#cause I’m rarely ever in the mood

[rosicheeks]

Is there a price for sexting?

Lol yes

[ghstzzn]

helping hand

pairing: bsf!lee heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis: heeseung had an unusual ritual before every competition as a professional league of legends player. one that his ex-girlfriend could no longer fulfill for him, leaving him desperate enough to ask for your help as his best friend.

tags/warnings: SMUT! MDNI! barely proofread lol, heeseungs a professional gamer… idk shit about that tho, you’re his best friend, league of legend mention, oral (m. rec), face fucking, deepthroating obv, praise? heeseung whimpers and whines here and there, name calling bc he calls her a perv hehe, reader touches herself and orgasms bc of his whimpering, cum swallowing, first time writing JUST a blowjob & ball fondling hehe and more probably! [3.3k words]

🖤: im so scared this was only supposed to be like 1k words but i cant shut the fuck up ever.

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!

it’s been awhile since you’ve had heeseung linger around your apartment for hours or even days like this. between his time spent with his now ex girlfriend and his professional gaming career, you had rarely seen him. only relying on occasional short lunch meetings or quick coffee runs.

it’s not that his ex disliked you, but more so disliked that you and heeseung happened to be an extremely attractive pair of friends and hated that people would confuse you both as a couple rather than heeseung and her.

you missed your best friend, and it comforted you that he returned those feelings. 

before heeseung had stepped foot into a relationship with his ex, he would spend half of his time at your apartment. especially when he had a competition that was near. 

“are you nervous?” you ask him, watching as he packs little things he left at your apartment into a small suitcase for the gaming league. it was only one city away but these sorts of things take an entire weekend. 

heeseung hums, “i’m confident.” you know he’s not lying either. there’s not much you know about gaming, or specifically, league of legends—but according to your mutual friends, heeseung seems to be a god at the game. yet, he seemed so antsy about something.

“so what are you gonna do about your little pre-competition ritual,” you hope to lighten his mood, easing him of whatever that was on his mind.

“what ritual?”

you clear your throat, “oh, um. your blowjob ritual..?”

the question was asked in a light hearted way, but heeseung didn’t react in such a way at all. the ritual, as you called it, was something heeseung accidentally created a few years ago when he had first gone pro. his situationship at the time gave him head right before he left as a sexy goodluck and a reminder of what he had waiting for him when he got back, but that day he had carried and won the competition for his entire team. 

the next year after that he had gotten with his girlfriend and had shyly asked her to suck him off, to which she agreed and it had officially become a routine for every competition, including smaller, less meaningful ones.

“you okay, hee?” 

“can i ask you something?” he suddenly speaks up, voice way louder than he intended, causing the both of you to cringe at the volume. “s-sorry.. i just need to ask you something.”

you nod slowly, “yeah, anything. is everything okay?”

heeseung thinks for a few moments before speaking again, “it’s a little personal and it’s okay if you are uncomfortable with this and you absolutely do not have to say yes but i need to at least ask you.”

“heeseung just say it.”

“can you give me a blowjob before my competition this weekend?”

your reaction comes in three stages. the both of you stare at each other in silence for about three minutes before you burst out in laughter, which also lasts about three more minutes. but when you see heeseungs panicked expression, you go silent again.

“wait… seriously?” 

heeseung swallows before shaking his head timidly. he debated laughing along with you and passing it off as a complete joke but he felt the need to follow through. the room is silent again. your fingers subconsciously play with the zipper on his suitcase as you think about the question he just proposed to you. 

your best friend, whom you’ve experienced half your life with, just asked you if you could give him head before one of his league of legends competitions.

what was the right answer here?

“you.. you don't have to,” heeseungs heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his chest. why on earth would he ask such a thing to his only female friend? no less, his best friend.

it was a joke. yeah, a joke! oh my god, why would i ask that, you pervert! you should’ve seen your face! you guys joke like this all the time, this is no different. he could totally play this off coolly. 

“it’s fucking stupid, i know. but it seriously helps me and you know she would do it for me everytime.” he begins rambling without even realizing it. the air is so thick you would have to take a chainsaw to it. “y-you aren’t her, yeah, but i don’t know—it genuinely gets me through the competitions.”

heeseung lets out a shaky breath, “just forget it. ignore what i said.”

“well, no heeseung,” you cut him off, “i can’t just forget that you seriously asked me something like that.”

“please don’t make this awkward. you can say no and we can forget this happened.”

you could tell heeseung wanted to rip his tongue out, and to see your best friend this distressed over something so silly made you want to drop everything and get rid of those feelings for him. 

“i mean, i never said no, did i..?” 

heeseung looks up, meeting your gaze with a shocked expression, “what?”

“yeah,” you nod, “it doesn’t hurt to think about it, right? it’s not like you’re asking me to completely fuck you—a blowjob wouldn’t hurt us right? especially if it’s going to help you.”

he blinks. heeseung might think you’re going insane, and he’s the one that asked you for the blowjob. no way you were actually considering this for him.

what did he do in his past life to gain such a supportive, pretty best friend.

“so… you’ll think about it?” your best friend's voice is quiet when he asks, like he’s scared to speak up any louder. “like, seriously?”

“yeah,” nodding your head, you flash him a reassuring smile. agreeing to suck off your friend before his professional video game competition, a totally normal request.

when heeseung leaves your apartment, you immediately cuss yourself out. why the fuck would you practically agree to that? 

but when you think about telling the boy no, your heart cracks. why? you don’t know. but what you do know is that you would rather die than look at his big sad brown eyes when you tell him you can't give him a special blowjob for his special day.

you were no pro at sucking dick, but you were dedicated to this friendship.

heeseung bounced his leg with nervousness and anticipation. you texted him that you were on the way to his hotel, which would’ve been normal and completely fine considering you attend all of his comps, but today was different.

you never answered his question.

he wonders if maybe you forgot about it. he also hopes you didn’t forget. ever since he asked you the big question, heeseung couldn’t get you out of his mind.

every night leading up to today, he’d lie awake staring at his ceiling trying to push every image of you sitting pretty between his legs out of his mind. the feeling of his cock hardening to the thought of you made him want to dive out of the nearest window.

it’s not like he didn’t think you were hot or that the idea of being intimate with you disgusted him, but it’s the fact that he promised to never be like every other guy.

the two of you were very close. from cuddling while watching movies to holding hands in a crowded area to heeseung beating up creepy men at dive bars for you—you both had a tight knit friendship. and he always promised that he would never cross that line. he might be a total loser but he liked to consider himself a gentleman at the same time.

that day, he did. yet you were still attending something that meant the world to him when you could’ve told him to fuck off and die.

four knocks at the door rips heeseung away from his thoughts.

with sweaty hands and knees that felt like jelly, heeseung grips the door knob and opens it, plastering the fakest smile he could muster up. “hey.” did his voice crack? fuck my life. 

“hi!” you hold up two bags filled with a variety of snacks with a large smile on your face, “i brought some stuff for this weekend.”

he clears his throat and steps to the side, letting you enter his hotel room. heeseung averts his gaze to the ceiling as you walk by him, afraid of letting his eyes stay on you–what if he accidentally looks at your ass?

“what time does it start today?” you ask, completely unaware of the emotional distress your male best friend was going through. so nonchalant and unmoving. maybe you did forget afterall. 

heeseung takes a seat at the desk in his hotel room, where he had a temporary p.c. set up in case he needed a practice game. “uhh, it’s at six this time.”

“jeez… you guys won't be leaving until late then.” you glance at the clock and back to him. he has to leave very soon. how do you casually start giving your best friend a blowjob within the next fifteen minutes.

“yeah, you know of all people that these things can go for hours. you’re gonna be there for the last few rounds right?”

you nod, wondering if heeseung could notice the way you’re practically gawking at him. was he always this hot? it’s stupid question when you’re fully aware of how attractive heeseung was and currently is. maybe it was the way he was dressed up for his competition tonight, or the way he leaned back on his hands and spread his legs comfortably. 

the baggy black hoodie that you knew he was wearing by itself with nothing underneath paired with his baggy jeans that sat so perfectly on his hips. you were fully aware that you were checking out your best friend. he’s fucking hot, why else would you agree to do any of this?

you wonder if he’s thought about this as much as you have. is he nervous? is he vocal? how long does it take for him to get hard and how big is he?

“hey,” you don’t know where the confidence is coming from, but you find yourself kneeling in front of him with your hands on his knees, “you’re gonna do great and win this. like you always do. i’ll make sure of it.”

heeseung almost chokes on his own spit when you suddenly slip between his legs, “wha- what are you doing..?”

“did you not want my help? or did you forget?” you ask him, genuine confusion. “i-if you already-”

“no!” heeseung cuts you off, grabbing your hand with his. “i mean, i still do. i just didn’t think you were down.”

you rub your other hand up his thigh, fingers mere centimeters away from his crotch area. so close to where he needs you, yet so far. “of course i am. what good are best friends if they can’t help each other out?”

heeseungs breath hitches when your hand grazes the zipper of his jeans. he lets go of your other hand and you take it as a cue to keep going.

“just let me take care of you, hee.”

and for the first time ever, that nickname made his cock twitch.

just the view he had of you sitting pretty between his thighs, hesitant but still full of confidence as you softly palmed him through his jeans was enough for him to be leaking.

“can i…” you ask quietly, fingers on the button of his jeans. he nods once and gulps as you immediately pop the button open and move to the zipper. it feels like hours before you’re finally pulling his jeans down below his hips. 

you can’t lie and say the bulge of his hardening cock, covered by his calvin kleins, wasn’t making your mouth water. you push his hoodie up slightly, the way your cold fingertips hit his lower stomach as you grab the waistband of his boxers has his stomach tensing under your touch. you let out a small gasp when his cock almost springs out of his boxers.

your best friend is packing. 

heeseung almost chuckles when he catches your reaction. 

“don’t laugh.”

“i’m not.”

“i can see it!” you argue back.

heeseung rolls his eyes, “please just continue.” 

“i won't if you keep up that attitude. you know we have less than fifteen minutes.” you retort after hearing him scoff. 

“i can miss rehearsals.”

“heeseu-”

“god, please let me just fuck your mouth.”

oh my god? were you supposed to be turned on? you bite your lip and look down in his lap, taking his cock in your hand with a soft but firm grip. you lean forward and let spit slowly drip from your mouth as you start pumping him. 

heeseung lets out a quiet groan and you look up at him—wide eyes that are practically asking, is this good? you continue to gently fist his cock, getting him nice and hard before you start using your mouth on his. 

“i hope you win.” is all you say before you kiss his tip and sink your mouth onto him.

the boy is practically seeing stars. you just started and he’s already moaning like a bitch. it felt so good, he can’t rip his gaze from you, watching the way your lips wrap around him tightly and your cheeks hollow out as you literally suck him in. 

“fuck, like that…” his hand finds sanctuary wrapped around your hair, not yet pushing you down on his cock completely, but more so as guidance. 

you let go out his cock with a pop and continue pumping him with your fist, licking the underside of his base as you make direct eye contact. he lets out a groan and lets his head fall back.

“you don’t have to hold back heeseung,” you mumble, but the lust was evident in your tone. “don’t be gentle, this is for you.”

“holy fuck, don’t say that.” you giggle at his response and smile against his tip before taking him back into your mouth. heeseung grips your hair tighter and pushes you further down his cock per your request. he can hear you inhale deeply through your nose as you attempt to take all of him. but of course you can’t. 

you stroke what you can’t fit and let heeseungs hand guide you up and down his cock. he uses all self control to not thrust into your mouth. heeseung hisses through his teeth every time your lips tighten around the tip of his dick, feeling somewhat more sensitive than he usually is. 

a guttural moan rips from his throat when your hand comes up to squeeze his balls, offering a helping hand in making him cum soon. time was ticking. but heeseung did not care whatsoever, especially after that move.

he almost wishes he knew how fucking good you were at giving head before all of this. your mouth was so warm, wet and tight around his cock–he was in heaven. heeseung genuinely thinks this is one of the best blowjobs he’s ever gotten. his hips buck, suddenly pushing his cock deep inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. you cough around his cock in surprise but it only spurs your best friend on.

maybe it was the fact that you’re his best friend. sure, it’s not taboo by any means, but there are lines that are never to be crossed in these sorts of relationships–holy shit, heeseung was on cloud 9. 

“oh my god,” he whines, “you’re so good at this. fuck–god, don’t stop.”

his words, his moans, his whines–they all send tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you can’t deny the throb in your cunt though. 

you continue to squeeze and fondle his balls as you let heeseung completely guide your head deeper onto his cock, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth halfway. your other hand grips his thigh, keeping you stable and relaxed as he abuses your throat with the head of his cock. 

the groan that leaves your mouth when he tugs your hair tighter is accidental, you look up at heeseung. he looks beautiful like this. a pink blush across his cheeks, damp forehead, and hazy eyes. you were surely dripping through your panties now. 

“yeah? you like t-this too, huh?” heeseung spits out. now you’re almost jealous of every woman he’s managed to pull, because fuck did that just turn you on even more. “want me to use your mouth however i want?”

you moan in response, nodding your head. heeseung lets out a long exhale as he shoves your head down his cock again. tears line your eyes and threaten to spill over, trying to relax your throat to take him completely. 

“y-you’re taking me so good, y’know that? so good, baby.”

immediately, your hand that was once on heeseungs thigh is making its way down and into your shorts. you were soaked. 

heeseung lets out another choked moan when he notices your hand in your shorts, circling your clit as you let him fuck your throat. how badly he also wishes you would just take those stupid shorts off and let him see exactly what you’re doing, he yearns to see you play with yourself one day. 

“playing with yourself while you let me use this pretty mouth…” heeseung groans, lifting your head for a mere second before pushing you down his cock again. your hand tightens around his balls and he almost whimpers at the sensation. “you like this just as much, fucking pervert.”

you let out a whine, tears falling down your cheeks, you were already so close.

heeseung gets rougher, guiding your head much faster than before. your lips were burning and there was spit completely covering your other hand. but still, you continue to suck and lick at his cock as if it were your last meal, letting him force his way down your throat. 

“‘m so close. so fucking close.” now you're both whimpering. “fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum soon, baby. keep going, please, hah–you feel so fucking good.”

his words were enough for you to hit your peak, an orgasm washing through your body immediately. you’re squirming and whining, sending vibrations down heeseungs cock. 

“ah, fuck,” he continues to let words fall out of his mouth in the form of broken moans, “y-yeah, ‘ts so good. feels so good.” heeseung suddenly pushes your head all the way down, your nose making contact with the soft hair as the base of his cock, and he cums. 

thick, hot ropes of cum covering the back of your throat. you’re gagging and choking at the full feeling, wanting to pull back so badly, but he doesn’t stop–not until he’s milked dry. 

after what feels like an eternity, he lets go and you pull back, gasping and coughing but swallowing most of his cum in the process. your hands fly to your neck as you massage it and catch your breath.

heeseung on the other hand was breathing heavily. that was the best orgasm he’s ever had.

“holy fuck.”

you look up at the male, who seemed like he was about to pass out, “hee, you have to go.” your voice is raspy and weak. 

“i can’t.” he responds, out of breath. “that was amazing. i can’t move.”

you stand up and pull him up with you, balancing him when he stumbles forward. “seriously, you have to go now.” now you’re putting his cock away for him, he hisses loudly at the feeling but you ignore it and zip up his jeans. “now.”

heeseung sighs and looks down at you, “did you.. get off like that?”

you tighten your lips and nod hesitantly.

“god. god, you’re amazing.” he breathes out, wanting nothing more than to throw you down on the bed and fuck you until he physically cannot. “please, please be here when i get back, i’m literally begging you.”

you nod at him, reassuring him that you’ll be here when he’s done as you usher him out of the hotel room. “i will, hee. just go.” you suppose this is what best friends are for after all.

“and do not show up to the comp tonight or i will be hard the entire fucking time.”

[mattscoquette]

𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. you slowly notice your boyfriend is falling out of love with you

angst !! cursing, mentions of weed, smoking, arguing, glass breaking, kinda toxic!matt, breaking up

2.3k words

are we awake? am i too old to be this stoned?

the small sliver of sunlight that peered through your curtain danced across your face, causing you to stir awake slowly. a hand reached out, only to find the other side of the mattress cold. typical.

it wasn’t long before the strong reek of matt’s weed filled your apartment, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you peered at the clock next to you, the numbers 6:37 a.m. staring back at you.

slowly, you made your way out of bed and out to the balcony, where matt resided, still clad in his pajamas. a rolled joint was held between his pointer and thumb, dark smoke swirling around him.

“are you seriously high already?” you mumbled, sleep still coaxing your voice as you wrapped your arms around your middle as a means to stay warm.

matt simply looked back at you, his usual blue eyes red and bleary. he gave you a small shrug before holding the joint to his lips, inhaling deeply.

“i guess so.”

for goodness sake, i wasn't told you'd be this cold.

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to question if matt still loved you. you’d been together for a year and a half now, and it felt as though he’d only loved you for the first year.

it started small. little remarks you would tend to just brush off.

“you should wear this, it looks better on you.”

“why are you always in a bad mood whenever i’m around?”

but they never bothered you much. matt loved you. and you loved him. that was the way it always was, and you never seemed to think any different.

and matt was so sweet in the beginning. flowers were delivered to your door every week, along with a handwritten letter from him. your meals were always paid for, and you were almost certain you hadn’t touched a door handle for nearly half of the relationship. now, things couldn’t be more different.

when matt started being mean, you never questioned if he still loved you. he was probably having a bad day, or something heavy was weighing on him he just didn’t feel like talking about. it was never a question if he loved you or not.

but lately, you weren’t so sure anymore. it was rare for matt to be kind. he was also so angry and upset, and you couldn’t just seem to understand why. he acted like you were just an afterthought in his mind, a footnote in the story of his life. like you weren’t his girlfriend, like you weren’t his everything, like he always promised you.

you smashed a glass into pieces

that's around the time i left.

you lost count of how many argument you and matt had this week. there was always something. nothing could ever be okay with you both.

it was beginning to feel like matt wasn’t fighting for you relationship anymore. yet here you were, fighting tooth and nail, just for things to be even a little bit like how they used to be. it was an uphill battle, and you were losing.

you were angrily clearing off the table, not caring if neither you nor matt were done eating dinner. you weren’t even sure what this argument was about. something along the lines of matt bending over backwards for you, when you reciprocate nothing in return. although that couldn’t be further from the truth, you tried to listen. you tried to piece together what exactly it was that you did that made your relationship crumble.

“i just don’t get it y/n,” matt retorted as he stood up abruptly, bringing his dishes to the sink and dropping them in with a loud clank, “why is it that i’m doing everything for you, but the second i need something, it’s a big issue?”

you glared at him from you spot by the table, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. you didn’t want to argue anymore. you just wanted your boyfriend back.

he just scoffed as he turned back around, clearly not impressed with your lack of an answer. matt began to scrub the dishes bitterly, almost as if the plate had done something wrong and he was mad at it, as opposed to you.

“i do so much for you, matt.” you mumbled, keeping your head low as you wiped off the table. no matter how much you two argued, you never wanted him to see you cry. “i feel like sometimes you’re the one who can’t be pleased.”

that set him off.

“are you serious-” he began, throwing the plate down in the sink angrily as he turned around to look at you. the glass shattered, the sound piercing through the kitchen as you two fell silent.

it was an accident, you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying more.

you turned to face matt, your eyes red and cheeks blotchy as tears streamed down them. before he could get a word out, you were already announcing that you were going back home.

you said i'm full of diseases

your eyes were full of regret.

it had been a week and a half since matt broke the plate, and things hadn’t gotten any better. if anything, that was the first crack in the glass. matt seemed to be picking an argument all day, looking for anything to make a comment on. no matter what you did, you just couldn’t make him happy.

“can you stop hogging the damn blanket?” matt murmured as he sat next to you on the couch, his arms crossed. he tugged the fabric from your lap to his, shuffling even further away than he was before, his focus returning to the movie playing on the tv.

you looked at his side profile, his demeanor so cold and off putting. where you both used to be cuddled up together under one blanket when watching a movie, now you couldn’t so much as sit too close to him without starting something.

“sorry.” you mumbled faintly. that was starting to become a repeat word in your vocabulary. sorry. you had decided instead of arguing back, you could just be sorry. if matt felt like he was always right, he was sure to love you again the way he used to. how couldn’t he be?

“god, you’re just so annoying sometimes.” he muttered, fixing the blanket once more as his eyes bore holes through you. he watched the way your face fell, a knot twisting in his stomach.

how could he say something so mean to girl he loved so much?

in return, you sighed quietly and shakily, returning your eyes to the tv screen. you’d rather have matt be angry at you everyday than not have him at all.

you used to have a face straight out of a magazine

now you just look like anyone.

for a change, matt suggested you two go out. it was a breath of fresh air for you both. there was almost an unspoken agreement that you two couldn’t be fighting if you were in public. you could each play the part of the happy couple you once were.

you made every effort to look your best. your hair and makeup were done, your outfit perfectly put together after countless hours spent curating it. you took a step back from the mirror, smiling at your reflection. you felt really, really pretty. a small sense of optimism lingered in the air as you made your way down to matt’s car when he said he was at your apartment. he couldn’t possibly ignore you, not when you looked like this.

a small smile played on your glossed lips as you climbed into the car, your floral perfume strong. he offered the faintest of smiles, followed with a small kiss hello. to most girls, they’d be upset if their boyfriend reacted how matt did. they’d want him to compliment them, ruin their makeup. but to you, it was a start. you can’t remember the last time he made you feel how he just did.

the ride to the mall was peaceful. it was filled with small talk, the radio playing softly in the background. the day was just getting started, but you felt hopeful. you felt like today would be a really good day for you and matt, and your relationship was in desperate need of one.

and it was great. it felt almost like what you called “the good times,” the part of your relationship where matt actually felt like your boyfriend. when he actually acted like your boyfriend. he held your hand the entire time you walked through the mall, and carried every single bag for you. at the cash registers, his wallet was out before the total was even displayed on the card reader. the day was almost perfect. almost. the only thing missing was the compliments you craved from matt so badly.

in the good times, it seemed as if every other sentence coming from matt was a compliment. he loved to tell you how much he loved you. at one point, you had even wondered if matt remembered your actual name, because he was always calling you his pretty girl. his.

but today, that seemed to be the only thing lacking. instead, matt’s gaze seemed very preoccupied with the other girls in the mall. his eyes lingered at all of their bodies, the way they would show a little cleavage or expose their midriff. it didn’t take you long to realize the only reason matt was being so kind today was because he could distract himself with other girls who weren’t you.

i just sat in self-pity and cried in the car.

although you and matt had been having problems for as long as you had, you didn’t dare tell anyone. because when you were around friends, you and matt were good at pretending. nobody dared to question your relationship, because there was nothing to question. he seemed to love you the way he always had. it was only behind closed doors when you had problems.

but even though you accepted this was your relationship now, you couldn’t help but remember the good times. it would just hit you out of nowhere, the longing for something that didn’t exist anymore. something that could never be as it was. it was a crushing feeling, really, and the only thing you could do was let it consume you. it would eat at you for days, taking away your appetite and replacing it with a sinking feeling inside of you.

you often found yourself looking back at old pictures and videos, notes from matt and dead flower petals you saved. if you closed your eyes and focused hard enough, sometimes you could still feel the way you used to. you’d be lost in your thoughts, living in a deluded world where you and matt were still happy. one where he had eyes for only you, and made you feel like the most special person in the universe. you could still remember how tight he would hold you every night, how he’d look at you like you hung every star in the sky.

then, the reality would dawn on you that it wasn’t like that anymore. you were mourning a relationship that wasn’t even dead yet.

you played a part, this is how it starts.

as the days, weeks, months passed, you felt more and more detached from your relationship. you were waking up everyday next to someone you couldn’t recognize anymore. the spark you two shared was now put out, embers on the ground dying. he wasn’t the matt you fell in love with anymore.

you had stopped trying. maybe if matt noticed you were slowly fading away, he’d do something. but he didn’t. he never did. the two of you had no energy for anything anymore, your relationship on it’s last limbs.

oh, i just had a change of heart.

matt’s couch was something you’d grown accustom to over the last two years. it was your saving grace when he would push you to the point of no return, when you couldn’t even lay next to him to sleep. as the ceiling stared back at you, you heard small creaks in the floorboard as matt creeped into the living room. he looked a mess, his hair tousled in all different directions, the dark spots under his eyes more prominent than ever.

“can i lay with you?” his voice whispered in the darkness as he stood above you. he clambered in beneath the blankets when you gave a small nod, exhaustion falling over you fast.

he rustled around a bit, finally finding a comfortable position facing you. he studied your face, taking in every detail.

“it’s not working out anymore, is it?” he asked, his voice quiet.

you looked back at him. you watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his chapped lips parted and breathing hitched.

“it’s not.”

you both remained quiet, as if you were soaking in the last moments of your relationship. the same way you try to remember everything about your hotel room when you’re leaving vacation, committing every last minute thing to memory.

you stared back at matt, waiting for him to speak. he opened his mouth to speak, closing it when no words came out. he tried again.

“are we done then?”

you inhaled shakily, your eyes fluttering shut. you nodded, feeling the weight of the world come crashing down on you. two years of your life, over like that. before you could even think about getting up, matt’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

“can…can you just stay with me one more night?” he asked. “i don’t want it to be over just yet.”

you peeled your eyes open, being met with matt’s sad ones. you nodded your head yes, feeling him instantly wrap his arms around your middle, pulling you into his chest. just like how he used to. his head rested atop yours, the rhythmic sound of each other’s breathing lulling you both to sleep.

you would both deal with it tomorrow. you would feel the unbearable feeling of heartbreak in the morning. but for now, you could still both be with one another the way you used to. just one last time.

© mattscoquette | taglist

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ i know i was yapping sm ab needing a break but i wrote this in one sitting yesterday…. also a fanfic to the 1975 is sooo tumblr. pls lmk ur thoughts bc this is very different from what id normally write:) and thank u for 5.1k ! i love u all

[tasteracha]

kinktober - day one

kink: breeding kink with chan

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. talk of birth control. unprotected sex. afab!reader.

the thing is, you don’t even want kids. or at least, not right now, not in the place in life you were. you’re sure that if you ever did end up wanting kids that you would want them with chan though, the most perfect and gentle soul with the perfect balance of sweet and spicy that you would love to see passed down the genetic line. even so, it doesn’t explain why the thought of him spilling inside of you and filling you up to the brim makes you shiver in unabridged desire.

it’s a thought that you’ve kept to yourself until now. for all of his quick jokes and dirty humor, chan is pretty tame in bed - he knows what he likes, what you like, and rarely strays from it. he’s always been willing to try new things, whether it results in the best fuck of your combined lives or with the two of you giggling all over each other, but for some reason this one is different.

it’s only after he’s pulled out two orgasms from you, one with his fingers and the other with his mouth, that you let it slip out right as he’s slipping himself into you. 

“oh, fuck,” you grunt, bearing down on chan’s dick as he bottoms out. “knock me up baby, come on.”

“wait, really?” he stops moving just as he’s almost pulled out, mouth gaped open, leaving your core pulsing around nothing and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. “i just mean, we haven’t talked about it, shouldn’t we get married firs-”

“no not really, i’m on birth control, dumbass,” you raise yourself up, glutes on fire as you try and fuck yourself on his cock, taking the both of your breaths away for a moment. “it’s just really hot to imagine. now fill me up with your babies, please.”

you don’t know if it’s your tone or your words, crude as they were, but his eyes harden just a bit and he slams his hips down with enough force that yours press up against the mattress again, making you see stars. 

“how can i deny you anything when you ask so nicely?” he says, punctuating every other word with a harsh thrust and you for a moment you can’t even remember what he was talking about with the way your thoughts are tangled up.

“you’d give me anything, hmm?” your voice comes out in whisps, your breath utterly taken away by him. 

he gets a bit animalistic then, like he’s trying to get into the mood, to match you on your level at his own pace - which seems to be fast, if the way he’s drilling into you like a jackhammer has anything to say about it. 

“you’re going to look so good with my baby inside of you,” he rubs at your lower belly before pushing down, stimulating you from either side as he continues fucking into you so slowly. he’s finally letting himself lean into it, the logic that he was trying to work around suddenly forgotten in lieu of ramming into you like he would die if he stopped. 

“come on,” you twist your hips a bit, letting him hit new spots within you that send your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “come in me, you can do it baby.”

you know you won’t be able to come again until you feel his release inside of you, costing your walls like a painting. you continue urging him, sweet words in his ears and whispered encouragements that make his arms tighten just a little bit more around you until he comes with a growl. his movements go slack, little aborted thrusts, and he buries his head into your neck just as you come around his length. 

it takes the two of you several moments to come down from your highs, the sound of your panting covering the entire room.

“no!” you cry out almost involuntarily when he moves to pull out, the slightest budge that causes some of the cum inside of you to slip out. your hands grasp at his hips, holding him against you and the movement drives him further inside of you than he had been all night. you shake in oversensitivity, the tiny drag of him against your walls burning so good.

he’s not entirely unaffected either, shown by the way he all but collapses on top of you. he’s covering you completely, his weight on top of you and his softening cock inside of you a comfort. 

“do you think it took?” he massages at your belly, right where his cock was. if you weren’t also as hazy as him, you might have snarked back at him about how it’s very unlikely that it did, but any comment you might have made fizzled out with one look at his dazed face. his eyes were soft, clouded over a bit and he had a small smile on his face as he looked up at you from where his head was resting on your chest. 

kinktober masterlist

[reignpage]

Hi, welcome back! I’m not sure if you consider hc for characters a question. I saw you’ve done favorite position for jjk men, but what about the readers?

I thought maybe some smutty thoughts might be fun to ease back into it, but if it’s not the vibe please ignore. Hope you’ll find back joy in posting here, I definitely missed the little escapism your blog provides. Thank you for all the content🙏🏻

goth!reader: g whiz is what google told me the position is called

basically having her legs over the guy’s shoulder, it’s really good for g-spot stimulation or something, she tried it once and found that it’s the best one for her cause she dislikes being on top or any position where she’s bent unnaturally cause lowkey she’s lazy and she doesn’t want to do any work

receptionist!reader: face-off

straddling the guy on a chair or sofa and facing each other. she likes or will learn to like the intimacy, the way she can touch and see what she she wants, especially having easy access to Geto’s hair. but she likes the other positions too, so it’s not really a big deal for her

art student!reader: pile driver

i’ve had this thought since her creative conception. she’s never tried this move on anyone but choso (or will try with choso) but she’s always been curious since she saw it in a porno once. she loves the power, the humiliation, the non-normativeness of the act and choso complains a lot but he tends to cum pretty hard with this one

gossiper!reader: doggy

she loves getting to make all the dumb faces her body is aching to do without being conscious that toji’ll find it funny or something. she doesn’t like doing the work either and she loves how deep he can get inside and how his balls slap her clit. she just doesn’t want him to know.

physics student!reader: cowgirl

likes having control generally speaking. she’s just had one or two experiences with guys where they’ve just taken what they wanted and left her high and dry (literally). so with cowgirl she can set the pace and grind until she cums and then they can do whatever. but with nanami, what she likes about the cowgirl positions is getting to reward nanami for all his hard work; he can just lay back and be spoiled

prez!reader: doesn’t have a favourite

her mood switches up often, and she rarely ever initiates the sex, it’s more like she gets the horny spark when Sukuna does. she’s always too stressed or busy to think about anything else. it’s more the mood that she’s interested in, is it in public? do they have to be quick? or quiet? are they doing it someplace they shouldn’t? etc etc

[crybabyddl]

Balcony Cigarettes

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: swearing, miscommunication/cluelessness, friends to lovers, kissing, smoking

Author’s Note: I’m at work and this popped into my head. I wish I had a whole story behind this, but I don’t. I was just thinking about the sunsets at the college I went to, and how it would’ve been cool to smoke there. Now I’m here, writing a random thing and making it about a fictional character that I’m in love with. Second Note: I'm home now and really want to publish this, so I'm forcing myself to finish it one way or another. I apologize if that makes it end up sucking, but I just need to get this finished or else it will sit in my drafts for eternity. I'm considering just posting what I have in my drafts even if they're unfinished because I have like, 80 drafts and I think at least 70 of them are actual pieces of writing and I feel selfish holding onto them bc some of them are not too bad. Most of them are from 2021, but that was when I was writing like a fiend and had a bunch of motivation, so they might not be terrible, probably a tad cringey though.

—

God, what you wouldn’t do to be smoking a cigarette right now…

Almost as if the universe heard you, the sliding door of the balcony swishes and shuts. Without needing to look, you know it’s Eddie—the sound of heavy bootsteps tipping you off.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks softly, just shy of mumbling. He mirrors you as he rests his elbows along the railing.

“Not at all,” you keep your head forward, too entranced by the flow of cars passing by on the streets below. “By any chance, do you have a pack of ciggies on you?”

Eddie can’t help but laugh.

“What kind of question is that?” His tone is lighthearted, but not energetic enough to disrupt the mood. It was a stupid question, Eddie was rarely ever seen without a cigarette between his lips.

He fishes a half-used box of Newports and a lighter out of his pocket. You turn to watch as he pulls two cigarettes out of the pack, putting both between his lips. You feel the corners of your mouth turn upwards as he brings the lighter closer, igniting your vices before handing one to you. You take the cigarette from between his index and middle fingers.

From the first inhale, you can feel the menthol working its magic. It wasn’t something you did often—smoking. You knew it was a nasty habit, but you figured if this was the worst thing you did tonight, you’d be okay with that.

“Do you ever miss Shores Hollow?” Eddie poses the question casually, but it still causes the nervous pit in your stomach to sink like a stone.

“All the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here,” you take another drag. “But nothing compares to those sunsets.”

It’s silent between the two of you as you finish your cigarettes, getting lost in the swirls of smoke that float around you. The logical part of your brain blames the cigarette for the uneasy feeling that starts to reside in your stomach and leaves pitter-pattering knocks on your temples, but the sentimental part of you wins and blames it on the man keeping you company.

You dare to look over at the culprit of your mixed feelings, his eyes fixated on the cloudy night sky. You want to say something, you want him to say something, but no words seem to fit in this moment. It’s like torture—having the one thing, the one person you want the most right in front of you, in addition to the weighted memories that come along for the ride, but it’s all just out of your grasp.

Your lips part, no ammunition loaded on your tongue. Eddie’s head turns rather quickly, as if he too was waiting for you to say something. He’s staring at you through windows of deep brown, like a wooded forest just before snowfall. You wish you knew what was making his mind turn, because the hopeless romantic in you looks into his eyes and reads

Tell me you want me the way I want you.

It’s too much of a risk to interpret a simple look in such a way. Maybe if you were a more confident person, you’d be willing to take that risk. But you’re not, and it seems neither is Eddie. He’s turning on his heel to leave, dropping his cigarette butt into the ashtray that sits near the folding chairs along the exterior wall. You realize this is the last time you’ll ever see him if you don’t do something, anything.

“Eddie,"

His name is all you can force yourself to say, but it’s enough. He turns around and something about the look in your eyes lets him know you need him to come back over, so he returns to his previous position, at your side, leaning over the railing.

Another minute of silence is shared between the two of you, and throughout its duration, your mind is plagued with the possible outcomes of all the different things you could utter to the patient man beside you. Just when you felt your brain was about to explode, you mentally scream fuck it and decide to express what you’ve wanted to for the past couple months.

"Please stay here."

It wasn't exactly what you were trying to convey, but it didn't fully matter. It seemed as though Eddie understood, or at least to the best of his ability--he wasn't a mind reader.

"I'm here." his voice was soft, reassuring.

He places his hand over top of yours, an unexpected gesture you welcomed fully--albeit flustered.

"I really need to get better at articulating my thoughts." you were thinking out loud, but it was something Eddie deserved to know as well.

"Is there any way I can help you with that?"

"Maybe."

Eddie looked down, taking both of your hands in his now, giving them a comforting squeeze.

"Is what's on your mind something recent, or is it a thought you've had for a while that you've been holding onto?"

"The second one."

"Okay, that's a start," the smile that graces his features burns your insides like a shot of whiskey. How was it even possible for one man to be so effortlessly attractive? "Is it something you specifically wanted to tell me?"

You nod.

"Well, that makes this a lot more interesting. And to think I almost went back inside!"

You smile sheepishly, thankful that there were no bright lights to illuminate the redness of your cheeks.

"Hmm. Is it something positive or negative?"

"Uh, I think that would be dependent upon you."

"Well shit, Y/N. At this point you've gotta just tell me."

"Fucking hell," you whine. "Fine. But you can't hold it against me."

"No promises."

"I think I'm falling for you."

"Oh."

Eddie's face is pale, but his expression isn't one you can decipher. He's still looking at you, and as much as you wanted to tear your eyes away, look anywhere else but in his beautiful brown eyes, you were frozen. It wouldn't matter if you ran inside, you uttered the words out loud and he heard them--there was no coming back from this.

"Yeah." It was all you could offer, too scared to make excuses for making things unbelievably awkward.

"How long?"

"Hmm?"

"How long have you been feeling this way?"

That wasn't the direction you expected the conversation to go, not that you expected the conversation to even continue.

"A month... or two."

Eddie's quiet. You realize you probably just freaked him the fuck out and he was most likely planning his escape route, despite his only options being to walk through a door or jump from a third story balcony.

"I'd say you're pretty lucky. I've been going on five months."

Huh?

"Huh?" Your confusion was the first thought you didn't worry about expressing the entire conversation.

"I've been thinking the same thing about you for five months."

"Really?"

"Mmhm." he nods. Eddie was hardly ever one to be shy--seeing him like this was cute.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Probably for the same reason you didn't."

Fair enough.

"Now what?" you asked, not sure what to do with your hands, your face, or any part of you.

"I'm not sure. We could just stay here and take in our surroundings, or we could go back to my place and make out-"

"That one. The second one."

"Someone's eager."

"You don't seem eager enough!"

"I've had a lot of time to learn how to be patient. Five months to be exact."

"You say that like it's my fault!"

"Maybe it is! It's not like I was being subtle, I flirted with you every chance I got! I figured you were just too scared to flat-out reject me."

"You flirted with me?"

"A million times!"

"You're joking."

"Dead serious."

"When?"

"Remember your birthday party?"

"Yeah...?"

"I literally told you that you looked sexy!"

"I figured that was just 'cause I was the birthday girl!"

"Then explain why I called you a few weeks ago and told you all about this girl I couldn't get off my mind, and literally just described you!"

"You were talking about me?"

"Oh my god, Y/N! Seriously?"

"Well unless you say it's me, I'm not going to assume you're talking about me!"

"Jesus Christ. Okay, what about the time I brought you flowers at work?"

"Those were from you?"

"Uh, yes. I literally handed them to you!"

"I figured you intercepted the delivery guy and that they were from my parents! My mom texted me earlier that day and asked me if I had decorated my apartment yet, so I just assumed that she sent me flowers so I'd have something to put on the kitchen table."

"Just my luck, honestly."

"Maybe you should've left a note."

"God damn it," Eddie slapped his forehead with his palm. "What about when your car broke down and we had to stop in that diner and the waitress told us we were such a cute couple and she gave us free coffee while we waited for the tow truck?"

"What about that?"

"We played along! I gave you a kiss on the cheek and everything! Friends don't do that, Y/N!"

"They do when a sweet old lady gives you free coffee and you don't want to break her heart!"

"Okay this is getting ridiculous. Clearly, we misread some things, but now we know we both feel the same way. You like me, I like you, right?"

"Right."

"So can I kiss you, on the lips?"

"Please."

Eddie took a swift step forward, his hands reaching and grabbing either side of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he brought his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate, fervent with all the emotions the two of you had been withholding from one another for far too long.

You separated after a moment, looking at one another with blown out pupils, blushed faces, and a newfound tenderness that cleared away any doubt that threatened to tear you apart.

--

sorry the second half of this lowkey sucks. I just kinda ran with it. Sorry again.

[hemmingshouse]

you’re not my pizza / chris sturniolo

summary: chris had always felt a hatred towards you ever since you two met. little did you know that after your outburst he would finally come to his senses.

warnings: enemies to lovers (sorta?), cursing, yelling, angst, sappy!chris

pt. 2

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“this is what i told you all about!” you exclaimed happily as you finally found the tiktok you’d been searching for ever since you stepped foot into the sturniolo house hold. you found a tiktok trend you thought the boys would love to do and made it your mission to find the video to show them. “it’s gonna be so fuckin’ funny.”

chris was sat across from you at the kitchen island whilst matt and nick were on both sides of you. you straightened your arms so the two brothers were able to see what was going on. when you three giggled it caused chris to roll his eyes, shaking his head as he internally told himself to shut up instead of making a snarky remark about how annoying you and your unhealthy tiktok obsession were. you slid your phone towards chris with some hesitation, the guy never really checking the video your tiktok played on repeat.

“nah, i feel like we could actually nail that,” matt chuckled as he watched his younger brother, nick wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he patted your head in an agreement to matt’s statement. “chris? are you in?”

the youngest of three looked up from where he was texting away on his phone, unbothered with what you all just talked about and the way the video played on a loop right in front of him. he sighed, “if this is about that stupid tiktok idea of hers, i’m not doing it.”

nick scoffed and raised his eyebrows, “excuse you?” he started as he sat up straight, “drop that attitude motherfucker, at least she’s coming up with ideas whilst you’re sitting here doing absolutely nothing.”

it had always been easy getting along with matt and nick ever since you met them. you met nick in the local park nearby your house when he struggled to get the right angle for his new pictures and asked you to help him out. when you showed him the ones you took, he swore on his life that nobody besides you or his two brothers could take his instagram pictures.

matt showed you around the neighbourhood the first time he hung out with you after nick had told him you moved down from boston to la to persue your art career and didn’t really know anybody just yet. he drove you around, loving the way you two bonded over your love for root beers and pepperoni pizza. matt always found it fascinating to hear your stories about boston because your lives were so similar yet so different. it was crazy how you only lived in the same state and only a few blocks down the road from the sturniolo household, but never crossed paths once.

chris, on the other hand, was another story. because matt and nick took so much interest in their newest friend and tried to build up a good and healthy friendship with you, they sometimes spent less time with chris. he always declined tagging along in the beginning, being satisfied with the alone time and how quiet the house was without his two brothers, but when they started to bring you to their house he switched moods instantly.

you weren’t really sure why chris despised you as much as he did. you often let the boys be and did your own thing, yet chris was always nagging about how his brothers rarely ever spent time with him anymore. you tried to bail out of today as well as the previous time, but matt was already in your driveway to pick you up when you tried to cancel.

it was times like these where you weren’t fazed with anything chris had to say. somehow and some way, that kid always tried to get under your skin and you always let him because you were scared his brothers were going to pick his side and drop you instantly.

but this time, you’ve had enough. you narrowed your eyes at chris as he looked almost proud of himself for spitting out another nasty remark. you ticked your head to the side before speaking up. “you’ve been yapping all fucking day and running your mouth, yet you fail to come up with something that actually makes sense? or something that’s gonna benefit you and your brothers. don’t fucking talk to me like that.”

matt’s mouth dropped and nick let out a yell at your comeback, slapping his hands over his mouth as he looked back and forth between you and chris. the smirk on chris’s lips turned into a thin line, his fingers creating a dent into the pepsi can he was currently holding because of how infuriated you got him by running your mouth.

“what the fuck was that?” he spoke up, eyebrows raised cockily as he leaned forward onto the marble kitchen island. “didn’t you learn to be quiet when it’s not your turn to talk?”

nick was gonna shut his brother’s behaviour down by stepping in and getting a word in, but you shot him a quick look not to. you turned your head back to meet a cold gaze, grin dancing on chris’s lips. “didn’t you learn to say thank you when someone tries to sort out your shit? you’re a fucking asshole and quite frankly, i’m fucking done with how you’re treating me.”

you stepped down from the high bar stool and grabbed your phone off the counter from where matt placed it back in front of you after saving the tiktok video you spent ages searching for after chris didn’t take a single look at it.

“y/n..” matt spoke up quietly, grasping your hand in his when you tried to reach for your house keys. “i’m sorry he’s such a shitface. please stay?”

“he can never help but be an egocentric little shithead when he doesn’t get his way,” nick spoke up disappointingly, running a hand through his hair as he took a look at their youngest brother. “i can’t believe your pathetic ass.”

you shook your head and sent matt an apologetic smile, squeezing his hand quickly before reaching for your purse that hugh from the bar stool. “i was never gonna get through his thick skull to begin with.”

“oh look, she’s walking away from confrontation again!” chris exclaimed as he shook his head in disbelief and sat back in his chair. he earned a smack on the back of the head from nick and a middle finger and deep, disappointed sigh from matt.

“luckily for you, i won’t ever step a foot into this house when you’re in it. you fucking win, christopher. i can’t be fucked with your bullshit anymore.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

it must’ve been a week and a few days since you left the sturniolo household in a rush to get to your uber before anyone noticed you were sobbing your eyes sore on the way out. matt offered to drive you home, but you didn’t want him to get into a fight with chris for choosing your side.

you hated the way chris put you down every time, the way his face would scrunch up in pure disgust whenever you’d say or do something he wasn’t a fan off. you couldn’t brush it off anymore, it had gotten too much.

you just submitted an essay for your art course and decided you’d order yourself a pizza and watch a few episodes of your favourite show to try and relax a little. his words were glued inside your brain and it was hard to not think about them, they truly broke your heart. finding comfort in your favourite food and show seemed like a good thing right now.

matt and nick profusely apologised for their brother’s behaviour. matt had told you they both wouldn’t speak to him until chris came to his senses and would apologise to you. both of you were aware that was a big thing because he despised your guts - why would he ever apologise?

nick was on another level. he had ditched every single plan he and chris made the past few days, just so his brother was able to feel what it felt like to be downgraded the way he did with you. nick’s stubbornness surely made you feel a bit better, but it made you feel a bit torn. even if chris was a major asshole to you, you didn’t want the bond he had with his brothers to get abandoned because of you.

a knock on the stoor caused you to slip out of the trance you were in. you sighed softly and put yourself together before walking towards your front door to collect your doughy pepperoni pizza.

you swung the door open and plastered the smallest smile on your face, one that immediately fell when you saw him standing in the door frame. a sigh fell from your mouth, not wanting to deal with his shit right now. “you’re not my pizza.”

chris bit the inside of his cheek, knowing you were going to get grumpy when he interrupted your peaceful evening. “uhm- no- i’m not no,” he coughed, shaking his head. “hey uhm- i felt the need to apologise.”

you narrowed your eyes, “is that because you’re actually sorry or because you want your brothers to treat you normally again?” you asked him sternly, noticing how his hands slid into the pockets of his black joggers as he rocked back and forth onto his feet.

“i acted like an asshole,” he stated with a nod, “i’ve- like always been an asshole towards you and i’m truly sorry for making you feel the way i always did,” chris spoke softly, “look y/n- we’re so similiar in too many ways and i- i don’t know, it’s just scary to think i’m replaceable.”

“have you been practicing this in the mirror or something? it’s coming out a lil’ too rehearsed,” you yold him seriously, although there was the slightest teasing hint in your voice. “what do you mean by too similar?”

chris was surprised when you stepped out of the way to let him into your apartment, clearing his throat as he took off his converse near the front door. “we share the same interests, have the same fucked up sense of humour and we always yap everyone’s ears off,” he rambled on as you lead him towards the living room, “whenever- i’m- when you’d be at our place i’d always feel a bit left out,” he scratched the back of his neck, “you’re such a fun person to be around and- i don’t know, it felt like matt and nick chose you over me sometimes. i know that’s not your fault at all now, but i took it out on you because that- fuck- that was just the easiest way to deal with it.”

his words caused your heart to break a little. the frown on his face, scrunched up eyebrows and a hurtful look in his eyes made you feel so guilty for being so unaware of this all. you sat him down on the couch, clearing your throat.

“i’m so sorry you feel that way, chris,” you spoke softly, fiddling with the ring in your middle finger, “that was never my intention to begin with. i always hung out with y’all because i found you interesting - like matt and nick always told me we’d get along so well and i find it sad we never truly got around to actually hanging out because you always brushed me off so fucking hard.”

the brunette nodded his head, “i know,” he agreed, “i now know i should’ve gotten to know you before i came to a conclusion. i feel so stupid and i’m so so sorry, i can’t begin to understand how fucked up i made you feel.”

the way he was nervously fidgeting with the material of his joggers and how he ran his hand through his hair three times in the past minute made you realise that he couldn’t be more genuine than he was right now. you made a mental note to thank matt and nick for putting some sense into him as well, but the anxious boy on your couch was now your main priority.

“it’s alright chris,” you smiled softly as you reached forward to brush your thumb across his knuckles in a hope it would calm him down slightly, “thanks for apologising and coming here to explain yourself.”

he chuckled, “matt and nick not talking to me made me think about every encounter we had and i must say - i was kinda proud of you for sticking up for yourself last week.”

it caused you to let out a laugh before chris hesitantly turned his hand so your palms lay flat against each other’s. you were able to see he was trying to figure out if what he was doing was too much or not, so you took it upon yourself to tangle your fingers together with his. “really?” you shook your head with a smile, “was about damn time i scolded at your for being a fucking dick.”

chris laughed and nodded his head in agreement, softly brushing a thumb across your knuckles as a soft rosy blush spread onto his cheeks. you figured it was because you had never been this close before - this being the first time he actually felt physical contact from you. it caused a tingle to run up your spine as chris watched your every move.

chris found it important to read your body language to know if he was crossing the line with you - this new type of friendship making him wonder if it was okay for him to grab your hand or pull you in a friendly hug. he had never found himself wondering what it would be like to be this close to you, your breath fanning his lips and his knee brushing your bare one.

“i’m happy you did,” he spoke up, voice quiet, “we wouldn’t have been here if you didn’t.”

the way your eyes were darting back and forth between his lips and his eyes made your heartbeat race faster than you could ever recall. you weren’t sure why you suddenly felt so fucking attracted to him, but chris showing his vulnerable side must have ignited something in you.

his free hand reached upwards to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, fingertips softly grazing your cheek. you leaned into his touch while keeping eye contact with him, noticing how he hesitantly started leaning in a bit more. “you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, hand sliding down to cup your jaw and a thumb running across your soft lips.

you let out a shaky sigh, feeling yourself get worked up with the way chris was holding your face and keeping eye contract throughout it all. it felt surreal to have him this close after all you two encountered, but it also felt extremely good to let go of the hatred you felt for him - ready to have so many other feelings towards the youngest sturniolo.

“if you want me to stop, i suggest you do it now,” he inhaled sharply, “i don’t know if i can stop after i start.”

his words caused your head to spin as his free hand now cupped the other side of your jaw, thumbs resting on your cheeks. you closed your eyes for a few seconds before you looked at him again, “i don’t want you to stop, chris.”

the way you finally called him by his nickname more than once today made him feel all giddy inside as you usually only called him christopher or the occasional motherfucker when you were pissed at him.

he quickly licked his lips as he felt your fingers curl around his wrists, nose lightly nudging yours to test the waters slightly. when he noticed your breath hitch in your throat, chris knew you wanted it as much as he did.

his lips brushed yours every so slightly, loving the way your lip balm slightly got smudged because of his actions. chris was about to deepen the kiss by fully pressing his lips to yours, but got rudely interrupted when the doorbell rang.

he let out a groan and it caused you to giggle, still holding onto his wrists. “i reckon you’re staying over for dinner then?”



✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

do we do a smutty part two? ;)

[holylulusworld]

A very Lloyd Christmas

Summary: Lloyd is Lloyd, even during Christmas.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Warnings: Christmas mood, language, fluff, naughty Lloyd, pregnant reader

Catch up here: Flowery peace offering

“A little to the left, Lloyd,” you say while your boyfriend tries to put up another Christmas decoration. You’re six months pregnant, and he won’t allow you to lift a finger. “Yes, that’s perfect.” You clap your hands and smile. “You’re getting better.”

“I’m the master in decorating,” Lloyd purrs. He stalks toward you to grab you by your waist. You giggle when he dips you low to give you the perfect movie kiss. “…and kissing my girl.”

“Lloyd,” you squeal and giggle. “We have a lot more on our plate. You must put the tree up. I must decorate it. Pushing against his shoulders, you try to make him stop. “LLOYD!”

“Later,” he purrs against your lips, “I’ll devour your mouth and your pretty pussy. Lloyd Jr. will get some company…”

“Lloyd,” you huff and slap his shoulders. “That sounded wrong on so many levels!”

He smirks before nuzzling your cheek. “Cupcake, I was joking. I won’t share your pretty pussy with anyone. Never.”

You groan loudly. Lloyd was always possessive when it came to you. It only got worse when he found out that you were expecting his child.

“Now my sweet Muffin will sit on the couch and have warm tea. I’ll bring the tree inside and put it up for you.” Lloyd kisses your cheek, making you giggle even harder. “If you tell anyone I decorated the house, you’ll get your cute ass spanked.”

Lloyd grunts, dragging the huge Christmas tree inside the house. “Move, you little bastard. I saved you from that Cat Lady’s greedy hands. You better cooperate, or I’ll break you into two halves.”

You giggle. Lloyd is fighting with a tree, only for you. He’s still a Grinch when it comes to Christmas, decorations, or gifts, but he makes an exception for you. Only for you.

“There you go, bastard,” Lloyd put his hands on his hips, towering over the tree. The green beauty lies on the ground, waiting for Lloyd to put it up. “Wait for it. I’ll put you up and decorate you. Give up, or you’ll suffer.”

“Lloyd, stop threatening our Christmas tree,” you warn. “We don’t want it to die and turn brown because you threaten it.”

“Muffin, I only tried to tame the tree. I’ve got this.” He grunts when lifting the tree to put it into the tree stand. “Fuck, it doesn’t fit.”

You snort, a rare gleam of mischief in your eyes. “That’s what I said the first time you tried to put it in too.” 

Lloyd snickers at your words. “I remember Cupcake. You whined and told me it won’t fit.” He looks at you, hunger in his eyes. “I made it fit, though.”

“Lloyd, the tree,” you say to stop him from getting naughty. “No funny business until you put it up.”

He grins. “Oh, baby, let me put it up…” Lloyd wiggles his eyebrows. “I’ll put it up so good, you’ll scream my name in no time.”

You put your hands on your belly, slowly rubbing it. “Not before the Christmas tree is finished, Mr. Hansen.”

“Oh, you’re playing hard to get,” he half-laughs. “Fine, I’ll take care of the tree first.” Lloyd tries to put the tree up again, only to fail. “It’s too big.”

You giggle again.

Lloyd huffs. “Muffin, that’s not funny. It’s too big and won’t fit. I need to cut it. Let me bring it back outside and get the chainsaw.”

“Why can’t you do it inside the house? It’s cold outside, and you’ll freeze,” you sniffle. “I don’t want you to freeze.”

“Cupcake, I love you, but that was the dumbest thing you ever said.”

“Hey!” You grunt. “I was worried about you.”

“—and I love you for it, but cutting the tree inside the house, using a chainsaw, means the house will look like a battlefield. And it will stink.”

“Okay,” you sigh deeply. “But be careful. I don’t want you to lose a pinky or something.” You point at his hands. “You know I love your hands.”

He grins like the pervert he is. “’Cause you love my hands, baby doll. All over your body, inside of it, slapping your ass.”

“Lloyd, the tree!”

“On its way…”

“I think this looks great.” You walk around the tree, inspecting Lloyd’s work. “I like the colors, and the lights are pretty.” You take a closer look at one of the ornaments, choking on your spit. “What is that?”

“What is it, Cupcake?” Lloyd tries to sound innocent, knowing all too well what you’re talking about. He dips his head to watch you point at the ornament. “Oh, I bought it. It’s new.”

“That’s a dick!” You huff. “Lloyd, why is there a dick on my tree?”

“Because if it was inside the tree, it’d be kinky,” he replies with a straight face. “It makes the tree look manlier.”

“Lloyd, it’s a dick!” You try to argue, but snort instead. It’s a cute little dick, with tiny balls dangling from your tree.

“If you find them all,” he says and cups his crotch, “you’ll get the real one…”

Tags in reblog.

[littlesunshine1223]

Hey, I was wondering if you can do hcs on Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, and Tatum Riley? :)

Billy Loomis/Stu Macher Headcanons

[Sorry I’m not used to writing for Tatum]

Billy Loomis

SFW

- no matter how tough he acts all you have to do to drop that act is to kiss him and play with his hair

- some days most of the time he’s worried that you’re going to leave him for someone new

- he loves cuddles and watching horror movies with you while eating junk food

- if anyone hurts you or is making stupid hurtful side comments then their bodies will never be found

- will rarely do PDA in public unless he gets jealous from all the random people staring at you while you’re both just trying to buy snacks

- loves cuddles and another thing he’ll never admit till the day he dies is that he absolutely loves being the small spoon

- he always sneaks into your room through your window just so he can tell you in person that he loves you

- for Halloween you always try to talk him into wearing the couples costumes, he secretly enjoys them but will never admit it

- if you find out he’s Ghostface then his tough guy act will crumble and he’ll beg you to not tell anyone or leave him

- if you don’t know he’s Ghostface then he’ll just use the excuse of Stu needed something or he had to go see what his dad wanted back at home

NSFW

- sometimes if he’s really in the mood while watching a movie then he’ll recreate the classic horror movie sex scene with you

- wanna get noises from him? Praise him, ride him till he’s shooting blanks, and to put the cherry on top cover him in hickeys

- more than likely he loves having the sense of control but if you want to take the lead for a night then he might let you

- we all already know what some of his kinks are: Knife kink, blood kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, hair pulling, and edging

- he will try to act like a brat no matter what but all you have to do is go down on him and suck out all the brat in him

- he’s a messy eater ;)

- he’s gotten cum-drunk from you numerous times and has the prettiest blissed out eyes as he babbles about how good you taste

- if he got a little roughed up after killing someone then he will love you more than ever if you kiss his bandages wounds and bruises while slowly and gently riding him

- one thing that melts his mind is whenever he sees you wearing his Ghostface mask and jacking him off after he first wakes up in the mornings

- if it’s your first time then he’ll be careful with you and hold your hand the whole time

Stu Macher

SFW

- he’s a massive cuddle bug and PDA happens all the time just because he has a lot of love to give you

- Just like Billy he loves to cuddle with you and watch horror movies while eating as much junk food as possible

- he absolutely adores when you yelp and snuggle closer to him when you get scared during a movie

- he loves to sneak in through your window and snuggle up to you, whining about how you need to warm him up because it’s cold out

- one night he showed up later than usual after you had already locked the window and magically that next morning you woke up to him starfished on top of you in bed (he refuses to tell you how he got in)

- if someone’s causing you problems then they randomly disappear the next day, never to be seen or heard from again

- he’s the human version of a golden retriever, he’ll do what you tell him, he’s adores affection, and he follows you around as your protector in case something goes bad

- he “accidentally” leaves his sweaters at your house for you to wear

- if you know he’s Ghostface then he’ll wrap his long arms and legs around you and give you the puppy dog eyes while begging for you not to leave him

- if you don’t know he’s Ghostface then he’ll keep it like that for as long as possible because he doesn’t know how you’d react

NSFW

- he loves when you ride him, something about it just melts his brain

- he loves to cover you in hickeys and pin you to the bed just to tease you

- just like Billy, he’s a messy eater too ;)

- one of his favorite things is when you’re shivering in pleasure beneath him after he just railed you into his mattress

- depending on his mood he might act like a brat or he’ll submit to everything you say (there’s no in between)

- if he’s been teasing you too much then pin him to the bed and ride/rail him till he’s sobbing in pleasure and babbling for more

- he has invited Billy to have a three way (after making sure you’re comfortable with that)

- the more you overstim him the louder he gets

- a great way to get him to make noise is by dirty talking him, spanking him, praising him, and wearing his Ghostface mask while doing all of that

- if it’s your first time then he’ll make sure to stretch you all the way out and use extra lube in case you’re very sensitive

[norman-fucking-reedus]

NORMAN FUCKING REEDUS

ENJOY THE THINGS I WROTE DURING MY TIME HERE!

MY WORKS

sweet - ❤️ spicy - ❤️‍🔥 sad - ❤️‍🩹

ONESHOTS & BLURBS ↓

BREEDING KINK ❤️‍🔥

MOTORCYCLE SEX❤️‍🔥

PANTY SNIFFING KINK❤️‍🔥

CREAMPIES❤️‍🔥

POST-ORGASM CRIER❤️‍🔥

TIT FUCKING KINK❤️‍🔥

DARYL W A DICK PIERCING ❤️‍🔥

ORGASM KINK❤️‍🔥

PRAISE KINK❤️❤️‍🔥

DYING WITH DARYL ❤️‍🩹

SAD DARYL ❤️❤️‍🩹

SLEEPY DARYL❤️❤️‍🩹

MINI STORIES ↓

GROWN UPS ❤️‍🔥

ON YOUR KNEES ❤️‍🔥

THIGH RIDING❤️‍🔥

THIGH FUCKING❤️‍🔥

NEW CROSSBOW❤️

STAINED RED (VALENTINES DAY)❤️❤️‍🔥

ORAL FIXATION (REUPLOADED)❤️‍🔥

ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION ❤️❤️‍🔥

BUSY BEE ❤️‍🔥

DARYL WORSHIPS YOU❤️❤️‍🔥

VIRGIN DARYL❤️‍🔥

MAMAS BOY❤️❤️‍🩹

SWEET LITTLE SINNER ❤️‍🔥

ITS JUST A BODY OF YEARS ❤️‍🩹❤️❤️‍🔥

SERIES ↓

GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

MORE GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

MORE MORE GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

CHILDISH DARYL ❤️

MORE CHILDISH DARYL❤️

HE ATE MY HEART (vamp!daryl) ❤️‍🔥

MOOD BOARDS ↓

FEM JUDAS (Moodboard)❤️

ONESHOTS & BLURBS ↓

SCUD HEADCANONS ❤️‍🔥

MORE SCUD HEADCANONS ❤️‍🔥

PEGGING SCUD❤️‍🔥

BOTTOM SCUD (Male Reader) ❤️‍🔥

BOOB GUY SCUD❤️‍🔥

MINI STORIES ↓

SCUD ‘BORROWING’ YOUR STRAP ❤️‍🔥

SCUD RIDING YOUR STRAP ❤️❤️‍🔥

LIGHTS CAMERA ACTION ❤️‍🔥

STORIES ↓

THE NEW GIRL ❤️❤️‍🔥

☆- Beginner x reader writer, professional smut writer

☆- I’m a black writer, so I tend to keep my work’s appearance neutral, however I can write for everyone!

☆- Don’t you come on my blog with no bs at yo ole big ass age.. I do and will argue tf back cause this is my page, these are my thoughts, and if you don’t like it kindly take yours somewhere else cause im not the one🙃

☆- This is a Daryl/Norman centered page due to the serious brain rot I have.

☆- I will NOT write about the following:

Rape/SA

Domestic abuse/any type of abuse (unless its in the past)

Child porn as in the reader barely pushing 18 and Daryl’s like 56.

If i ever write about virgins it won’t be some innocent little girl act cause thats just really weird dawg

Piss kinks…

I want to do insanely whoreish things to that man, I’m willing to write about everything else.

☆- Daryl is definitely a switch, so my works vary from submissive to dominant.

☆- Very rarely will I use “Y/n” in my works. Not only because I literally read it as Yn, I feel like Daryl is a hardcore petname giver and would rarely call you by your name.

[anaconamor]

day in the life w bf!jude but your sick and not well/feeling so down. jude being all caring and protecting while you are mentally drained and hurt (like my throat LMAO) he’s all taking care of you and immediately on bf protection mode. when you wake up, to when you’re both out, to when you’re both visiting his moms, showering, to when it’s time for bed . then before bed he’s holding you so comfortably, endlessly asking if your okay or if you need anything or to take your thoughts on the pain away, asking you want to watch something w him?

would be the biggest and softest bf ever :(( NEED HIM NOW 😔😔

it was strange to jude you hadn’t woken up early, in the kitchen either on your online class or making your gifted smoothies. it was almost 11am when jude returned from his morning run, walking into your shared room where your were completely tucked in your sheets, head barely peaking as you slept.

jude frowned, walking quietly and sitting on the bed, where you didn’t budge. “y/n? darling? you okay?” he whispered, brushing his fingers on your cheek and tucking your messy and all over the place hair back. you groaned turning away from him, ducking under the covers, “let me sleep! it’s so early jude!” you complain.

“it’s almost 11:30 love…” jude reclaimed, running his hand and massaging the middle of your bare back. “so? still early…” you tried to defend but ended up sneezing and sniffling. “are you sick?” asked jude, immediately opening your night desk drawer and looking for cold and flu pills. it explained your mood and tiredness.

“shh stop talking… my head hurts really bad jude,” you whined, covering your ears. you hated being sick, and it was super rare when you did. though when you were, it was the worst. constant headaches, runny nose all day, congested nose and throat, and body chills, aches all over, which made it hard to do anything. “sit up for me, i have some medicine,” jude ordered listening to your protest but doing as he said.

he opened the bottled water, placing the 2 pills in your mouth and helping you so the water wouldn’t fall or spill. your eyes remained closed, knowing the light would cause more pain. jude gently rubbed your eyes, and brought you to his chest. “promise you, you’ll feel better soon…” he placed a kiss on your temple, rubbing the sides of your arms, “especially if you take a hot bath and eat something.”

“i’m not hungry,” you dismissed shaking your head, “i know but the medicine won’t have any affect if you have no food here,” jude tickled your tummy hearing you let out a small giggle. “drink more water,” he helped you again, seeing as you almost drank it all. “cmon i have to shower too, i’ll help you baby,” he picked and helped you to the bath.

jude softly scrubbed your skin and washed your hair, paying close attention to you being soft with his movements. he loved to take care of you, returning the affection especially when you did it to him after his games or long travels. he massaged your back and neck, feeling the tension go away after. “it feels so nice jude,” you praise, wanting to return the favor but he wouldn’t allow you, saying he didn’t want you to lift a finger.

jude then also helped with your hair care and skincare, knowing you would cause a fuss if you didn’t at least have any moisturizer on. helping you change into some loose and comfortable clothes after rubbing your skin with lotion. “do you want some herbal tea your mom brought us? it will make you be able to digest some food and clear your sinus?” jude spoke softly, seeing as you nodded.

while he prepared and made some soup, he brought you a warm blanket and your tea, setting it down along with some cookies, and antibiotics incase you had an infection or virus. “do you need any help?” you pout feeling bad as he was doing all this work after his game the day before. “no love, i have it handled. i just want you to rest okay? you need to or else how are you going to get better?” he quoted your words when he was injured. you let out a small smile, “thank you, handsome,” your leaned up and hugged him tight.

“we still have stuff to do. we need to go grocery shopping and visit your mom, i promised her to join her later today,” you recalled, sitting up and holding your head. “you can’t go out like this!-”

“i wasn’t asking. i was telling you. i have put it off for so long and there’s barely any groceries left. it will be quick and easy, same with your mom! she needs one on one girl talk and i haven’t seen her in so long,” you tell jude to where he rolls his eyes at your stubbornness. “one on one girl talk? about what?”

“it’s called one on one girl talk for a reason jude… we can leave a little later okay? i’m feeling way better compared to the morning,” you admit, standing up but jude ushers you to sit down, taking your mug to the sink and washing it for you. “i can’t talk this one out of you right?”

“nope,” you deadpanned.

jude made your warm soup, organizing and cleaning up the kitchen so it wouldn’t be a mess. writing down stuff that was missing from the refrigerator, pantry, and other necessities, making note to also refill your medicines. he insisted you wear a jacket, knowing the grocery store would be cold and he couldn’t risk you getting a deep cough and sickness.

“what else is left?” jude asked, placing different veggies in their bags into the cart. he was in charge of bagging and you crossing off items on the list. “new toothpaste, cases of waters and juice, and your snacks,” you read off, following jude as he filled the bottom with water and juice like you said.

“i know i can be annoying when im sick, but thank you for taking care of me,” you said, feeling overwhelmed with joy and happiness to have a boyfriend like jude. he was patient, loving, helping, and sooo protective. he wanted you to feel safe and cared for by his side and he never failed to do that.

“see that’s what we’re not going to do,” said jude when you rejected his kiss, he grabbed your face a placed a messy kiss on your lips. “don’t care if i get sick, just need you to know i’ll do anything for you okay? sick or not,” jude hugged you, as you waited in line to pay.

after returning home and unpacking, you took a small and well needed nap. jude doing some laundry and placing it where it goes, watering your plants and worked out. he also took you to his moms after you insisted, where you guys talked for hours and then did some re-arranging in the house. if there was one thing jude loved, it was watching his two favorite girls get along so well, sharing laughs and making new memories.

you fell asleep once again in the car ride home on jude’s lap, jude massaging your scalp where you fell into a deeper sleep. he carried you to the room again, changing you into a long sleeve and some shorts, also helping you brush your teeth and take the night pills for your cold and headache. “wait for me here okay? gonna make sure everything is off,” he kissed your head.

he brought back a warm blanket and waters, doing his own night routine before joining you in bed. you immediately looked and seemed for comfort on him, resting your side and head on his chest, eyes closing softly wanting to stay up with up. jude held you tight, so in love and infatuated with your beauty even when sick.

“how are you feeling?” jude asked, running his hand along your spine, tracing shapes, and holding you close to him. “mmm better, but my headache returned in the car… and before you worry, the medicine is helping though,” you reassured him, knowing he would be quick to jump out the bed to help you. you loved when he was clingy and just so protective like this. especially when it was about you. “i’m gonna be waking up every now and then to check in on you okay? if you don’t feel better by tomorrow we’re booking an appointment,” he said seriously.

“okay jude,” you nodded, your hand resting on his chest as you felt your sleep return again. it was a long night for you the day before, so sleep is what you planned to do this night, to catch up on it. “if you don’t feel good, just me me know okay? i don’t care if it’s the smallest pain or ache.”

“i promise i will jude.”

“do you need anything else before we go to sleep?” he whispered, “no jude. im right where i want to be,” you smiled, kissing his chest and then a longing kiss on his lips. “we can watch a movie in the mean time? your choice,” you relaxed in his hold, grabbing the remote for him. jude scrolled and scrolled for minutes, finding the perfect movie to end the hectic day.

not even 5 minutes in, you had fell asleep, brows pulled in and a small pout as you rested soundly. you tried to stay up for him but the medics had done it’s job and jude couldn’t complain. him to was tired, after watching a few more minutes he turned off the tv, charging your phones and bringing you up close to him, careful to not wake you.

“sweet dreams darling…”

[stsgluver]

tags. criminal mind!au, gojo x reader, unestablished relationship, mentions of blood, slight angst

"stop hovering."

there had to be at least two dozen emergency staff buzzing around you, ranging from medical to the fbi. everyone had a role to play in aiding the injured and ensuring no one else died tonight.

your job, for the most part, was complete. you'd profiled and detained the unsub and, although the adrenaline racing through your body had you on high alert still, you were more than ready to climb into your hotel bed.

"gojo," you called out the name of your white-haired colleague after he didn't respond to you. he wasn't listening, too focused on the movements of the paramedic who was sterilising the cuts on your arm and forehead. luckily, you didn't require any stitches. "satoru."

his first name, which you ever so rarely used while on duty, had him at least making eye contact with you. he wasn't injured but he definitely needed to shower - there was dirt staining his face and hair.

"i’m fine," you repeated for what felt like the millionth time. you loved your team, you really did, but you all worked the same dangerous job that came with the same dangerous risks. you came out of the ordeal as unscathed as you possibly could've been and while you were grateful for their concern, there needn't be any.

“barely," gojo muttered, electric blue eyes tracing the cut on your forehead that had yet to be cleaned, the blood still staining your skin.

you lightly shook your head, "that’s an exaggeration."

that set gojo out of whatever daze he'd been in as he frowned at you. "is it? what if i’d been another thirty seconds?"

out of everyone on the team, gojo was your favourite for several reasons. whilst yes, there was the obvious closeness between the two of you as your similar age had meant you'd quickly become close friends, there was also his attitude. it was rare that you ever saw gojo so serious, always finding a way to lighten up the mood no matter how dark or twisted your job gets.

this, however, was not lightening any mood, and you felt a pang of guilt that you were the cause of his unease.

"but you weren’t," you countered softly, trying not to sound like you were arguing or dismissing his worry.

you'd entered the building alone - inside was the unsub and a hostage and no one else would be on site for at least a few more minutes. the kidnapped girl did not have that time so you risked it.

after an altercation with the unsub, the hostage had managed to run free but you'd been left pinned down on the ground with a gun pointing at your forehead. no amount of negotiating could talk them through the psychological break they were experiencing so it was very likely that had gojo not shown up and put a bullet through him that you may died tonight.

but he did show up. he always did.

"yaga didn’t give you clearance."

"i know he’s already lectured me." it was exactly what you had wanted as gojo had helped you out of the building. he'd even stood by you as yaga spoking, supporting most of your weight as you'd twisted your ankle. "i don’t need to hear it twice."

"don’t you? i-" gojo stopped himself for a moment, running his hands through his hair as he so often did when he was frustrated. "we could’ve lost you." you felt bad for the poor paramedic who probably just wanted to get their job done and not have to listen to your quarrel.

"i’m fine satoru." you felt like a broken record.

your insistence wasn't enough for him to overcome his anger towards you and you had to fight off any tears as you watched him storm off into the crowd of people around you.

[novaursa]

The North Remembers Her (the future)

- Summary: He captured you, but you will not allow him to break you.

- Pairing: stark!reader/Ramsay Bolton

- Rating: Explicit 18+ (murder, blood)

- Previous part: survival

- Next part: whispers of snow

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround

The Great Hall of the Dreadfort is alive with the sound of celebration, a rare burst of life in a place so often cloaked in silence and fear. Roose Bolton has spared no expense for this feast, the birth of his trueborn son by Lady Walda being the cause for the rare display of abundance. The long tables are laden with roasted meats, fresh bread, and flagons of wine. Servants scurry about, filling goblets and clearing plates as laughter and conversation echo off the cold stone walls.

You sit at Ramsay’s side, your posture stiff and your gaze fixed on the fire roaring in the hearth. The warmth does little to soften the tension that coils in your stomach. Ramsay is unusually jovial tonight, his laughter louder, his grins wider. He’s already deep into his wine, the goblet in his hand dangerously close to spilling as he gestures animatedly to the men seated nearby.

Lady Walda sits at the head of the table beside Roose, her face glowing with maternal pride. The babe is not present, of course, but his presence is felt in every toast raised, every cheer that rings out. Roose, as always, is composed and quiet, his pale eyes surveying the room with cold calculation even as he raises his own goblet in acknowledgment of the congratulations directed his way.

Ramsay leans toward you suddenly, his breath warm and thick with the scent of wine. “Are you enjoying the feast, wife?” he asks, his voice low enough that only you can hear.

“It’s… lively,” you reply evenly, your tone giving away nothing.

He chuckles, his grin widening. “Lively, yes. A fine celebration, wouldn’t you agree? My father has a trueborn son now. A perfect little lord.” His voice drips with false cheer, and you can feel the simmering anger beneath his words.

You glance at him, your gaze steady. “It’s what he wanted.”

Ramsay’s grin tightens, his knuckles whitening as he grips his goblet. “Yes. What he wanted.”

The hall grows louder as the evening progresses, the wine flowing freely. Ramsay’s mood seems to lift further with each passing moment, his laughter ringing out above the din. Then, suddenly, he stands, raising his goblet high.

“A toast!” he declares, his voice cutting through the noise and drawing the attention of the entire hall.

The room quiets, all eyes turning toward him. Even Roose looks up, his expression unreadable as he watches his son.

Ramsay’s grin is wide and wicked as he looks around the room. “A toast,” he repeats, his voice carrying a dangerous edge, “to new beginnings. To my father’s son, a fine boy who will grow to be strong and proud, I’m sure.”

There’s a murmur of agreement, scattered applause, but Ramsay isn’t finished. He raises his goblet higher, his pale blue eyes gleaming in the firelight.

“But that’s not the only reason to celebrate tonight,” he says, his voice growing louder. “No, there’s more to toast to—something just as monumental.”

You feel your chest tighten, your breath catching as Ramsay turns to look at you, his grin sharper than ever.

“To my wife,” he declares, his voice ringing out. “The future Lady Bolton, who has blessed me with news I’ve long awaited. She is with child!”

The hall erupts into a mixture of cheers and murmurs, the weight of Ramsay’s words settling over the room like a storm. Roose’s eyes narrow slightly, his expression unreadable, while Lady Walda’s face lights up with surprise and cautious joy.

You sit frozen, your hands clenched in your lap as you feel the weight of every gaze in the room. Ramsay’s hand drops to your shoulder, his grip firm and possessive as he looks down at you, his grin never faltering.

“Say something, wife,” he murmurs, his voice low but insistent. “Don’t be shy. Let them know how happy you are.”

You lift your chin, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I’m honored to give my lord husband what he desires,” you say evenly, your voice carrying just enough warmth to sound convincing.

Ramsay’s grin widens, and he turns back to the hall, raising his goblet once more. “To the future of House Bolton!” he shouts, his voice ringing with triumph.

The hall echoes with cheers and the clinking of goblets, but all you can hear is the pounding of your own heartbeat. You feel Ramsay’s hand tighten briefly on your shoulder before he sits back down, his gaze lingering on you.

The feast stretches on, though the air has shifted since Ramsay’s proclamation. The cheers and clinking goblets slowly give way to murmurs, the weight of his announcement rippling through the room like an undercurrent. The anxiety is visible, even amidst the joviality, as the eyes of the gathered lords and bannermen flicker between Ramsay and Roose.

Ramsay reclines in his chair, one arm draped possessively across the back of yours, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he watches his father with a look of smug triumph. You keep your gaze fixed on your plate, carefully slicing into a piece of roasted venison, your movements measured and deliberate. You can feel the weight of Ramsay’s eyes on you, his satisfaction radiating like heat.

Across the table, Roose sits motionless, his eyes fixed on his goblet of wine. His expression betrays nothing, but you know him well enough to sense the subtle tightening of his jaw, the faint crease in his brow. This feast was meant to celebrate his new son—his trueborn heir—and Ramsay’s announcement has cast a shadow over the evening.

Lady Walda shifts uncomfortably beside him, her plump hands smoothing the fabric of her gown. Her bright smile falters, her gaze darting nervously between her husband and stepson.

Ramsay lifts his goblet again, his smirk widening. “What a night of joy, wouldn’t you agree, Father?” he says, his voice dripping with mockery. “A new son for House Bolton and another on the way. Truly, the future of our house is secure.”

Roose’s gaze lifts slowly, his pale eyes locking onto Ramsay’s. For a moment, the room seems to hold its breath, the quiet crackle of the fire the only sound.

“Indeed,” Roose says finally, his tone calm and measured. “The future is bright.”

The words are neutral, but there’s an undercurrent of steel in them, a subtle warning that Ramsay either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore.

“Of course,” Ramsay continues, leaning forward slightly, “this child of mine will carry Stark blood. The blood of the North itself. That does carry a certain… significance, wouldn’t you say?”

Your hand tightens around your knife, but you force yourself to remain composed, your expression neutral. The room is silent now, all eyes on the exchange between father and son.

Roose sets his goblet down with deliberate care, his fingers brushing against the stem. “Significance,” he repeats softly, his gaze never leaving Ramsay’s. “And yet, blood alone does not ensure loyalty. Or strength.”

Ramsay’s smirk falters briefly, his eyes narrowing. “But it helps, doesn’t it? A child born of Stark blood will unite the North in a way no other could. That's what you said.” He gestures toward you with his goblet, his voice rising slightly. “Isn’t that why you married her to me, Father? To secure the loyalty of the North?”

The words hang in the air, bold and dangerous. Roose’s gaze shifts to you for the first time, his expression unreadable. You meet his eyes briefly, your own face carefully blank, before returning your focus to your plate.

“You speak as though the North is already ours,” Roose says quietly, his tone razor-sharp. “But loyalty is a fragile thing, Ramsay. It must be earned, not assumed.”

Ramsay leans back in his chair, his smirk returning though it’s tighter now. “And I will earn it,” he says confidently. “With this child, I will prove to the North that I am their true lord.”

Roose’s lips twitch faintly, the closest thing to a smile you’ve ever seen from him. “You seem to forget that I am still Warden of the North.”

The room holds its breath again as the words land like a blade. Ramsay’s smirk freezes, his eyes narrowing into slits, but he says nothing.

Sensing the growing hostility, Lady Walda clears her throat, her voice bright but strained. “What a wonderful night for House Bolton!” she exclaims, her hands clasped together. “We are truly blessed with so many reasons to celebrate.”

Her attempt to diffuse the situation earns a polite murmur of agreement from the gathered lords, and the atmosphere begins to shift slightly as the conversation resumes.

You feel Ramsay’s hand tighten on the back of your chair, his grip possessive and stiff. He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Do you see, little wolf?” he murmurs softly. “Even my father can’t deny the importance of what you carry. We’ll see who wins in the end.”

You glance at him briefly, your voice cold but steady. “That remains to be seen.”

Ramsay chuckles, though the sound lacks its usual mirth. He straightens in his chair, raising his goblet once more as the feast continues around you.

But as you sit in silence, the weight of the evening presses heavily on your chest. The North may be watching Ramsay and Roose, but they’re watching you too. And you know that, in this game of power and survival, every move matters.

The fire crackles low in your chambers. The room feels smaller tonight, as though Ramsay’s presence alone fills every corner with a heavy, suffocating energy. He strides back and forth across the chamber, his boots striking the floor with hard, deliberate steps. His face is a storm of fury, his eyes burning with barely contained rage.

You sit in the chair by the hearth, one leg crossed over the other, watching him with mild annoyance as he mutters to himself. He hasn’t stopped pacing since he stormed in, the door slamming behind him loud enough to rattle the hinges.

“I’ve done everything!” he growls suddenly, his voice cutting through the quiet. He gestures wildly as he speaks, his tone sharp and biting. “Everything he told me to do! I became his heir. I married you—his precious Stark bride—to ensure the North’s allegiance. I flayed man after man in his name, painted the Dreadfort red with their blood. And now—” He stops abruptly, turning to face you, his chest heaving. “Now that I’ve ensured our blood is tied to Winterfell forever, it’s still not enough!”

You regard him coolly, leaning back in your chair as though his tantrum were nothing more than an inconvenient distraction. “Are you truly surprised, Ramsay?”

His eyes narrow, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve done everything your father asked,” you say calmly, your voice measured. “But that doesn’t mean it was ever going to be enough for him. You know what kind of man he is.”

Ramsay steps closer, his movements sharp and predatory. “I’ve given him everything,” he hisses. “Everything! I’ve secured the North, married the wolf, ensured a child to bind our blood to Winterfell. What more could he possibly want?”

You meet his gaze steadily, unflinching in the face of his rage. “Control. Power. Loyalty. Roose wants all of it, and he’ll never trust you enough to give you everything.”

His grin flickers, a bitter edge to it. “Trust? What does trust have to do with it? He should fear me, respect me!”

You raise an eyebrow, your tone cutting. “And does he? Or does he see you for exactly what you are?”

His expression darkens, his grin vanishing entirely. “And what am I, wife? Enlighten me.”

You lean forward slightly, your voice cold. “You’re his bastard. You’ll always be his bastard. No title, no marriage, no child will ever change that in his eyes.”

The words hang in the air, sharp and unyielding. For a moment, you think he might lash out, his hands clenching and unclenching as though imagining them around your throat. But instead, he laughs—a low, humorless sound that sends a shiver down your spine.

“You think you know him,” Ramsay says softly, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. “You think you understand what it’s like to fight for every scrap of approval, to claw your way out of the mud he left you in.”

“I understand him better than you think,” you reply evenly. “And I understand you, Ramsay. You crave his approval, but you’ll never have it. Not entirely.”

His grin returns, cold and humorless. “And yet, here I stand. The lord of the Dreadfort, the heir to the North. Married to you, carrying the future of Winterfell in your belly. Tell me, wife, doesn’t that make me enough?”

You tilt your head, your gaze unwavering. “It makes you desperate. And desperation is weakness.”

For a moment, the room is silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Ramsay’s grin fades, his eyes narrowing as he stares at you.

“You should be careful, little wolf,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “I might take those words to heart.”

“You should,” you reply, your voice steady. “Because your father already has.”

His expression hardens, the weight of your words sinking in. Without another word, he turns abruptly, striding toward the door.

As the door slams behind him, the silence returns, heavier than before. You let out a slow breath, your hand drifting to your stomach as you stare into the fire.

Ramsay may be desperate, but desperation makes men dangerous. And in the North, danger is never far behind.

The wind cuts as you step into the courtyard, its chill biting through your cloak and seeping into your skin. The gray skies above match the stone of the Dreadfort, casting a grim light over the gathered men and the carriage waiting near the gates. The horses paw at the ground, their breath visible in the frigid air as they await the journey ahead.

Ramsay stands in the center of the courtyard, though there’s something different about him today—an edge of excitement that sets your teeth on edge. Reek stands a few paces behind him, his head bowed, his shoulders hunched as though trying to make himself invisible amidst the heavy presence of Bolton men.

The sound of your boots against the stone draws Ramsay’s attention, and his eyes light up as he turns to face you.

“Wife,” he greets, his voice lilting with mock affection. “You look positively radiant this morning.”

You stop a few feet away, your arms folded tightly across your chest. “What is this, Ramsay? What’s going on?”

He gestures grandly toward the carriage, his grin widening. “A gift, my dear. Or rather, a duty fulfilled. You’re going home.”

The words hit you like a blow, though you keep your expression carefully neutral. “Home?” you repeat, your voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within you.

“To Winterfell,” Ramsay confirms, stepping closer, his hands clasped behind his back. “Our home. The home of our child.” His grin growing, his voice dropping slightly. “You should be pleased. It’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?”

Your eyes flick to the carriage, then to the heavy escort of Bolton men surrounding it. Reek stands among them, his hollow gaze fixed on the ground, his presence as unsettling as ever.

“And you?” you ask, turning your attention back to Ramsay. “Where will you be?”

Ramsay chuckles softly, his grin never faltering. “I have a few… loose ends to tie up here. But fear not, wife. I’ll join you soon enough. Winterfell won’t feel like home without me, after all.”

“Loose ends,” you repeat, your voice laced with skepticism. “What does that mean, Ramsay?”

He leans closer, his pale eyes gleaming with amusement. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, little wolf. Just a few matters that require my personal touch.” He gestures toward the carriage. “Now, don’t keep them waiting. It’s a long journey, and we wouldn’t want anything to happen to you or the little lord growing inside you.”

You glare at him, your fists clenching at your sides. “And if I refuse?”

Ramsay’s tone becomes soft but menacing. “Refuse? Why would you do that? Winterfell is yours, wife. You should be eager to return. Besides…” He steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “…you’re under my protection now. Wouldn’t want anything… unfortunate to happen.”

You take a slow breath, forcing yourself to remain calm. “This isn’t protection. It’s control.”

He laughs, the sound echoing through the courtyard. “Oh, you’re learning, little wolf. But don’t forget—I control everything. And soon, I’ll control Winterfell too.”

The silence that follows is heavy, the air between you crackling like the icy wind. Finally, Ramsay steps back, gesturing grandly toward the carriage again.

“Go, wife,” he says, his voice lighter now. “Reek will escort you, along with my finest men. Consider it… a gesture of my affection.”

You glance toward Reek, who flinches slightly under your gaze but doesn’t speak. His presence is both a reassurance and a reminder of the power Ramsay holds over everyone around him.

Without a word, you turn and climb into the carriage, the heavy door closing behind you with a dull thud. The cold air seeps through the cracks, but it’s nothing compared to the chill settling in your chest as the wheels begin to turn, the sound of hoofbeats and creaking wood filling the air.

Through the small window, you see Ramsay standing in the courtyard, there is an eerie energy about him, as he watches you leave. His eyes seem to follow you, a reminder that no matter where you go, his shadow will linger.

As the Dreadfort fades into the distance, you steel yourself for what lies ahead. Winterfell may be your home, but under Ramsay’s control, it is anything but safe.

The Great Hall of the Dreadfort is as cold and somber as ever, despite the fire roaring in the hearth. Roose Bolton sits at the high table, a goblet of wine in his hand, his eyes watching the flicker of flames with an expression of detached amusement. The hall is empty save for the faint hum of the wind outside and the soft steps of Ramsay entering.

Ramsay strides in with his usual confidence, but there’s an unusual intensity to his movements tonight. His boots echo loudly against the stone floor, the sound ringing through the quiet hall as he approaches his father.

Roose doesn’t look up immediately, swirling the wine in his goblet with slow deliberation. “You sent your wife to Winterfell,” he says, his tone calm and vaguely amused. “One might think you’re afraid of something.”

Ramsay halts before the high table, his smile tightening slightly. “Afraid?” he repeats, his voice lilting with mockery. “Hardly. I simply want my future protected. The future of House Bolton.”

Roose finally looks up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies his son. “Your future,” he says softly, his tone cutting. “And yet, you seem so eager to distance yourself from it.”

Ramsay chuckles, though the sound is strained. “I sent her because Winterfell is where she belongs. Where our child belongs. The North needs to see its future growing strong.”

“And you think that future is safe?” Roose asks, his voice steely and quiet. “You’re a fool if you believe a Stark bride and a babe in her belly will erase the memory of your… methods.”

Ramsay’s smile flickers, a shadow crossing his face. “Methods that have served you well, Father. Methods that have secured your position.”

Roose takes a slow sip of his wine, his expression unreadable. “Secured my position, perhaps. But your own? That remains to be seen.”

Ramsay steps closer, his smile returning though it’s more brittle now. “You doubt me. After everything I’ve done. After everything I’ve given.”

“I doubt you because you act without thought,” Roose replies coldly. “You flay men for sport, you revel in chaos, and you mistake fear for loyalty. That is not strength, Ramsay. That is desperation.”

Ramsay’s fists clench at his sides, his smile vanishing entirely. “Desperation? I’ve done everything you asked. I’ve given you the North, tied our blood to Winterfell, ensured our future—”

“Our future,” Roose interrupts, his tone as cold as the wind outside. “Not yours. Do not mistake my patience for trust, Ramsay. You are my son by law, but that does not make you my equal.”

The words land like a blow, the silence that follows heavy and suffocating. Ramsay’s pale blue eyes burn with fury, his breath coming faster as he steps closer to the high table.

“And what does make me your equal, Father?” Ramsay asks softly, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “What more do I have to give?”

Roose sets his goblet down with deliberate care, his gaze never leaving Ramsay’s. “You’ve already given enough,” he says quietly. “More than enough. Perhaps it’s time I look to someone else for the future of this house.”

The implication hangs in the air like a blade, and for a moment, neither man speaks.

Then Ramsay moves.

It’s quick, almost too quick to see. The dagger flashes in the firelight as he steps forward, plunging the blade into his father’s chest. Roose’s eyes widen slightly, the faintest flicker of surprise crossing his face as blood blossoms across his tunic.

For a moment, Ramsay holds him there, their faces inches apart. His smile returns, bold and triumphant, as he twists the blade.

“The future is mine,” Ramsay whispers, his voice dripping with venom. “Not yours. Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

Roose’s breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the life drains from his eyes. He slumps forward, his body collapsing against the high table as Ramsay steps back, pulling the blade free.

The hall is silent save for the soft crackle of the fire and the faint drip of blood onto the stone floor. Ramsay stands over his father’s body, his chest heaving, the dagger still clenched in his hand.

After a moment, he straightens as he wipes the blade on his tunic. He turns toward the empty hall, his voice carrying through the stillness.

“Send word to Winterfell,” he says, his tone light and mocking. “Tell my wife that House Bolton is now mine.”

The shadows stretch long across the hall as Ramsay strides toward the door, his boots echoing against the stone.

The Bastard of Bolton is no more.

Now, he is the Lord.

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: tanjiro as a boyfriend

characters: fem!reader x tanjiro

warnings: language, nsfw themes (no real smut)

AN: tanjiro is aged up!! we don’t date children in this house sry.

TANJIRO

um best bf ever

he’s an angel sent from heaven

cuddle bug fr

you are NOT getting out of bed before he’s ready

you gotta pee??

u gotta beg him to let u get up

like? uh my guy we’re finna be cuddling in a puddle if u don’t remove ur arm and let me SPRINT to the bathroom asap

mans just wants to hold you a little while longer

introduces you to inosuke and zenitsu ofc

wants you to get along with his friends SO bad

but

he knows they can be a lil overwhelming

so he will attempt

i said attempt

to make them behave themselves

they will not behave themselves

inosuke is tryna throw hands

zenitsu is alrdy asking for ur hand in marriage

and oh?

tanjiro baby is ur eye twitching?

and u got a vein popping outta ur forehead honey are u okay?

dude doesn’t get mad often

and he’s not mad at u

but zenitsu better back off rn

cause tanjiro

well he’s gonna make sure zenitsu gets it through his head that you are NOT marrying him

not violently!!

well he might stick inosuke on him

“inosuke! zenitsu said he’s stronger than you!”

que the one sided smackdown

anyways

he introduces you to nezuko wayyyyy later

she’s his baby sister who also happens to be a demon

which is pretty startling if u ask me

like “this is my baby sister nezuko!”

“she’s a demon with crazy blood fire powers! :)”

very important to him that y’all get along

which you do

cause how could u not

nezuko is the sweetest thing

god the kamado family could rot ur teeth

NICKNAMESSSSS:

there’s a million of them

my love, darling, sweetheart, honey, flower, bUNNY

ik that the bunny nickname is so over used but something abt it gets me GOINGGG

rarely calls u by ur real name unless something serious is happening

always a pet name

dude knows how to handle u and ur emotions

that sniffer he has

yeah

ur happy? sad? angry?

he smells it

personally i think that jealousy coming from u is his favorite scent

it’s got it’s own distinct smell but it’s mixed with a little bit of anger too

when he first smelled it he couldn’t figure out wtf u were feeling

but when he finally put it together

turned bright red

like “she cares about me THAT much”

“to where she gets angry?”

surprised that u get jealous over him for some reason

which is wierd asf cause if tanjiro was my bf? i’m never letting him outta my SIGHT

hands will be thrown w any bitch that tries to speak to him

anywayyyyyssss

into the NASTY DIRTY

remember he’s aged up!!

the softest service dom that has ever dommed

he’s the guy that gets pleasure from giving u pleasure

and when i mean giving u pleasure

i mean ur gonna be in tears by the end of it

it’s too much for you?

“oh honey i know you can take it”

“sweet girl you can give me one more i know you can”

one more is not one more

one more is as many as tanjiro wants.

overstimulation is the tanji’s fav

and back to that nose of his

LMFAO there is no hiding it when ur in the mood

mans can smell it from a mile away

but don’t worry he’s gonna take care of u ;)

aftercare omg

he’s so sweet

running u a BUBBLE BATH

lighting candles

massages

watch out cause those massages can get u back in the same situation that put u here in the first place

uh oh here comes the cuddle monster once again

ugh i want a tanjiro so bad

[foreingersgod]

Can you write about CC inspired by the song Nobody Gets Me by Sza

Like how your the only one she opens up to and completely trusts

Nobody gets me . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: nobody gets me by sza

A/N: avoided the angsty part of this song cause i feel like i’ve been in too much of an angsty mood LMAO! enjoy loves !

for a while, you and caitlin had an on and off relationship. sometimes you only got together just to hook up, at some point you tried being official for while, but nothing had ever really stuck and you just continued on with your normal back and forth routine. it worked well for the both of you, too busy with school and basketball that you didn’t want to pester each other with means of labeling your relationship. but you found comfort within each other and practically spent every waking moment with one another. to be completely transparent, you’d always had really intense feelings for her, but you didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful thing you had had with her already.

graduation was approaching swiftly, and you found that the two of you were hanging out much less often. cait was dealing with the championship and procrastinating saying her goodbyes to her team. and you were finishing up your studies and internships. when she did come over, though, she was extremely exhausted and distant.

you had sensed that something was bothering her, but you didn’t want to push it. knowing caitlin, she got stressed and overwhelmed about a lot of things and she hardly ever talked about it. when she did speak about what was on her mind she had to do it on her own terms.

on one particular wednesday night, however, she had shown up at your door in tears. a rare scene to behold. you’d never seen her cry unless it was after a huge loss for iow, but even then, it wasn’t like this. she was hiccuping from the sobs, with her face red from running her hands down her face.

“caitlin…hey what’s going on?” she said nothing as you immediately ushered her into your apartment. you got her situated on your couch, telling you’d be just a second and you were going to grab her some tissues and water.

“no!” she cried, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to leave “don’t leave me please”

you sat down next to her, extremely worried. “i won’t, im right here, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

she shook her head violently and collapsed into you. her face hidden somewhere between your neck and shoulder, trying to suppress her sobs. her whole body shook as she continued crying, you rubbed her back and smoothed her hair, trying to calm her down.

“cait, you’re making me nervous, what’s going on?” you urged again.

“i’m so scared, YN” you grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at you.

“of what?”

“of this” you looked at her extremely confused. “of graduating, of moving on, of saying goodbye to the team…”

“cait those are very normal things to be upset about, you shouldn’t have to be scared to continue on this amazing path you’re-” wiping away some of her tears with your thumb, you tired to comfort her before she cut you off abruptly.

“but i’m scared of losing you” her eyes squeezed shut in frustration, so overwhelmed by with these feelings coming out all at once.

“me? what are you talking about?”

“i just-” she tried to steady her breathe “i’ve realized that i haven’t taken this thing we’ve had seriously enough. i-i’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen when we go our separate ways…and i don’t want that YN, i don’t think i can be without you.”

“hey,” you grabbed her hand “i’ll always be here, we’ll still call and text and when you’re in town we can grab lunch! i’m not just gonna stop being your friend, silly!”

“but i don’t want to be your friend!”

you were struck with shock at her statement, completely unaware of where this was all coming from.

“the closer we get to separating from each other, the more i’ve become of aware of how much i’m fucking in love with you”

her eyes were studying your facial features, trying to pull a reaction from you, but you stood completely starstruck.

“nobody gets me like you do,” her voice cracking, close to crying again. “i don’t think i can be away from you. im scared it’s too late and i don’t want to lose what’s left of you..of what we have. and, i’ll be honest, i don’t want to see you with anyone else but me. nobody gets me like you do, im serious. i only like myself when i’m with you”

you felt yourself about to cry too, you had no idea she felt this way.

“you’re the only one i can actually be myself with. and you’re the only person i want to be around every second of the day. and i know it sounds crazy, and i don’t expect you to put everything on hold just because i’m sitting here crying and dropping this huge love bomb on you but i-”

you cut her off, throwing your arms around her shoulders, and pulling her into a gentle kiss. you could feel your tears mix together as you desperately pulled her in closer. after wanting her all to yourself, your feeling were finally reciprocated and it felt like you were on cloud 9.

“i love you, caitlin” you pulled away, smiling “i’m not going to leave you”

“thank you,” she said with her tears finally dried “for loving me, for trusting me, and for staying. i don’t think i could make it without you”

she stayed the night at your place that night. she told you about all the stuff she had kept hidden away when she started becoming distant; she told you about the stress of classes and the team and the draft. everything. she felt like she could stay up all night with you and completely e open up to you because nobody gets her like you do.

[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

27. Terror in Tokyo

Note: wooo fight time part 2

Masterlist here

As Y/n was getting ready to finally collapse on his bed after a long day out in Akihabara, a soft knock echoed from the door. He rubbed his eyes, wondering who could possibly want anything this late. Opening the door, he was met with Winter and Ningning standing there with mischievous grins on their faces.

"Y/n-oppa, you’re not gonna like this," Ningning started, leaning casually against the doorframe. “But we’re going clubbing.”

Y/n blinked, his brain still catching up. “Wait… what? Clubbing? Now?”

Winter, who normally didn’t suggest such things, nodded with a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah. We’ve had a long week, and we want to blow off some steam. But... we need a bodyguard, so you’re coming, idiot.”

Y/n crossed his arms, eyeing Winter suspiciously. “You, clubbing? Really? I thought you hated those kinds of places.”

Winter chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m not a fan. But I’ll only go if you or the members come with me.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. This was a side of Winter he hadn’t expected. She was usually more of the homebody, preferring to chill in the dorm with movies or video games. “You’re serious?”

Winter nodded. “Yeah. But you’re the only reason I’m okay with it. I trust you’ll keep things from getting too wild.”

Y/n sighed, rubbing his temples. He couldn’t say no, especially when Winter was laying it out like that. "Fine," he groaned, “but I’m only coming because I don’t want you two causing random shts in Tokyo.”

Ningning snickered and tugged him toward the door. “Relax, we’re just gonna have fun. You’ll barely notice we’re there.”

“Doubtful,” Y/n muttered, but he followed them anyway, quickly throwing on his jacket.

-

The club was loud, packed with people swaying to the booming music. Y/n found himself standing off to the side, once again acting as the responsible one while Winter and Ningning danced away under the flashing lights. Y/n wasn’t exactly in the mood for dancing, but watching the two girls enjoy themselves at least made him feel a bit better about being dragged out.

But Winter, surprisingly, was fully embracing the scene. She moved in rhythm with Ningning, flashing a rare, carefree smile as she danced. Y/n couldn’t help but notice how she seemed more relaxed than ever, laughing freely as if the usual pressures had lifted.

As the night wore on, Y/n kept a close eye on the crowd, making sure no one got too close to the girls. Winter shot him an occasional thumbs-up from the dance floor, her way of letting him know she was fine. Every time he met her eyes, she grinned, showing that she was actually enjoying herself.

After a couple of hours, Winter finally made her way back to Y/n’s side, her cheeks flushed from dancing. “Thanks for coming with us,” she said, slightly breathless.

Y/n smirked. “Tired already?”

Winter rolled her eyes. “Maybe a little. But it’s been fun. I needed this, I think.”

Y/n chuckled. “I’ll admit, it’s a little surprising seeing you like this. Didn’t think you’d be the type to enjoy clubbing.”

She leaned against the bar next to him, shrugging casually. “Normally I’m not. But it’s different when you’re here. Feels… safer, I guess.”

Her words caught Y/n off guard. He wasn’t sure what to say for a second, so he just nodded, feeling a strange warmth spread in his chest. “Well, I’m glad I could help make it less terrible.”

Winter nudged him playfully. “I didn’t say it was terrible. Just… a bit much, sometimes.”

Ningning danced over, grabbing Winter’s hand and dragging her back toward the floor. “C’mon! One more song before we leave!”

Winter gave Y/n a quick wave before she disappeared back into the crowd with Ningning, both of them laughing. Y/n stayed at his post, glancing around the club every few seconds to make sure things stayed calm. His mind lingered on Winter’s words, her trust in him resonating deeper than he’d expected.

Maybe this night wasn’t so bad after all.

-

Eventually, around 3 AM, Winter finally pulled Ningning away from the dance floor, both girls flushed and grinning. “Alright, we’ve had our fun,” Winter said, wiping sweat from her brow. “Let’s head back.”

Y/n nodded, relieved that the night was finally coming to an end. As they left the club and began walking back to the hotel, the cool night air hit them, refreshing after the heat and noise of the club.

Except Y/n.

See, Y/n’s senses had been on high alert since they left the club, and the feeling that something was off only grew stronger. As the night air turned colder, the streets became quieter, with fewer people around. That's when Y/n caught sight of him — a man walking a little too close behind them, his pace mimicking theirs.

It wasn’t just a coincidence; it was deliberate.

Y/n’s stomach tightened. He slowed down his steps, positioning himself closer to Winter and Ningning without saying anything just yet. His eyes darted to the storefront reflections, catching the stranger’s shadow trailing them, his gaze fixated on the girls.

Trying not to alarm them, Y/n spoke in a low, steady voice. “Jeong, Ning. Stay close to me.”

Ningning looked up at him, confused. “What? Why? What’s going on?”

“Just… stay close,” Y/n repeated, his tone firmer this time.

Winter glanced over at him, noticing the seriousness in his eyes. She followed his gaze toward the man and immediately tensed up. “Is he… following us at 7 o'clock?”

Y/n gave a slight nod, his jaw clenched. “Yeah. Don’t look back. Just keep walking.”

The mood shifted instantly. The playful banter and relaxed vibe from earlier evaporated, replaced by a silent, shared tension. Y/n knew they couldn’t keep walking blindly down the street — they had to shake him off. He scanned the area quickly, spotting a side alley that could lead them away from the main road.

“Turn here.” Y/n instructed, his voice calm but urgent. Winter and Ningning obeyed without question, their footsteps quickening as they rounded the corner. Y/n slowed his pace slightly, hanging back just enough to act as a buffer between the girls and the man.

The narrow alley was quieter, dimly lit by flickering streetlights. The only sound was the soft echo of their footsteps and the ominous click of the stranger’s shoes behind them, getting closer. Too close.

Y/n’s patience snapped.

He spun on his heel, stepping directly into the man’s path. “Can I help you?” Y/n asked in English, his voice steady but laced with a warning. He stood tall, broadening his shoulders to block the man’s view of the girls.

Of course he wouldn't answer. Y/n asked him in English. The creep's a Japanese.

The man said nothing, his eyes still locked on the path Winter and Ningning took, a creepy smirk curling at his lips.

“Hey!” Y/n barked, stepping forward. “I asked you a question.”

But the man still didn’t respond. His face twisted into a sneer as he lunged forward, making a grab for Ningning.

Y/n reacted on pure instinct. He shoved Ningning behind him and intercepted the man’s outstretched hand, gripping it tightly before twisting his arm and pushing him back. The man staggered but quickly regained his footing, his sneer morphing into anger as he swung wildly at Y/n.

Y/n ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding the man’s punch. His breath came faster now, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Stay back!" he shouted to Winter and Ningning as the man advanced again, this time with more ferocity.

The man swung again, and Y/n blocked it with his forearm before retaliating with a sharp jab to the man’s ribs. The impact made the stranger grunt, but he didn’t back down. Instead, he tackled Y/n, sending both of them crashing into a nearby wall.

“Y/n!” Winter screamed, but he held up a hand, silently telling her to stay put.

Pinned against the wall, Y/n gritted his teeth as he struggled to push the man off. The guy was stronger than he looked, but Y/n wasn’t about to let him win. He braced his legs against the ground and shoved hard, breaking free from the man’s grip. Y/n swung his fist, connecting with the man’s jaw, sending him stumbling back a few steps.

The man wiped a bit of blood from his mouth, his eyes filled with rage. He lunged again, this time throwing a wild punch. Y/n ducked, and the man’s fist grazed his cheek. Y/n countered with a swift kick to the man’s legs, causing him to lose balance and hit the ground hard.

But the man wasn’t done. He scrambled to his feet and charged at Y/n again. This time, Y/n was ready. He grabbed the man by the collar and twisted him around, slamming him against the alley wall.

“Stay still,” Y/n growled through clenched teeth. He didn’t care how much the guy struggled — there was no way he was letting him near the girls.

“Y/n!” Ningning’s voice was shaky but focused as she fumbled with her phone. “I’m calling the cops!”

Winter, standing a few steps away, balled her fists at her sides, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger. “You better stay down,” she muttered, glaring at the man.

The creep squirmed, trying to twist free from Y/n’s iron grip, but Y/n held firm, pressing his knee against the guy’s back to keep him pinned against the wall. The man groaned in frustration, but there was no escaping Y/n’s hold.

“Who do you think you’re messing with, dipsht?” Y/n hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “You think it’s okay to follow them like that?”

The man thrashed against Y/n’s hold, throwing an elbow that caught Y/n in the ribs. Pain shot through Y/n’s side, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let go. The man managed to land another punch to Y/n’s stomach, causing him to double over for a second, but Y/n quickly recovered, grabbing the man’s arm and twisting it behind his back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Y/n growled, slamming the man’s face into the wall for good measure. The man struggled, grunting in pain, but Y/n held him firm, his chest heaving with exertion.

Winter, watching in horror and awe, clenched her fists, ready to jump in if necessary. But Y/n had everything under control, his grip unyielding despite the struggle.

It wasn’t long before the faint sound of sirens filled the air. Relief washed over Y/n as he heard the police arriving, but he didn’t let his guard down. Not yet. He kept the man pinned until the officers rushed into the alley.

“Over here!” Ningning called out in Japanese, waving to the approaching police.

Two officers quickly took over, cuffing the man and hauling him away. One of them nodded gratefully at Y/n. “Thanks for holding him down. You alright?”

Y/n nodded, his muscles finally starting to relax as he stood up straight. “Uhh. Ok. We are” He said, using all the Japanese words he could find from his memory.

The officers escorted the man into their patrol car, and soon, the alley was quiet again, save for the heavy breaths of the trio. Ningning let out a long, shaky sigh, her hands still trembling as she pocketed her phone.

Winter, still looking a bit shaken, glanced at Y/n. “Are you ok, Y/n?”

"Of course, I am" Y/n smiled. "I should be asking you that instead."

"I…genuinely had no idea what I would do if you get hurt." Winter whimpered. "I would lose it."

Y/n shrugged, rubbing his sore shoulder. “As long as you are around, I won't be going anytime soon.”

Ningning, still jittery, glanced back at the now-handcuffed man being led away by the police. “Honestly, I thought we were just going to have a fun night out. Didn’t expect a full-on street brawl.”

Y/n looked between the two of them, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “Let’s get back to the hotel. I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night. I need the damn sleep.”

-

As they finally made it back to the hotel, Y/n’s adrenaline started to fade, replaced by an overwhelming exhaustion. Winter and Ningning walked in silence beside him, still shaken by the night’s events, but visibly relieved to be out of harm’s way. Y/n was just glad it was over.

The hotel lobby was quiet, the soft hum of distant conversation the only noise as they stepped inside. But the moment they walked through the door, Karina and Giselle were already waiting by the elevator, their faces full of concern.

“There you guys are!” Karina exclaimed, rushing over the moment she saw them. Her eyes flicked between Y/n, Winter, and Ningning, quickly noticing their disheveled appearances. “What happened? You guys look like you’ve been through hell.”

Winter gave a weak smile, brushing off her jacket. “Well, we kinda were. Some creep followed us after we left the club.”

Karina’s eyes widened in alarm. “What?! Are you okay? What happened?!”

Ningning nodded, stepping closer to the group. “Y/n handled it. He basically went Y/n mode on the guy and held him down until the cops came.”

Giselle’s jaw dropped. “No way. You serious?” She looked at Y/n, a mix of amazement and concern in her eyes. “You okay, man?”

Y/n, too tired to even offer much of a response, waved them off. “I’m….so….dead.”

Karina crossed her arms, her brows furrowed. “Dead? You just took down a stalker, and you’re telling me you’re just dead?”

“Hey, that’s the appropriate response…” Y/n sighed, leaning against the wall for support. “Whatever…you guys are safe…I’m happy...”

Winter, who had been uncharacteristically quiet since the incident, stepped up beside Y/n, giving him a light nudge. “He was so calm. Like, scary calm about the whole thing.”

Ningning nodded in agreement. “I’ve never seen him like that before. It was… kinda cool.”

Karina shook her head, still trying to process the whole ordeal. “I don’t know whether to be proud or worried.”

“Both,” Giselle muttered. “Definitely both.”

Y/n chuckled weakly, trying to shake off their concerns. “I’m fine…I think. As long as Ning and Jeong are fine...”

But despite his reassurances, Karina and Giselle weren’t convinced. The protective instincts in both of them were flaring up, and Y/n could tell they weren’t going to let this go easily. Not that he blamed them — he knew what it was like to worry about the people he cared about.

“Alright, let’s get you guys upstairs and settled,” Karina said, placing a gentle hand on Ningning’s shoulder. “You all need some rest after tonight. Especially you, Jung Y/n.”

As they headed up to their rooms, the atmosphere was a strange mix of relief and tension. Y/n could feel his energy draining by the second, and by the time they reached their suite, he was practically sleepwalking. The girls filed into their rooms one by one, but Y/n didn’t make it that far.

The moment he stepped into the living area of the suite, he collapsed onto the nearest couch, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion. His eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and he could barely keep them open as he sank into the soft cushions.

Winter peeked her head out of her room, noticing Y/n slumped on the couch. “You’re really just gonna crash right there?”

Y/n mumbled something incoherent, his face half-buried in a pillow. “Too… dead…”

Giselle let out a soft laugh, leaning against the doorframe of her room. “Looks like he’s done for the night.”

Karina shook her head, her expression softening as she watched Y/n. “After what he just did? He deserves to pass out.”

Winter, still feeling a strange mix of emotions from the night’s events, walked over and grabbed a blanket from the closet. She draped it over Y/n’s sleeping form, her movements gentle as if she didn’t want to disturb him.

“Sleep well, Y/n-nie, and thank you.” she whispered, stepping back.

Ningning gave Winter a teasing smile from across the room. “Look at you, being all caring.”

Winter rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “Shut up. He saved our asses tonight.”

The girls shared a knowing look, their usual playful bickering taking a back seat to the gratitude they all felt for Y/n. They knew how much he’d put on the line for them, and they didn’t take it lightly. After everything that had happened, they were just glad to be safe and together.

As the suite finally settled into a calm, peaceful quiet, the girls retreated to their rooms, leaving Y/n to his much-needed rest on the couch. His breathing evened out, the stress of the night slowly melting away as he drifted into a deep sleep.

Tonight, at least, he could rest easy knowing he did well.

-

The next morning came far too quickly for Y/n. His body ached, his limbs felt heavy, and his mind was still foggy from the events of the previous night. Slowly, he blinked awake, finding himself still sprawled out on the couch. The blanket Winter had thrown over him was now tangled around his legs.

“…sht. It hurts…”

He groaned, trying to stretch, but was immediately met with something unexpected.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Ningning’s voice chimed from beside him.

Y/n froze, his eyes snapping open in confusion. Ningning was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the couch, casually massaging his legs like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Y/n blinked, still not fully awake. “Uh… what are you doing?”

Ningning hummed, continuing her amateurish massage. “Well, you looked like you needed it after last night. Figured I’d help loosen you up a bit.”

Before Y/n could protest, he felt something else — soft hands pressing against his shoulders, kneading his muscles with surprising precision.

“Relax,” Winter’s voice came from behind him, sounding far too amused. “You worked hard last night. Let us pamper you for once.”

Y/n sat up, his mind reeling. “Wait, wait, wait. This is too weird. What are you guys—”

“Shhh.” Ningning placed a finger over her lips, laughing softly. “You saved our lives, remember? This is our thank you.”

Y/n could only stare in disbelief as Winter continued massaging his shoulders, her touch firm but oddly soothing. He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run away.

“I don’t need a thank you! I'm getting paid for this!” he protested, glancing between the two girls, his face turning a light shade of red from the situation.

“Oh, come on,” Winter teased, digging her knuckles into a particularly tense spot on his back, causing him to wince. “You deserve it. Besides, we don’t get to see you like this often. Let us have our fun.”

Y/n sighed, feeling completely outnumbered. He tried to wiggle free, but Ningning grabbed his ankle, holding him in place as she continued her impromptu leg massage.

“This is... too much,” he muttered, though he couldn’t help but feel a bit touched by their sudden affection.

Winter smirked, her hands still working their magic on his back. “Too much? After last night, I’d say this is just the beginning.”

Ningning giggled, patting his leg playfully. “You’re not getting out of this, Y/n. Just sit back and enjoy.”

Y/n let out a defeated groan, slumping back into the couch. “I don’t even know what to say anymore.”

“You don’t need to say anything,” Winter said, leaning in a little closer to whisper near his ear. “Just admit you like it. Getting massaged by two beauties.”

"You sure? I only see one, Jeong." Y/n deadpanned. "Owowowowowow!"

"Aish." Winter increased her output, forcing Y/n to groan.

Before he could protest further, the door to the girls' room opened, and Giselle and Karina stepped out, their expressions a mix of amusement and confusion as they took in the scene in front of them.

“Uh… what exactly is happening here?” Giselle raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she watched Ningning and Winter practically hovering over Y/n like they were performing some kind of strange ritual.

Karina, however, took it a step further, her eyes narrowing as a smirk formed on her face. “Are we interrupting something?” she asked, her tone dripping with fake suspicion.

Giselle immediately caught on and let out a snort, nudging Karina playfully. “Yeah, Y/n, should we give you three some privacy?”

Y/n’s eyes widened in alarm. “Wait, what?! No, it’s not like that! They just—"

Winter pouted, feigning innocence as she leaned closer to Y/n’s ear. “You know, idiot, if you don’t deny it so strongly, people might not think it’s that weird.”

Ningning giggled, continuing her fake massage. “It’s too late now, oppa. We’ve already been caught.”

Giselle and Karina exchanged knowing looks, pretending to be scandalized. “Wow, okay, I see how it is,” Giselle teased. “We leave you alone for five minutes, and suddenly we’re not invited.”

Karina clicked her tongue, crossing her arms with an exaggerated sigh. “I guess this is what happens when you save people’s lives. You get all the attention.”

"Oh, for fck sake…this harem is not needed." Y/n groaned towards the pillow. “I hate all of you.”

But even as he said it, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Despite the teasing and the ridiculousness of the situation, he knew they were just messing with him. The tension from the night before had all but disappeared, replaced by the familiar chaotic warmth of their usual dynamic.

Ningning finally let go of his shoulders, stepping back with a satisfied nod. “There you go. You’re all pampered up. How do you feel?”

Y/n stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders experimentally. “I feel… weird. That was weird.”

Winter chuckled, giving him a light shove. “You’re welcome.”

Karina and Giselle watched the whole thing, their teasing grins still in place as they plopped down onto the nearby chairs. “Well, at least we know who Y/n’s favorite members are now,” Karina said slyly, eyeing Winter and Ningning.

“Definitely the ones giving him the royal treatment,” Giselle added, winking.

Y/n could feel his face heating up, but before he could retort, Winter leaned in with a smug grin. “Hey, at least my solo song’s still his favorite.”

That got a collective groan from the others, and Karina shot Winter a mock glare. “Still? You’ve been holding onto that since ages ago, haven’t you?”

Winter shrugged, unbothered. “What can I say? It’s true.”

Ningning nudged Y/n again, her voice playful. “You’re too easy to mess with, oppa.”

Y/n sighed, feeling the warmth and humor of the moment wash over him. Despite all the teasing, despite the chaos that seemed to follow him wherever he went with these girls, there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

They might drive him crazy, but they were his chaos. And for now, that was enough.

“Alright, alright,” Y/n said, standing up and stretching his arms, trying to shake off the weirdness. “Enough of the massage stuff. I’ve got work to do.”

But as he moved to step away, Ningning and Winter shared a mischievous look, and before he knew it, they both lunged at him, tackling him back onto the couch in a fit of giggles.

“Not so fast, idiot,” Winter teased, pinning him down playfully. “You’re not off the hook that easily.”

Y/n laughed despite himself, trying to push them off. “You guys are relentless.”

“And you love it,” Ningning added with a wink.

Karina and Giselle looked on, shaking their heads with amused smiles.

"Guess you’ve got your hands full," Karina said, crossing her arms as she watched the chaos unfold.

Y/n sighed, glancing up at her with an exaggerated look of defeat. “Oh, wow. Thanks, Jimin.”