your thigh.

"Because everyone deserves a little cotton candy" you replied matching his tone of voice. He chuckled at that comment, shaking his head to look at you on the eye. "And... and because I wanted to see that pretty smile of yours"

"Do you, huh?" Dean raised an eyebrow, eyes filled with love and gratitude, heart beating faster.

"Of course. For you, anything"

Dean pulled back from you and looked down at your face, before cupping your cheek gently and plant a kiss on your lips, savoring the sweetness of your mouth.

"Happy birthday, Dean" you whispered breaking the kiss for a few seconds, making him smile before kissing you again.

[malsmind]

“what are we?”

better than him part 2

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: after what happened between you and your bestfriend, you can’t help but feel weird towards your guys’s friendship, feelings that you never even knew you had suddenly weighing on you.

warnings: smut, angst, p in v, unprotected sex, oral f receiving, pet names (baby) use of y/n

authors note: PART 2 OF BETTER THAN HIM! lmk what u think! this one’s a lil angsty, don’t rlly know what to think about it tbh

wc: 3k

part 1 here!

english is not my first language!

last night felt like a weird dream. it wasn’t bad, not at all, you enjoyed every single moment of it. the only problem was your mind racing with the thoughts of what had happened, confusion, anxiety, maybe even the slightest hint of regret.

"do you want me to make you cum?"

you didn't know what to say. you were speechless. you couldn't help the heat rise to your cheeks, causing you to look away from him. did you want that? he's your best friend, surely this would make things... weird, right? matt grew a little anxious at your reaction, not sure what to do. he mentally face palmed himself for even thinking like that. why would you ever even-

"okay."

matt was pulled out of his thoughts, looking back at you to meet your eyes again.

"what, really? you don't.. have to i understand if-"

"no i want to." you cut him off, leaning slightly closer to him.he nodded, his eyes darting down to your lips, inching closer. it didn't take long for him to fully lean over the middle console of the car and put his lips to yours. the kiss was gentle, his lips moving against yours at a

the image of what happened was running circles in your mind, replaying the moment over and over again.

“you’re so beautiful.”

“fuck, you feel so good sweetheart.”

remembering his words, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, it made your breath tremble, a slight shiver running down your spine. you didn’t know why you felt the way you did. matt on the other hand knew exactly what he had felt from the moment he met you. sure, you guys have been best friends for years, nothing more. matt always felt something more for you though, something he couldn’t quite explain until he actually got to share some sort of intimate moment with you, the connection of your bodies that night also connecting the dots in his brain.

he drove you home that night, hugging you before driving home himself. he came home, smiling like an idiot. of course, chris and nick noticed the change in his behavior. how smiley he was. however, all that changed pretty quickly when the night after, you still hadn’t replied to any of his texts. the occasional instagram reels or tiktok’s that everyone would send around, that you would send around to matt remained unopened. chris, nick and you would also usually send each other a few things, or chat, but since that night you and matt had your little drive around, ending up in the backseat of his car? nothing.

matt was quick to grow concerned, a weird, unsettling feeling building up inside of him. did he cross a line? were you weirded out? was your friendship ruined?

you read his messages. you didn’t mean to click on the notification but now he knew you were purposely leaving him on read anyway. you couldn’t bring yourself to reply, too confused with your own feelings and how to proceed with whatever happened. matt kept checking his phone, leg bouncing up and down as he sat in his living room with his brothers, supposed to watch a movie.

“kid what’s up with you? you’re not even watching the movie.” chris spoke up, growing annoyed at the way matt’s leg bounced like crazy. he put his phone down, looking up at the TV in the process. “i’m fine, just waiting on a message.”

chris scoffed at his response. he knew something was up. the fact that you haven’t messaged neither him nor nick nor matt said it all. you were all friends, none of you had gone quiet on each other like that before, leaving each other on read like that was something you guys just didn’t do. “you guys had a fight or something?” nick took over, noticing the slight annoyance in chris’s expression. matt looked over at nick with a frown forming on his face.

“what are you talking about?” he huffed, knowing very well what nick meant.

“yeah, don’t give me that. you’re not the only one she’s not talking to. did you piss her off or something? t’was just a drive around, what could you have possibly said to make her act like that?”

matt leaned back into the couch, rubbing his hand over his face. he didn’t know where to start, how to answer. it’s not like he even had an answer, he didn’t know why you just suddenly stopped replying to his messages or the others. after thinking for a while, he simply shrugged, sighing.

“i didn’t do anything.” he lied, kind of. he did do something, but you wanted it too, you both did. one of you just didn’t know how to process what had happened. his eyes not meeting nicks when he lied was all nick needed to connect the dots for somewhat of an answer.

“did you guys like kiss or something?” he huffed with an amused smirk. his smirk disappeared almost immediately when he saw matt’s reaction, the uncomfortable shift in his seat along with the sound of him clearing his throat.

“gross, dude. seriously?! in the van?!”

chris looked at nick confused before he also understood what was going on, his eyebrows raising.

“how the fuck did that happen then?”

“do i really have to explain that shit now??” matt sighed, running a hand trough his hair, pulling his phone out again to check if you had replied to him yet.

chris and nick watched him. the frustration and concern in his eyes growing with every passing second he didn’t get a reply from you.

“did you tell her how you feel?” chris spoke up.

“what?” matt shook his head, a frown on his face “i have no idea what you’re talking about man”

the silence in the room was loud, matt denying his feelings was only making the situation worse. he sighed, throwing his phone aside.

“no..i didn’t. how the fuck am i even supposed to do that?”

“drive over and do it. i doubt she’ll reply anytime soon.” nick sighed, pressing pause on the movie and checking his phone.

matt thought for a moment. was it really a good idea to just show up to your place after you haven’t even answered any of his messages? on the other hand, he didn’t want to leave this whole thing unresolved. he wanted to make sure that you’re okay, that you didn’t regret anything that happened the night before.

”yeah..okay.”

matt sighed, getting up from the couch and grabbing his car keys, walking out the door and getting into his car. he sat there for a moment, thinking about if he should really do this. he picked up his phone again, seeing that you still hadn’t replied to any of his messages.

…

you were sat on your own couch, reading his messages. you wanted to reply, you wanted to talk to him, you just couldn’t get yourself to do it.

when matt saw you were still leaving him on read, he decided he had enough, following his brothers advice.

you didn’t answer, you just put your phone down. you didn’t have any words, not able to express whatever confusing feelings you had over just some simple text. you waited while matt quickly made his way over to your place.

you sat there, anxiously waiting for him to arrive. the knock on your door made you straighten your back, quickly getting up from your seat on the couch, hesitantly opening the door to see matt stand there. his gaze softened when he saw you, anxiety now creeping up on him aswell. “hey..” he spoke softly “okay if i come in..?” he asked, giving you a thin lipped smile “yeah..” you stepped aside, letting him in and closing the door once he was inside. you avoided eye contact with him, walking towards you kitchen. “you want anything to drink?” you asked him, avoiding the topic that the both of you knew you needed to talk about. “y/n don’t do that..” he followed you into the kitchen, reading you like a book. he could tell you were thinking about what happened too, your unreadable expression worrying him slightly.

you stopped, turning around to face him, but not looking at him directly. he took a few steps closer to you, putting his hand down on the kitchen counter next to him. he studied your face, trying to figure out what was going trough your head. he took a deep breath, trying to collect himself and to find the right words, find somewhere to start. “listen.. if it’s about what happened last night.. i’m sorry if i crossed a line. i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, or ruin our friendsh-“

“you didn’t.” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “i’m sorry for ignoring you, i’m just.. i don’t know..” you sighed, struggling to find the right words. you knew you liked him too, more than just a friend, but you were scared of the feeling, scared of the affect it could have on your guys’s relationship to each other. you didn’t wanna lose him, you didn’t want what you guys did to ruin the amazing moments you had, the many more you wanted to share.

matt noticed the way you grew upset, lost in your own mind, overthinking. “i really suck at stuff like this. i probably should’ve told you way earlier. i guess i just didn’t want to ruin our friendship but i can’t help the way i feel whenever i’m around you..”

for the first time that night, you moved your head to look up and and meet his eyes, a nervous feeling in your stomach. you didn’t consider the consequences of having sex with your best friend, not until it actually happened. it made you realize the feelings you had for him, the feelings you never cared to acknowledge, the feelings you were sure you didn’t have, but you did.

listening to a song in his car, driving on some random, empty road. singing along to a song together, laughing together, talking about the most random shit, deep talking, watching movies together. small moments that you loved, you loved them because of him, because he was the one who shared those memories with you. parking in an empty parking lot, eating McDonalds together. looking at him while he was ranting about one of his interests. if he asked you what he was just talking about, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell him, because you were so busy with admiring how beautiful his eyes were. not even noticing how you were studying every single feature about him.

your throat went dry, nothing was the way you thought it was. matt saw the way you was tangled in your thoughts and worries. he took a step closer, putting his hand on top of yours on the kitchen counter.

“it’s okay if you don’t…y’know..” matt spoke softly, his voice low.

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, to tell him you did feel the same. instead, you leaned closer, giving him plenty of time to pull back. when he didn’t, you pressed your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. his hand slightly tightened around yours, interlocking his fingers over yours. he deepened the kiss, moving his lips against yours more urgently, his tongue gliding over your lips, asking for entry and you didn’t hesitate, parting your lips slightly. matt’s free hand came to rest on your hip, gently pulling you closer.

you never broke the kiss, and neither did he. your breathing grew heavier and so did his. his hand squeezed your hip before it came up to cup your face, his other hand left yours to grab the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. everything happened faster than you could process, your bodies needy, small moans leaving matt’s lips along with your needy whimpers. before you knew it, your hands made their way down to his belt, fiddling to unbuckle it.

matt’s breath hitched, moving back a little, breaking the kiss in the process. he looked down at your hands struggling to unbuckle his belt, taking his own hands off of yours to help you out. once his belt was off, your fingers worked on unbuttoning his jeans, his eyes now staring into your ones that were focused on what you were doing. he stared at you, the nervous feeling in his stomach that he always had when he looked at you that way building up. he didn’t know how it happened, but he was just so mesmerized by you. everything about you.

you felt his eyes burning into yours and you stopped after you unbuttoned his jeans, looking up to meet his eyes. he smiled at you, the way your eyes looked into his, questioning his sudden stop. he shook his head slightly, “don’t let me stop you.” he whispered, leaning in to press his lips to yours, traveling down to press soft pecks to your jaw. your head tilted back slightly, his lips moving lower, kissing and gently sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. it was like you hands were frozen in place, a low moan leaving your mouth. matt chuckled against your neck, helping you pull his pants down, his boxers sliding along with them. you felt his erection against your hand that still hasn’t moved a muscle. instinctively, your hand wrapped around him, moving up and down in a slow motion. matt groaned, his lips parting against your skin. his hands found the waistband of your sweats, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. you kicked them off, tossing them to the side with your foot.

matt’s head came up from your neck, looking at you. he turned the both of you around so your backside was against the kitchen counter. along with his hands grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you, you jumped up, placing your body on top of the surface. matt stepped in between your legs, spreading them further apart. your wet, needy cunt on display for him. he cursed under his breath at the sight, placing his thumb on your clit. you moaned when he began to move his thumb, circling the sensitive nub. while his eyes stayed on where his body was connected to yours, he shook his head, exhaling sharply.

“i’m not fucking you. i need to taste you. so fucking bad..” he breathed out, moving to kneel down between your thighs, his breath fanning over your pussy. matt didn’t waste much time, pressing his tongue to your clit, circling it. your hands moved down into his hair, tugging on it lightly. every movement of matt’s tongue against your throbbing clit earned a moan from your lips. his pace picked up, his lips occasionally sealing around your clit, gently sucking on it. a groan left his lips when you tugged at his hair again.

he pulled back, catching his breath and standing back up and pressing his forehead to yours. his hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a few gentle strokes before sliding it up and down your slit.

you sucked in a sharp breath when matt pushed his hips forward, the full feeling of his cock inside of you making your head fall down on his shoulder, moans leaving your lips. “fuuuuck.” he groaned as he bottomed out, starting to move his hips. “you’re so perfect y/n..” he breathed out, “so fuckin’ perfect.”

you moaned in response, too deep into the moment to actually mumble out any sort of reply. matt’s hips picked up their pace, pulling back and snapping back into your tight hole. your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, lifting your head back up from where it rested on his shoulder. your eyes met his, and he leaned in, kissing you passionately while fucking into you faster, harder. your lips tried their hardest to move with his, but your moaning made it hard. he pulled back, looking at you again, your eyes shut, mouth hanging open. the built up tension and emotions mixed with the arousal you both felt made it hard for you to last long, both of your orgasms building up with every thrust of matt’s hips against your own. “open your eyes, baby. look at me..” you did. you opened your eyes, meeting his again, moans leaving your lips, pants and grunts leaving matt’s. your moans grew louder, walls clenching around his cock twitching inside of you while it pounded into you.

a loud string of moans filled the room, your orgasm crashing over you. the way you tried to keep your eyes on his while cumming around him was enough to send him over the edge, moans leaving his lips as hot drops of cum painted your walls. matt’s breath was heavy and so was yours, his forehead pressed back down to yours and he pressed a small, sweet kiss to your lips.

“i love you.” he breathed out between pants, “i think i have for a while..”

“i love you too.” you managed to answer between heavy breaths.

@middlepartmatt @emely9274 @impossiblecollectorcat @staargazr @sllutty-sturniolo @shadowthesim

[tttt06]

Follow My Lead

Word count- 7.3k

UnexperiencedReader x IdolJeongin

Both are in the military.

Synopsis~ 

Y/N is a veteran of the Army; she's been there since she was 18. She lost a friend a couple of years back, and she's never been the same.

Her sergeant assigns her to silently watch over the smiley boy because everyone can tell he's too friendly.

I mean, Jeongin's new. And he's a K-pop Idol. Some K-pop guy again. You're not even from Korea. You wouldn't know. 

He's so comforting and soft with you. Even though you're his superior, somehow you follow his lead.

!Warning! Y/N refers to Jeongin as Yang. The two of them are (Kinda) enemies to lovers. Y/N is also in a higher rank than I.N. Also, Jeongin is kinda a freak and horny. He likes that she is his boss, but he likes making her submissive. Also, this is from a view of a black reader the word 'nigga' is used like three times

"L/N! Stop with the Alpha Charlie and get to work!" I bit my lip and stayed silent as I tightened my grip on the weapon. I've been in the military since I was 18 years old. I'm about to turn 23 soon, and once again, I'll be spending it in a country I'm not from.

I'm from the States. I joined the military because I had no other option. Free living, free food, free friends, and a good job. 

I was a high ranker, but I didn't let that go around as known. Most people underestimate me, and those who know how high I'm ranked don't say much.

"Uhm, Sarg, Commander wants to see you." I looked at Nigel. He had a faint smirk. "The fuck you do? Hm?" I got up with a huff, "Respect your officer." 

I walked to the commander's office, and knocked, "It's L/N." He answered quietly, "Come in." I walked into the office and saluted, "Yes, sir, how can I help you?" He sighed, "Sit the hell down, Sarg." 

I relaxed in the seat. "I have a new assignment for you. We have a couple newbies coming in, and they need training. You're our lead trainer." 

I sighed, "Sir, I declined the offer years ago. I'm just a Spec." He shook his head, "You've been E6 for a while. You're taking this job."

I tried to stay respectful, but it fell apart. "Don't you think it's a little odd how quickly I became an E6?" He let out a long sigh, "Sarg, you saved our country from a terrorist attack. Of course, it's strange. You need to start doing your duties. Now, I assigned you to take care of Private Yang."

I crossed my arms, "Sir-" He closed his eyes quickly, cutting me off with a swift hand motion. "Kid. No professional bullshit right now, you have to listen. You're forcing my hand. The Colonel is asking me why you haven't fulfilled a single duty I put on you. I can't tell him you ignore his direct orders. I've never asked of you... but you're risking mine and your own neck."

I leaned back in the chair and thought to myself. I was starting to feel the weight of my title crash on me. 

"Fuck. Fine. But just Private Yang. Ask Sergeant Surtees to train the rest of the faction." 

He went quiet before he asked, "Are you doing alright?" I stood up, "You know what happened last time I trained privates. You also know the answer to that question." I walked out of the office to go for a walk on base. 

I had to attend back to my post in about ten minutes. I just needed time to think.

The next day, I was at the office I hadn't been to in almost a year.  It was dusty and messy. The last time I was here, I had a breakdown. Being here was something I never thought I'd do. Yet, here I am. I was coming to pick up my files.

I hadn't trained in two years, so I forgot how to. I had to go back to my notes to see what to get.

I sat in the chair and spun. The squeak sent a shiver down my spine. A flash went through my head.

That day was hard to remember. The loud explosion as I screamed out to my comrade. 

The sound of it imploding on the swing as the rubber seat flew into the air. 

He laid in pieces as chunks of guts and blood pooled on the mulch. The sound of the swing creaking back and forth kept me breathing. A day hard to forget.

A hand waved in my face. I was met with this smiley face. "H-hi." 

My eye twitched, "Yang! You call me Sarg! You approach me as such. You never start a sentence with Hi, you understand me?" The younger boy's smile dropped. "Yes, Sarg." I stood up and said, "We're going to the training grounds, and you're going to do 50 rounds of 10 push-ups."

I looked at him with serious eyes. He ran to the training grounds and began immediately. 

I screamed for about four hours. When Yang stood again, I shouted, "NOW DO FIVE LAPS AROUND THE ENTIRE BASE."

Yang got to running. I sighed while sitting on the floor. I watched my higher-up walk over to me. "Surtees." He laughed, "I haven't seen you train in a long time." I laughed, "I know. Just doing what I'm forced to." 

We talked as we looked over his trainees. Surtees asked, "How long you think he'll make it for?" I shrugged, "He's too smiley, I give him a week. He'll crack." 

Surtees asked, leaning over, "You heard what he did before this?" I looked at him, "He was in the Stray Kids group. He's the youngest." I watched as my trainee was running back from behind the building. 

"You serious?" "Hella." 

My eye twitched again. "I'm dealing with a stuck-up princess then." 

I saw how focused Jeongin was as he ran for the next lap. He wasn't fucking around. 

I did have doubts about his abilities, but he seemed athletic enough.

It had been a week of training. Yang learned to shoot, he learned to run, and he learned to listen.

He picked up on it quickly. His only issue was he was a horrible yeller. 

The kid couldn't respond loud and confident for his life. I was back in my office with a new chair. I asked Commander to get me a new one because the squeaking triggered me.

I had repainted the walls to a pastel green, and the office was decorated with my interest. I was lost in paperwork.

I've done my research on Yang. He's very quiet with his group. He's seen as adorable and thick-skinned. 

It rings true. Yang is resilient...somewhere, but he needs support to stay strong. The boy is probably one of the best when thinking of rookies.

However, I got an email from the colonel. He wanted me to go on a solo mission with Yang for a teaching lesson.

When it came to training, I was the best. Commander still doesn't know much about my past, even before the military, but he knows I'm tough.

I'm tough on everyone I love and hate. That's because I care.

After I completed my office work, I moved to packing up my bags. 

We were to leave tomorrow. I sent one of the trainees to get Yang for me and waited to give him the news. 

"Sarg." I motioned toward the door with my head. "Close it." He closed the door and saluted me. "Sit and relax." 

Though it's horrible, I often let my trainees relax. They're supposed to be soldiers, but nobody can hold a cold face.

"Yang, we have been ordered by the colonel to go on a mission. Can you handle it?" He raised an eyebrow, "What's gonna happen?" 

I blinked at him, "Well, we do a perimeter check and watch. Something could be found." 

He looked confused, "Well, why?" I sighed, "There was a shooting. We're in Korea. We're being sent to keep a special look-out at the crime scene. It might be... a terrorist attack."

His eyes widened, "A gun?" I nodded, "We're being sent out tomorrow. Pack your bags. Be up and ready by 7 o'clock sharp."

He nodded, and I excused him.

I left my room to see Yang already outside. I followed behind him, "Yah! you're early." He saluted, "Yes, I am, Sarg." I let out a small laugh and packed my bags into the trunk.

Yang got into the driver's seat and put his seatbelt on. "You don't wanna stop by anywhere for something to eat?"

He looked at me and read my facial expression. "You're hungry. What do you want to eat?" I felt my face flare with heat. I turned the other way in embarrassment. "I want..." His sigh broke the tension, "Yes?" 

I continued while looking out the window, "I want Chik-Fil-A." He smiled, "We don't have that in Korea. We'll get something else."

I shyly proposed, "Some ramen then."

That was odd. I'm usually not shy like that, but when Yang had the strange dominance over me... I felt something.

He told me I was hungry and asked me where I wanted to eat. That was so hot.

I hadn't spoken the whole ride. Yang turned something on in me. 

I had cornered myself close to the door, squeezed my thighs together, and hadn't turned to him.

Ordering food was what broke the silence. As we ate in the car, Yang started asking me personal questions. Ones I shouldn't answer, but he's just a kid.

"So, your family supported your career?" I swallowed my noodles, "The bills needed to be paid." He looked at me, and there was this glint.

"...Sarg." I confusedly stared at him. His hand reached for my cheek, and I felt his thumb rub across it. 

"You had sauce on your cheek." I looked down at my bowl of ramen. "Thanks." 

Fuck, why did I want him to kiss me?

He continued asking questions. "So, you got a boyfriend or something?" I only glanced at him, "No, never have." 

He smiled, and a chuckle left his chest, "You embarrassed about that?" I sighed, "I... almost did... something happened." 

He ate his kimbap, "What?" My lips moved to a lopsided smile, "He died." 

Yang calmly put his food down. "Why do you always have to be so depressing?" My eyes widened in shock, "Excuse you!" He raised his eyebrows, "Look, you're young! Your life sucks, your friends died! But they wouldn't want you to be grumpy all the time."

"I don't deserve to be happy." His hand landed on my shoulder, "Yes, you do." 

He looked into my eyes. They were so free and genuine. 

I looked away. "Yeah." I had nothing else to say. 

I always forget he's older than me. He's a smiley person and has a younger aura about him. He's so mature and is holding onto this life pretty well.

I huffed, "I'm supposed to be your sergeant. Not your friend." He smiled while he laughed through his nose, "You can be both." 

He put both his hands on the wheel and began to drive off.

When we arrived, we were immediately directed to the crime scene.

A tarp covered the dead body, but not the pool of blood. Yang only looked at me in concern as I reached for his hand.

He entangled his fingers with mine and squeezed. 

I can't do this. I can't... I feel like I'm right back.

I let go and walked off. I felt like I was suffocating. The smell of blood, the quietness, the body... I couldn't take it.

As my chest ran out of breath, I caught myself wishing for Yang. My hands instinctively grabbed my chest as I tried to find the air.

I cried, "Fuck." 

There was silence before a voice behind me made me jump. Yang's eyes followed mine with concern. "Hey, hey, hey. You okay?" I nodded and pushed him away. "I- I can't take this." 

He rubbed the back of his head, "I get it." He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bench. 

"Can we look at the cloud together?" I just nodded along, barely hearing what he asked. I looked up at the morning sky and felt my air return to my lungs.

I felt so small. 

Yang still hadn't let go of my hand. "Your thoughts feel clearer?" I looked down to see him staring. "Yeah... they did." He only smiled, "I won't make you talk about it. I have a member from my group, Han... he has anxiety too." 

I looked down and played with his hand, "It's more like PTSD. I can't see blood or hear that squeak sound... It just reminds me of that day." 

He only listened. "He was my comrade, my friend. The love of my life all at once. I didn't follow orders. My commander told me to stand down. Only one guy was left. At least, that's what we thought. My comrade said two against one was too easy. We ran in, but... he ended up dying. There were four guys in there. I killed them all, yet my comrade still died."

Yang let go of my hand and grabbed my whole body. He scooped me up into a warm embrace. I felt safe in his arms.

"You're with me now." I nodded.

We stayed there in silence. I eventually worked up the courage to go back.

We were there all night and were both too tired to drive back. I ended up getting us a one-bedroom. Two beds in one room. It was an overnight stay, and we'd be up and back on our way that morning. 

I let my commander know we'd be back late. When we got to the room, I smacked right on the bed. "Be up by 7."

I didn't hear a response, but I went straight to sleep.

I woke up in a sweat. I shot up and felt my lungs gasping for air. "Sergeant?" I turned to the other bed to see Yang fully awake. 

"Ah, sorry." He turned on the bedside lamp. "come here." He flipped the cover over in an inviting manner. 

I sat on my bed for a moment, thinking. 

Is this okay? He's my subordinate... But I need to sleep.

I sighed and got up. I walked over to Yang's bed, and he pulled me closer. His warm breath tickled my ear, "Sleep well." 

When I woke up, my cheek was squished against his chest, and his hand held onto my shoulder. My hand lifted me from his chest. 

His eyes opened sharply. I smiled, "It's just me." He smiled and swooped a loc from my face. He tucked it behind my ear, "Good morning." 

I felt my heart tingle. I pushed away, "Get ready. I'll drive us back." I slammed the door shut and walked to the convenience store. 

No way am I falling for a subordinate. Not happening. The last time I fell for someone here, they died. Plus, he's an idol... he won't be able to make this public.

I grabbed the convenience store food and went to pay for it. The cashier mentioned, "You look upset." I looked up at him. "I am." He smiled, "Maybe a stranger could help."

I huffed, "I'm his boss. I like him." He looked at me with shock, "Oh... well." 

I gave him a defeated smile, "I told you so. I'm hopeless." There was a silence before he just responded, "Hey, you never know... You know Blackpink?" 

I gave him a blank stare, "Nigga... I speak Korean fluently. What are you trying to say?" "You never know until you try." 

I laughed, "That's not what the song is about." He shrugged, "I don't listen to them." My eye twitched, "I can tell. Thanks for the useless advice."

I walked out with my bag of supplies and back to the hotel. Yang was walking out. "Yah, I got us food." 

I handed him the bag, "How'd you know... you got all my favorite stuff." I shrugged, "Just eat." I got in the car, and the first thirty minutes were quiet. 

That was until Yang burped. "UGH! What the fuck, Jeongin!" He turned to me quickly, his eyes wide. "What did you just call me?" 

My eyes stayed glued to the road, "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, "Please, call me that a lot."

It had been about two months since that whole situation. Yang had been wondering why I hadn't been talking to him. Plainly because I don't want to.

That whole situation with having to calm me down, cuddle me, and feed me... it felt too personal. 

I finished my report and heard a knock on the door, "Y/N, it's Surtees. Let me in?" I sighed, "Come inside, it's fun inside." He laughed as he walked in.

"Why are you singing Mickey Mouse?" I just laughed. Surtees sat, "I don't know how, but that Yang kid is already at the top of his class. They're thinking of promoting him." I let out a half smile, "He's a good kid." 

Surtees crossed his arms, "What happened on that mission, Y/N?" I squinted at him, "I told you." He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you're telling me everything." He leaned back in his chair.

I looked away from him to 'finish' my paperwork. There was a long silence. The only sound was sheets of paper swinging in the air. 

"Y/N." 

I looked up to see Surtees staring at me. "You serious about this being your last couple of months?" I sighed, "I can't take it anymore. My friend died here. When I did that mission with Yang, I couldn't take it. I'm weak. Too weak to protect the country." 

Surtees said, "Ah, so that's what happened." I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" His smile spread, "You had a panic attack in front of the trainee, and now you're too embarrassed to talk to him."

I looked down, frustrated. "Y-yeah." Surtees only laughed. "You know the kid has a crush on you, right?" I looked up, appalled, "What?!" He held his stomach as he hunched over from laughter. 

"What are you talking about?" He smiled, "He's obsessed with you. He even came to ask why you haven't spoken to him." 

I felt my body tense as I thought about him holding me tight that night at the hotel. 

I didn't want to... but I think I really like him.

I shook my head, "That's... not right." Surtees said, "I think you should go for it. It's clear you're able to be vulnerable with him." 

I shook my head, "No! I shouldn't!" Surtees sighed, "Why? He's not going to die at war like your friend did. It's okay to fall in love again."

I shook my head, "But... Avery died because of me." Surtees smile had depleted. He looked at me, feeling sorry. I hated the pity, but it felt nice to be cared for.

"Y/N, you should sign up for the therapy they have here. You should also let Yang take you out. Maybe it's what you need."

I took his word as I silently cried. The tears fell from my cheeks, and Surtees stood up. "I know you hate when people see you cry. I'll see myself out." He patted my head and walked out. 

Surtees was always like an older brother. He was ahead of me by age and the system. I was one of the younger ones here. 

And that's thanks to the misfortune I suffered at 17.

I ended up huddled up in my office for about three hours. I eventually got up to quickly get something to eat. 

When I walked out to get some fast food on base, I was met with Yang. He was standing outside the convenience store alone. 

"You're supposed to be sleeping." He laughed, "Can't sleep when my friend ignores me." 

I glanced at him and walked past him. I was quick to get my food, but on my way out, Yang shouted to me, "Call me Jeongin... one more time." 

I turned around to look at him, "Excuse me?" He said, "Just once... I-I'd like to go out with you."

My eyes widened, "Yang, you're crazy." He asked, "Please? I want to be the person you want." I held my breath as I stared. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. 

"Y/N, you should sign up for the therapy they have here. You should also let Yang take you out. Maybe it's what you need."

Surtees's voice rang in my head. 

"Sure. But don't try to fuck me on the first night." He laughed, "No promises. When are you free?" 

He said, "Tomorrow, all day." I smiled, "Fine, let's meet at five." He smiled, "At the small pond, with the fishes." I nodded absentmindedly. I turned around and walked home. 

The next day, I had on civilian clothes. It wasn't often I wore an outfit, but I did today. 

I don't understand, but I wanted to impress Yang.

I wore a thigh-high dress, some white sneakers, and white socks. My locs are in a quick bun with the two front strands out to frame my face. 

I exited my place to see Nigel at my door, "Really?" He looked me up and down and said, "So Yang really did ask you out."

I embarrassingly punched him in the shoulder, "Shut up! Respect your Sergeant." 

He crossed his arms, "Looks to me like you're playing civilian. A civilian just punched a military officer." I furrowed my eyebrows as Nigel continued, "You don't look good. You look like a bodybuilder in a dress."

I had nothing to say. 

Do I?

He snickered, "Enjoy your date." I walked away with a new insecurity. 

Am I too big? Am I too buff? My job requires me to work out, but am I too muscular?

My thoughts were clouded as I made my way to the park. I saw Yang there with flowers. He was stylish. "Hi Y/N." 

My eyes widened. 

I'm not used to hearing my name. "Oh, hello." He smiled while handing me the flowers, "Come sit." 

I finally took a look at my surroundings. Jeongin made a little makeshift picnic. "It's not Chik-Fil-A, but I tried." 

I smiled and carefully sat down. "You look good in yellow." I tucked my loc behind my ear, "Thanks." 

He smiled back and looked at me. I wasn't paying attention when he started talking because I was thinking hard.

He said I looked good in yellow. Do I look good in the dress? I shouldn't eat, I should lose the weight then. I don't want to look huge. I need to get muscular but dainty. What meal plan do I have to follow to get like that.

"Y/N!?" I blinked as I looked at Yang. "You okay? You spaced off completely. I called your name like five times. Am I boring you? You wanna go somewhere else?" 

I shook my head, "No-no! You already set up." 

Jeongin said, "What's on your mind?" His voice got soft when he asked. It made my heart flutter when the concern bubbled from his throat.

"Nothing." He crossed his arms, "C'mon. Age-old tricks get you nowhere. What's wrong?" He smiled as he waited for an answer. 

I played with my fingers in my lap and whispered, "Just something stupid Nigel said." He leaned in, and I couldn't help but notice how buff his arms were. "What'd he say?" 

"I look like a bodybuilder in this dress."

He quirked his eyebrow, "You surprise me. Didn't take you as someone naïve." I looked up at him in shock. 

"Yes, your arms are a little muscular," He leaned over to squeeze them, "But you're still tiny." He kissed my cheek, "Now eat. I worked hard to beg Minho to make these chicken sandwiches."

I was still shocked by the kiss. I came up with a conversation, "Minho is your bandmate, right?" He nodded as he chewed his sandwich. 

"Second oldest hyung. I'm the maknae." I nodded, "What's it like being famous?" 

He looked up at me, "It feels like I have these guardian angels around me all the time. It feels like a higher power is protecting me. When I go out, people recognize me. I can tell even when they don't come up to me. If something happened to me, my fans got my back." 

I smiled, "You actually love your fans?" He nodded excitedly, "... It's like when your favorite cousin comes over for a sleepover." I laughed, "I get that." 

I ate the chicken, "Wow, this is good. Is Minho single?" He squinted his eyes, "Not funny, will never be funny." I smiled, "I'm kidding."

I thought, "Would I get to meet them? Your bandmates?" He nodded, "Them before my parents." I laughed, "Probably for the better." 

He raised an eyebrow, "What about you? When do I meet your parents?" 

I smiled, "Well, they're both dead, but we can meet their graves in America." Jeongin pouted, "I walked into that. How'd it happen?"

I said, "Bank robbery." I popped a strawberry in my mouth, "I was 17 when it happened. I had to go into foster care and got kicked out the day I turned 18. Came to the military to get money."

He nodded along, "That's upsetting. I get why you don't trust people then." 

I nodded, "Not even. It was just a traumatic time. I felt like life was so unfair. I was still grieving, and to be homeless while trying to go to high school was not fun. I got bullied." 

He furrowed his eyebrows, "That's super fucked up." I smiled, "I got suspended because I fought the whole group of girls and won. My dad was an ex-convict, so I know how to prison fight." 

Jeongin laughed, "And there it is." I smiled, "Not a Y/N story until I get slick at the mouth with someone." 

Yang laughed, "I love your slick-ass mouth. It's hilarious." I laughed, "You like bratty girls, don't you?" He shrugged, "You're gonna have to find out." 

I rolled my eyes, "Might have to find more than one thing in the bedroom." I sipped my water, and he laughed. "Trust, you make me so hard that it grows three times the size!" 

I laughed back, "Did you just admit to having a small penis, Yang?" He leaned closer, "I told you, my name is Jeongin." He kissed me deeply and slowly.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly pushed us on the blanket. His hands kept him above me as one lifted the already short dress higher up my thigh.

"Mm~" He smiled against my lips as he kissed me again, "You like that?" I nodded, and he looked down, "You like being touchy, don't you?" I nodded again. "Fuck. You're so adorable when you're under me." 

He pulled away and sat up. "I have to keep my composure with you. You're dangerous." He pulled the corner of the blanket onto his lap. 

He was right about how fast and big it grows. It was huge.

I bit my lip and looked away, "I should probably tell you, I've never had sex before." He smiled, "I can tell. I'll make sure you can handle it."

I giggled at the thought of it. Jeongin cheesed, "Oh, you're a nasty girl."

"You'll just have to find out."

We'd been together for a couple weeks now. We'd sneak around and mess around. It was honestly so fun with Jeongin. 

Jeongin was actually a funny person. We had each other's sense of humor. He was also very lively and had a HIGH sex drive.

The two of us hadn't done IT yet. Mostly because I'm scared to. He hasn't mentioned it. He always stops when it gets too far or when I cum from his fingers. 

He's a patient man. Even though there will be times he invites himself into my office to display his boner. He won't mention anything.

Only a few know about what's going on between us. Everyone knows not to fuck with me because I'll have you on cleaning duty, and you'll be starting with the kitchen refrigerator. 

"Sergeant L/N, it's your boyfriend." I rolled my eyes, "What the fuck do you want Nigel." 

He walked in and sat on my seat, "You know Yang cursed me out after saying you looked buff in a dress. Ah, fun times. Now, we have an assignment. There's a new gen of trainees. They want to make you train a team." I sighed, "I don't want to, but fine, I guess." 

I smiled to myself while thinking of Jeongin. He'd been on my mind all day. He said he had something planned after work for me. He always gives me his time and attention. 

"Stop thinking of your boyfriend and take this folder of paperwork. It had the trainee's background at Bootcamp." 

I nodded, looking at the first page, "Ah, this person cried and peed himself on the second day? Jesus. Why does Commander give me all the weak ones." 

Nigel laughed, "Because your softness on them makes them tough." I bit my cheek, "Alright, get out." He stood snickering and left the room. 

I was only sitting on this for five minutes before I heard another knock on the door. 

I opened the door, "Nigel, what the hell do you want now-" 

Jeongin smiled and pulled me into a tight hug. "I finished early. Now, give me a kiss." I wiggled my head out of his tight headlock and kissed his cheek. 

He kicked the door behind him, "A real one." I laughed and kissed him for real. His lips were soft, and his breath was light on my top tip. 

He sucked in a breath, and his hands traveled to my waist. He lifted his shirt, and I gasped. "Here?!" He turned around and locked the door. 

"Whose gonna know?" I laughed as he lifted me onto my desk and kissed down my neck. I moaned as he lifted my shirt. He threw it on the floor and sucked on the hickeys he left last time.

He unzipped my pants and rubbed his thumb over my clit. "You couldn't even wait for tonight?" He smiled, "Because you looked so good today. You look so good in uniform." I bit my lip as he kissed my ear.

I felt his fingers dip into my panties. My legs spread absentmindedly. "Fuck, you're so submissive to me." I leaned back, using my hands to prop me up on the desk. "It feels good." 

"Can you sit on my face tonight?" I nodded, moaning to his rhythm. 

He was always slow and steady. Always curling his fingers until it hit my gummy spot. 

My stomach started to feel tight as he sped up. "I love it when you make that face for me. You're about to cum on my fingers? Hm, baby?" I nodded as I felt myself about to release.

I held his shoulder to keep me steady. He pulled his fingers out and flipped me over my own desk. 

He pulled down my pants and dug his face into my pussy. I moaned as his tongue swiped over my clit. 

"Shit. Innie, I'm cumming." He only dug his fingers deeper into my hole. I covered my mouth as I came all over his fingers. Jeongin licked me clean, "Give me your underwear." I stepped out of my underwear. "They're so wet. You're so nasty. Letting me take you in your office." 

I turned around, and he pressed a kiss on my lips. He kissed me harder as his big hands wrapped over my ass. He tightly squeezed it and let go. My ass jiggled from his release. 

"You have such a pretty ass. Pretty stretch marks, pretty skin... from my pretty girl." I bit my lip, feeling shy. "You like my stretch marks?" 

He smiled and gave me another kiss, "You're gonna get more when I get you pregnant. If you don't like them, you better start now." 

I had put on my clothes and was ready for this makeshift date Jeongin had made up.

He kicked out his roommate and made a movie night. It is endearing. I sat on his office carpet floor, and he pulled me into a cuddle. 

"You wanna watch Ponyo again?" I smiled, "I love how you always wanna watch my movies. What do you wanna watch?" He thought, "I heard 'The Challengers' with Zendaya was pretty good." 

I turned to him, not having it, "Either you love Zendaya, or you just wanna watch sex movies with me." He smiled, "Euphoria wasn't a movie." I rolled my eyes, "Baby, we already did stuff three days ago, two days ago, yesterday we did it four times, then today, and you wanna do it even more?! I'm exhausted." 

He looked at me seriously, "You want me to calm down?" I could tell he was taking it to heart, "I-uh...no." He clicked his tongue, "That's what I thought. Now, pick a movie." I sheepishly smiled and turned on Ponyo.

I'm predictable, I know!

We sat together watching it. We ended up moving to the couch and spooning. Jeongin was a little spoon, mostly because I liked being pressed against the back of the sofa. I felt safer here. My arms were on his shoulder as I watched from behind his big frame. 

Jeongin said, "This is my favorite part for some reason." Sosuke walked outside to see the water reaching the doorway. I smiled as I reminisced. 

This movie got me through a lot. 

"Ah, I love when the boat gets big because of her magic!" Jeongin turned to me, "You are so cute." I pouted, "When will you see me as sexy?" 

"When you take all your clothes off." 

I rolled my eyes and shoved my hand on his face. I turned his head, "Watch the movie horn-hog."

Honestly, I liked that he was so horny all the time. It was so attractive. He said, "You look so cute in my clothes. How am I supposed to contain myself?" "By watching the movie." 

Jeongin said, "You think I don't notice when you mouth the words?" 

He turned to me with that smile. He lifted me onto his lap, and my middle felt how hard his dick was.

"It's so cute when you do that. How many times have you seen this?" 

I smiled, "219 times." He laughed, "That's like 3% of your life dedicated to this movie."

I said, "Actually, 2.7%. I did the math. This movie reminds me of my childhood. How good I had it, how big my imagination was. How big the world seemed." 

He cupped my cheek, "The world is big." I scrunched my nose and leaned down to kiss him. Both my hands kept me propped on his big chest.

"Your dick is bigger." He smiled, "That's my girl." 

He flipped us over instantaneously, "You wanna feel it for me?" I laughed, "Not in the living room." He sighed while scooping me up bridal style and threw me on the bed.

"What about in my room?" He smiled at me as I crawled over to the edge of the bed. 

He bent down on one knee to meet my eyes, "Cutie, you wanna try today?" His eyes were sincere. 

"Trying going all the way? Y-yeah." 

He smiled, "No pressure. You can always tell me when to stop." 

He smiled at me as he pushed me on the bed gently. I expected him to be rougher. 

He's all talk. He's actually the sweetest and gentlest baby ever.

He loves to take care of me too.

He slid off his sweatpants from my body. "Always wearing my clothes." I nodded as he kissed my neck.

I let out a soft moan as he dug his fingers into my hole. "You're still stretched out. But I'll need to add another finger." 

He shoved in a third finger, and I moaned out in pain. "Nng~" He whispered between my legs, "I know, baby." 

He looked up, "You feel comfortable taking your shirt off?" I nodded as I pulled it off.

Jeongin's lips teased my clit. He kept flicking it. I bit my lip when I felt his other hand slide to my chest. 

He rolled my nipple between his big, callased fingers. 

"You feel good, baby?" I could only whimper, "Mhm~" 

I felt my stomach growing a knot, "I'm gonna cum soon." He let out a soft sigh, "Cum for me, baby. I can't wait to watch you shake under me." 

I loved how much of a talker he was in the bedroom. He always pushed me to the edge with his words. "Your sweet pussy is gonna cum all over my fingers, hm?" I nodded as he went faster. 

My moans only got longer as I squeezed my thighs around his head. "Ah~ I-I'm gunna... mmm~" I came on his fingers.

He pulled away, "I can't lick you clean today, I need that for me." He looked me over before kissing my nose, "I'll be back." He walked to his bathroom and came back with a pack of condoms. "Not sure how long until I wear you out, I brought three condoms." 

I shook my head in disbelief. I knew he was only half joking.

He slid his pants down. His dick was so hard. "Can you put it on for me, baby?"

Fuck yes.

I crawled over, now in only a bra. I pulled down Jeongin's boxers and watched his dick spring out.

It slapped his stomach as it touched right above the belly button. It was huge, I've never seen his dick before. It was pale, and the tip was pink. 

I put it in my hand as I felt it throb.

His hand immediately gripped my head as he observed me. 

I carefully slid on the condom. I never put one on before, so I struggled a bit. Jeongin groaned as he watched.

"Fuck, your so cute." He grabbed both wrists with one hand and moved his hand from my head. He slid on the condom, and his head dove back.

My warm palms were right back on his dick. "Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing?" I slid his long and thick dick in my mouth.

I kept going until it reached the back of my throat. 

"Fuck! Yes, baby, take it." I moaned as my eyes fluttered closed. "Fuck, your throat feels so good, baby." 

My hands were on his thigh as I sucked on his tip. Jeongin had put his hand back on my head. 

"Just like that." He pushed my head back and forth. 

"Let me fuck your throat. I want to watch you gag on me." I let his dick drag on my tongue as I looked at him with my doe eyes. 

He bit his lip, trying to keep his composure. He grabbed my chin and kissed me hard.

"Put it back in your mouth, baby." I grabbed his dick and started sucking it. He held my head steady as he thrust deep into my throat. 

Apparently, I don't have a gag reflex. Jeongin's dick slid right into my throat. 

His tip grazed against my front teeth, and I felt him shiver. "Oh fuck. Just like that baby." I swirled my tongue around his dick as my other hand massaged his balls. 

His grip on my locs tightened. His thrust got quicker as he began to groan. "Oh yeah, baby. Let me destroy that pretty little throat." 

He never was usually like this. Jeongin has always been a gentle horn monster. Hearing him speak like this to me made me hot and bothered. 

My fingers traveled to my pussy as I began to finger myself to his fast-paced rhythm. "Fuck yes, baby. Touch yourself to me." 

He went faster, but his thrusts were shallow. I started gasping with every moan, which led him to pull out a little.

Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut as he began to let out a long moan. "Fuck Y/N, I'm cumming." 

He came in the condom, and I watched as it leaked through the condom. I swiped my finger across his twitching dick and licked my finger.

He tasted salty.

Jeongin then pushed me on the bed, "It's your turn, I'm gonna fuck you so deep and slow, you won't know your own name."

I pulled off the used condom and put on a new one. Jeongin gripped my wrist and put the fingers I used to finger myself in his mouth. 

His tongue swirled around my fingers, and I moaned.

He positioned his dick into my pussy and shoved it in there.

I felt the immediate stretch. I felt so stuffed like my pussy was about to pop.

I squeezed my eyes closed and let out another pained whimper. My hand dropped from Jeongin's mouth, and he kissed my cheeks.

"You okay?" I nodded, "Yeah, you're just really big." He smiled gently, "Am I too big, or are you super tight?" He kissed my forehead, "Relax for me. It'll feel better." 

He slowly pulled out and thrust back in. My hand gripped his shoulder. "Agh~" He panted, "Fuck your tight little pusy is squeezing around me." 

I moaned as his thrust gotta a little rougher. His dick was already hitting my gummy spot. 

I muttered, "Faster." My body was shaking from pleasure as he picked up the pace. Already, my stomach was tying the knot around him. I let out loud moans. 

I felt like I was peeing as this wet substance sprayed out of me. I started to shake uncontrollably.

Jeongin pulled out quickly and kissed my neck, "You feel good, don't you, baby?" I nodded as I continued to ramble incoherent words in pleasure.

My body relaxed as Jeongin rubbed my thigh. I said sadly, "Did I just pee?" He smiled, "No, babe. You were so aroused that you squirted."

I looked away from him. He continued, "That's a good thing." 

I huffed, "Can we keep going, or does that mean we have to stop?" He cheesed, "Do you wanna keep going?" 

I nodded, "I do." He smiled and towered back over me. He positioned himself back in, but this time his dick popped right in. The pain was thin between pleasure.

I let out another moan, and he sunk into me. I bit my lip as he thrust into me at the same pace. He whispered in my ear, "I won't lie. Watching you squirt was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do."

I let out a laugh, but it turned into a moan as he roughly slammed into me. 

The knot got tighter as I curled into him. My neck dove back, and Jeongin took it as the perfect opportunity to suck on my sweet spot. 

I felt myself starting to cum all over again. "Ah~ I'm gonna cum Innie." He thrust faster as he rubbed my thighs in a circular motion. 

I balled the sheets into my hands and felt myself cum. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my back arched.

"Fuck!" I squeezed around Jeongin's dick leading him to twitch. But he didn't cum. 

He let me ride out my orgasm, and relax a little before the next round. Instead, he held me mid-air, and my legs hooked on his shoulder. He was slamming into me quickly. My moans were loud in his ear as he panted from his rhythm.

"Oh fuck! You're so deep~" My body swung into the air and collided with his stomach. The squelching noises of my pussy were loud in the air. 

He sighed as he started to throb in me. He carefully placed me on the bed and fucked me from behind. My face was digging into the sheets as he slapped my ass hard. 

We were at least on the third condom by now. My legs shook as I cried out, "Fuck, I'm cumming!" He said with a satisfied groan, "Me too, baby girl." 

Our moans harmonized as I fell over. Jeongin plopped onto the bed and caught his breath.

"You're such a good girl." He cupped my cheek and kissed me deeply.

We cuddled that night all night long. When I woke up, he was there, and with breakfast.

We traveled together to America on leave, and he visited my parents. And we ate Chik-Fil-A because I cried the whole car ride back.

That was the day I told him I loved him too.

[gibbearish]

it is fun when u comment on a post on reddit and someones like "ummmm look what sub youre in" like no i know. i just think what you said is dumb enough that i'm willing to get downvoted to tell you that

[sunnibits]

I know I’m biased bc I’m a whore for old men but I genuinely cannot fathom how anyone can find eye creases and wrinkles unattractive. you don’t like happy eye crinkles?? you don’t like being able to see someone’s smile echo in waves through their whole expression??? like their smile is expanding beyond their mouth to gently fold every corner of their face?? to draw you in to their twinkling eyes and the joy that’s held there???? you don’t like seeing the evidence of a life well lived, well-laughed, a face worn by smiles as a canyon is worn by rivers??? do you hate puppies and sunshine too??????

[mothwingwritings]

in regard to the yujiro x reader paradise piece, i can't help but keep pondering...what if (name) responded differently? specifically, when he was quite gentle, if (name) admitted it felt good, would he continue with being gentle, and looking at her with the eyes of "reverence" and "admiration"? considering he's kept the ashtray little (name) made for him and takes it everywhere, along with his odd obsession for her, i think it is safe to say he holds her to a decently "high regard" (whatever that entail in his mind, anyway). i just wonder how the rest of the scene would play along, if he hadn't been further provoked.

sorry for my english! i know it's somewhat a old piece of yours, but i adore your writing and can't get enough 🫶🏽

Ahh thank you so much for your kindness darling!!! You have nothing to apologize for, your english is perf and I always enjoy people sharing their thoughts with me, no matter how random or long ago the work they have referenced was posted. I'm delighted you reached out, and even more so that I am able to bring you guys stuff that sticks with you and that you enjoy! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

If reader would have completely caved to Yujiro in the moment, I feel like he would have definitely treated the matter with a softer approach (as ‘soft’ as Yujiro can, at least). Mind you, he wouldn’t necessarily be kind to you, but your confession would amuse him just enough that he would want to reward you for the entertainment. Yujiro doesn’t typically give a shit about anyone’s pleasure but his own, but he does take some satisfaction from seeing you deep in the thralls of a desire that was orchestrated by his own hand. The look of needy desperation splayed across your features, mixed with the zealous reactions he’s coercing from the most minimal of efforts is endearing in its own right. He’s enjoying the show-your writhing body and strained cries intriguing him so much so that he wants to see how long you can keep it up for. You’re usually such a tempestuous little brat in his presence- to reduce you to such a state after all your big talk about hating his guts was provocative in its own right.

ALL THAT BEING SAID, he’s not going to just forget all the shit that you put him through, including your petulant attempts at standing up to him and the steady stream of blatant lies you have fed him in regards to how he makes you feel. As much as he is compelled by your admission, it also kind of pisses him off. All that previous boasting over your disgust for him, and now look at you. A few strokes of his hand and you’re ready to give up so easily? Hanma’s aren’t some weak little quitters that roll over on their backs the moment they feel a bit of gratification, as his ‘daughter’ you should be ashamed of yourself. Expect the punishment that follows to be a fitting discipline for a slut as easy as you.

Ultimately the outcome will be the same. He’ll use you up and discard you until he’s ready for another round, whenever or wherever that may be. Maybe if you start his next visit off with honesty, things will go better for you…?

[sejanusarchive]

My tbosas rarepair based on absolutely nothing but vibes and shits and giggles is Smiley and Sejanus

[quolant]

smallville clark and battinson bruce in the 00s is the superbat content i didnt know i needed lol

[anotherdescentintomadness]

When Wang YiBo is Dripping in Finesse

Want a print?

[ratatatastic]

He looks so different with glasses 😂 did not recognize him at first

terribly funny how much more generic he can get with a thick frame of raybans like ive always believed the whole glasses as a disguise would never work irl but i got punked so hard that when i first saw him in glasses i was like "oh another man" glossed over him then felt the same sensation as when i forget to buy milk at the store, swiped back, scrutinised this for far longer than im comfortable admitting publicly and went "oh my god THATS MY MAN GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING"

[muffingnf]

back to regular programming

[hyunpic]

minho on bubble

[umemiyan]

when someone subtly tries to micromanage me/tell me how to do my job... especially when it's a MAN.......

[dayurno]

[curiosity-killed]

Im not going to say anything coherent here but there’s something about the way presentation at work is so blatantly and unequally split down gender lines* and how women are often (in my experience) the ones who reinforce those expectations when you don’t perform them and often reinforce them through the guise** of care which, in itself, is an expected and rewarded trait of femininity

*its not just gender and i know it gets even messier when you get into how “professionalism” is defined and policed wrt POC

**guise isn’t quite the right word because it implies a little too much malicious intentionality and I don’t think it usually is but the impact is annoying as fuck