#clearly they don’t want bunnies that badly

[night-flare]

The bunnies have the zoomies and mischief is about to jump out of the pen again lol. Btw you can see my floor now yay progress sooo much cleaning tho 😭.

[charmercharm3r]

Make Love, Not Porn

Puppeteer

HHJ

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

18+ content — minors, do not interact

Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, barista!hyunjin x cam girl!reader, mutual masturbation, cum eating, oral (f receiving), faking orgasms, nonsexual showering together hehehe, lmk if I missed anything

Past Broadcasts : Heat Signature

Live : Puppeteer

Next Scheduled Broadcast : Hi, My Name Is

☆ﾟ

Fuck self control. Fuck whoever’s watching. Fuck him, and fuck him hard, you’ll do it on camera…

…Is what would’ve happened if your entire livelihood wasn’t excitedly tuning in to watch you masturbate.

It was difficult to watch him touch himself to you while not being able to so much as say his name when you wanted to so badly. All you wanted was to fall to your knees and suckle his leaking cock like it was a sweet treat, make him whimper and cry and beg you to let him cum until there isn’t anything left in his body. Only then would you climb up his body and ride him until he’s a subby ball of overstimulation and dry orgasms. That’s the fantasy.

“Fuck– wait, I’m gonna cum–”

“Have I kept you waiting long?”

A rather loud slap of skin on skin and the creaking of the bed in the background made your body jolt, you obviously had to peek a glance to make sure Hyunjin was okay. And he definitely was.

Both of his hands clasped over his mouth to repress the loud strings of moans turned into muffled heavy breathing and cum shooting from his tip to leave ribbons of white decorating his chest and abdomen. Hyunjin couldn’t keep his hips from rutting into the air as he fought the urge to sob out. 

What a good boy, you wanted to say, but returned your attention to the floods of comments pouring in.

“Sorry, I just got a new pet! He might make some noise, I’m still house training him. So don’t mind the disruptions! How are you today?” You leaned your elbows into the desk and intentionally squished your bra clad breasts together. There was a small grunt that caught your attention, stealing another glance at the boy who struggled to keep a lid on his excitement. Hyunjin had let his hands fall to the bed while he attempted to regain his composure, cum dripping down the sides of his body and cock still twitching, untouched.

Back to work.

“Oh, hard day? I’m sorry to hear that… I hope what I’ve got planned will make it all better, even just for a little while. I wanna get right to it, ‘m so excited!” Times like this, you were glad the camera didn’t show your face, you caught quick looks of Hyunjin sitting up onto his elbow, reaching for his dick again, determination on his face and clearly nowhere near finished.

“We’re taking things old fashioned today. Just me, you,” you wiggled your fingers beside your chest, “and the pretty manicure mister callingherdaddy helped me pick out. I do like purple, even got a set to match because you’ve been so generous. Thank you, sir.”

The comments scrolled faster than you could read, so you didn’t bother for the moment being. Instead, you took your time to pull your hair up, keeping it off your shoulders so that the camera wouldn’t pick up you looking in Hyunjin’s flustered direction. He watched your every movement like a hawk and you were the bunny, waiting for the moment you gave him the chance to swoop in, claws first.

Gently, slowly you ran your hands across your puffed chest, tugging the bra straps to drape off your shoulders as you leaned back in the chair. Hyunjin sucked in a deep breath and lightly massaged the area around his still hard cock at the possibility that you could take a good while, while he could take a good thirty seconds to blow again. But you didn’t really have the patience. It felt like an honor that he’d been so vulnerable with you. Though, maybe that was pushing it considering he’s still a man. Men think with their dicks, and he was certainly using every brain cell he had.

“I’m feeling a little needy. It won’t bother you if I get straight to it, will you?” Hyunjin held your stare with confidence, this time you truly were talking to him. He shook his head, no. “Good. Don’t mind if I help myself, then.”

You were so eager. Eager and wet. Sopping. Before taking off the panties, you hiked your knees onto the edge of the table and pressed your fingers to the darkened gusset. The wetness gushed outwards from the point of pressure and the both of you could hear the lewd slick sloshing between your folds. Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back again for a second as his head fell to the side, pretty lips parting for a heavy sigh. 

That fucking look in his eye, like he was ready to spring up and devour you at any given moment. You wanted him to and it was so difficult to resist. The pinging of the tips going off made you check the screen and slide the panties off but leaving it hanging off your ankle.

“Sorry, lovely, I can’t wait. Feel like I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The shy giggle you let out made Hyunjin smile too, a shit-eating smirk that made you wanna tie him to the bed posts naked and leave him there all night.

As soon as your fingers made contact with your puffy clit a horny moan pushed past your lips. It was hardly any pressure aside from the intense eye contact Hyunjin wouldn’t dare let die down. His hand dwindled higher to grab the base of his cock, stroking just the shortest bit to tease himself. It wasn’t the fact that you were touching yourself that got you so worked up, it was him. The pretty face that couldn’t break away from yours because he was hanging on every word you said.

Your fingers moved a little faster to rub the bundle of nerves in tight circles, perfect pressure to make your eyes flutter. “This is already too much for me. Ha, isn’t that funny? Fuck– feels so good. Just missing– mm– one thing. One big thing.” You gestured with your eyes down to his cock and watched as his entire body tensed up, hand slapping over his mouth again to conceal a groan.

Hyunjin’s body felt on fire, like the cum leaking from him was made of molten lava and it burned in the best way possible. He loved the way your hole clenched the quicker you circled your fingers, how your toes would curl when you pushed harder, the slow rakes of your gaze up and down his lean body, how you’d linger a little longer on the way his hand wrapped around his cock like you were memorizing the way he liked to be touched. It was because you were, still jotting down mental notes of every nook and cranny of his body because you wanted to know it like you knew your own. Don’t tell him that, though.

“Look at that,” you pried your hand away to spread your fingers to show the camera the stickiness between them. Hyunjin couldn’t see it very well, but when you brought your fingers to your mouth and moaned, he got the idea and jerked his cock a little faster. “Mmm, would you taste me? I know you’d be so good with your tongue.

“I don’t think I’ll last long, lovely. It’s so hard to hold back when I think of you.”

Hyunjin matched your now frenzying speed, fucking his hand tighter when you switched hands rubbing at your clit to slide them down to your hole. Oh, you were glistening all over, sweating under the mutual heat both you and the barista were giving off. His wrist occasionally twisted while you attempted to curl your fingers at the right angle, but as well as you knew your body, you knew you’d never be able to reach unless you suddenly learned the secrets of a contortionist within the next few seconds.

Aching limbs, pussy growing more and more used to the ministrations the longer your orgasm refused to come to light, you were ready to fake one just to give your wrist and cunt a break. Even Hyunjin could see the slight difficulty, but wasn’t really sure of why. You’d seemed perfectly fine on your own during all those other live streams where you weren’t using a toy. But when he thought a little harder, the only time there wasn’t an extra source of stimulus, be it that a grinder, vibrator, dildo, there was always an extra set of hands. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, any person you’d collaborate with for the time being. You called it an “old fashioned” type of stream tonight, but didn’t think it entirely through.

Because you were really struggling, as in to the point where your eyebrows were furrowing and biting your bottom lip to hide the desperate whimpers that hinted to your viewers that you weren’t truly as close as you said you were.

He was right there. He was so close, pretty lips plumped ready to be used and big hands fisting his cock instead of being around your neck. How come this was suddenly an issue? Now that he’s here and you can’t have him, you can’t cum?

As you could see him visibly getting nearer to his end, you mouthed, “come here,” looked at the spot next to your desk and out of view of the camera for him to stand. Hyunjin rushed to the spot and tried to keep the sloshing, slick sounds of his jerking as quiet as possible. You could smell him, his musky scent and hint of coffee grounds that made your mind numb. The atmosphere rose a few degrees as the sweat dripped down his temple and onto his reddening chest. Fuck, everything about him made you want to cut the stream short, end it right here and blame it on a power outage or something, make up an excuse just because you wanted him so fucking badly.

It’s a problem, one that got you so frustrated that you did fake an orgasm, the whole shebang. Your body convulsed, you clamped your pussy around your fingers and let out a moan that seemed maybe a little too forced. But you didn’t care. The orgasm that was on the tip of your tongue could wait the few seconds it took to say your parting words. With Hyunjin at your side, you slipped your hand off to the side to rake your nails down his thigh, feeling him shudder beneath the touch.

“Told you, I couldn’t wait, he he he. ‘M sorry for ending things a little early today. I think that new pet of mine is very eager to play. I promise, we’ll have more fun next time. See you soon, lovely.” You took your hand from Hyunjin to do your sign off and click the ending button. As soon as you did, he rumbled a moan you could tell he’d been dying to let out.

You spun in your chair to face him entirely and spread your legs again. Just as you did, his fist sped up, no longer caring about the noise he made. Rubbing at your clit was his last straw, looking up at him with those desperate, watery eyes.

“Cum, baby. I need you.” The breathy whine, you almost begging him, Hyunjin panicked for a second until you gestured at your cunt, “but if you make a mess, you clean it up, pet.”

He didn’t hesitate even after knowing the consequences. But to Hyunjin, getting to lick his cum off your pussy was definitely not a consequence he’d ever complain about. “Ah– shit, gonna cum– fuck, you’re so pretty. Such a pretty pussy, oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Within the few inches closer he came, he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer and initially missed the first rope or two of cum and splattered it over your thighs, the rest then spreading between your folds with every rub of your fingers on your clit, making even more of a mess than necessary. It was so warm and slippery, your eyes fluttered for a second at the sensation. But you wanted more, too needy to even think about what could come from this.

Before Hyunjin had entirely come down, you reached up to push him down by the shoulders, bringing him to his knees with his face in front of your puffy cunt. He was ready to go to town, but still waited for you to tell him that it was okay. And at just a nod and a small moan, he dove in, licking his seed off your pussy like frosting on a cake. He didn’t know he could taste so sweet when your juices mixed with his.

And dear fucking god, how warm you were. He wasn’t sure where he wanted to start and just sort of went in everywhere. Fat tongue licking stripes up and down and covering every inch he possibly could, messily lathering your bundle of nerves in his saliva just to make it sound sloppier when he finally suctioned it between his lips. He was a master at that, you knew his lips wouldn’t fail to make your legs shake. You wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair, but even that felt like crossing a line.

Was there really a line, though, now that his head was between your legs? It didn’t matter right now, he was doing too good of a job for you to worry about the after part.

Hyunjin slurped and suckled on you until you were moaning out for him, gripping at the armrests of your desk chair and borderline screaming because he was just what you needed. He looked up at you between breaths, smiling into your pussy while softly palming at his cock again. Taking a second for you to gather yourself, he licked up the leftover cum that covered your thighs, gently kissing his way back to where you wanted him.

Even if it was only a few seconds he’d pulled away, you whined when his lips connected to you again. It felt like a broken powerline, the electricity that coursed through you when he buried his face in your warmest parts.

As he sucked in, the tip of his tongue wiggled softly over your clit, and that strange, wonderful feeling made your hands shoot out to grab onto his hair, gripping onto it so tightly that the brief idea it might rip out did cross your mind. Just for a split second, though, because he didn’t stop even as you tugged him in closer, as close as physically possible without your bodies somehow miraculously phasing into one another.

“Fuck, fuck fuck– don’t stop, baby. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” He hummed in acknowledgement, and that little detail is what sent you flying over the handlebars and face first into the pavement for your orgasm to clean sweep through your body. The heat overtook every one of your nerves to make you unsure of whether or not you were completely silent in bliss or screaming at the top of your lungs from the intense euphoria.

Has it always been like that? Were your orgasms always that… vivid? If that’s even the right word for it. Part of you didn’t want to let him go even after the high subsided, content with just running your fingers through his hair. Hyunjin didn’t seem to mind, he was mindlessly kitten licking the rest of his cum off the parts of you he’d missed, head contently laid in the crook of your pelvis. As your heart rate slowed, you tapped the top of his head gently so you could look at him properly.

The bottom half of his face was glistening in juices, yours, his, probably mostly yours. But also, his cheeks were a bright red to match the tops of his ears, and his gaze was no longer carnal but plainly tender, stars and warm pink mood lights making him sparkle. Kindly, you leaned forward to take his chin in your hand and swipe the lingering fluids from his lips and Hyunjin smiled.

“Did so good,” you cooed. He leaned his head into your palm. “Wanna, maybe, shower?”

“Mhm.”

You helped him to stand up and guide him into the bathroom to start the water. He was shaky without your being there to stabilize him, probably more sensitive than he was letting on. When you turned to leave, he reached out for your arm. “Just getting us some towels,” Hyunjin nodded and awkwardly waited in the middle of the bathroom until you returned. His face lit up seeing the multiple towels in your hand.

“You’re coming in with me?”

“Of course,” setting them down and opening the shower door for him to enter. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t?”

Your apartment only had one bathroom, all of the stuff in here was yours. Your soap, your shampoo, all of your hair masks and body exfoliators, it was just you. Prospectively, Hyunjin knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up about this, about you helping him. You were just doing a service. But then again, you also contradicted yourself. He hadn’t prepared to touch you today, let alone even come into your apartment. This was unfamiliar territory. Does he thank you? Does he kiss you? God, he wants to kiss you. Does he ask what you are now?

You maneuvered him under the water first, gently tilting his head back to let the stream soak his hair. It ran down his cheeks, down his chest and body as his eyes quietly closed under the warmth of the water and your hands. Your touch was feather light, he might’ve thought he was daydreaming if you weren’t softly instructing him when you wanted him to move. Even that put him into such a dream-like, hazy state. If this was all that was to come from meeting you, he wouldn’t mind. 

The lather of the shampoo filled his nostrils to make him open his eyes, seeing you bubbling it between your hands. Hyunjin’s only thought in his head was how beautiful you were, skin damp and wet, rosy cheeks, so domestic and loving. He didn’t notice the small grin playing along his lips when you reached up to massage the shampoo into his hair. You smiled back, though. Just briefly, but he saw it. Warmth filled his chest and pushed his head harder into your hands. “Smells good,” he murmured.

“Do you like orange blossoms?”

“Is that what it is?” He didn’t care enough to look away from your face.

“Mhm.” You were finished with the task much sooner than he wanted. Just as you were about to reach for the body wash, he put his hands on your shoulders to switch places. You stood under the water with a confused expression. “You don’t have to do that,” you said softly while he grabbed the shampoo bottle.

“I want to.”

His attempt at washing your hair was nowhere near as tranquil for you as it was for him. He did his best, but didn’t put enough shampoo in his hands and had to keep going back for more, dropping the bottle a few times. It made you laugh, your sweet giggles making his embarrassment worth it. When he tried to help you rinse it out, he forgot to put his hand on your forehead to keep the suds from getting into your eyes, embarrassment rushing immediately back. Even then, you laughed and smiled and went along with the domestic role playing for as long as he wanted.

It made his heart flutter the most as it was time to cleanse his body. Your hands running up and down, feeling him everywhere, even the most intimate of places. You asked him if it was okay first before traversing further south. Honestly, he didn’t mind you touching him there, even if he was flaccid. For some reason, he trusted you. The way you spoke before about intimacy and human connections made every minute detail feel larger than it was. Like he was connected to a set of strings, being pulled in any direction you wanted and manipulating his every move, he didn’t care, not when it was you controlling him this way. Hyunjin was ready to do anything you asked. He wasn’t even thinking about sex as your fingers grazed his soft cock to get to his thighs. Not so much as a twitch when you looked down at his private area to make sure you rinsed everything thoroughly. That’s not because he suddenly wasn’t attracted to you, but because he was so fucking attracted to you that he didn’t feel the need to think about sex every second he was with you to maintain that attraction. It was a rare emotion to feel, and desperately held onto it.

For you, you were masking the little pang of hurt when there was no physical reaction to being in the shower with you. He didn’t so much as try to kiss you, didn’t try to touch you other than shampooing your hair and hardly laying a finger on you to soap.

It was the post nut clarity. It happens every time. Why did you think he’d be any different? There was one thing all men wanted. He got it, on to the next.

Men are selfish. Which is why he jumped at the opportunity to leave after the two of you were done cleaning up. It went similar to your usual interaction with male partners;

“Did you want to stay the night? In case you’re too tired?”

“No, no, I should get home. I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.”

“It’s no trouble.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

He changed, took one of your offered snacks for the road, and left.

And you weren’t planning to ever show your face in that coffee shop ever again.

Hyunjin was skipping home after leaving your place. He had a plan to get you to want to see him again. The only reason you didn’t take him up on your offer of staying the night was because he didn’t want you to think he wanted to go further. He’d snuck one of the other specially doodle cardboard cup sleeves he kept in his apron onto your cam desk with his phone number written on it, also a sweet message that would hopefully make you smile.

He’d fought the urge to kiss you all night, really kiss you. Not the “I wanna stick my dick in you,” kind of kiss, but the “I wanna make you breakfast in the morning and lend you my sweaters so they smell like you,” kind of kiss. All he thought about the whole walk home was just that, he was literally skipping down the sidewalk.

When he came home his roommates asked why he was so late and why he looked so disgustingly happy. Glowing was how Seungmin put it. Hyunjin was absolutely glowing.

But that glow faded over the next few days when you didn’t call him. You didn’t come into the coffee shop. You were still doing your usual streams, and that stung a little, seeing you but not seeing you. He should’ve asked for your phone number instead of leaving his. God, that was so fucking stupid of him to do.

Maybe he misread the entire situation. You got yours, he got his, there was no reason for you to ever speak again. That had to have been the reason you never reached out. And it fucking sucked. He hated it. He had a taste of you– literally tasted you– and was forced to quit you dead cold. It was miserable. He was miserable. The strings were cut and he was a lifeless piece of hollowed out wood. He tipped you during your streams just like before, he knew you knew it was him, but you slowly stopped acknowledging it. Hyunjin didn’t quit, he kept telling you how much he wanted you in the only way he knew how. Until you told him you didn’t want him, he was going to try.

Then Seungmin, ever the big brained menace he is, suggested that he should just stop by your place. Seungmin didn’t know details, he didn’t know who you were or what your job was, just that his roommate was sulking over a girl that was purposefully ignoring him. Hyunjin’s roommate didn’t think the barista would take it literally.

After Hyunjin got off work the next day, he made your favorite drink and even used one of his weekly free bakery items to bring as an extra apology gift. He picked up some flowers from a nearby floral shop, had them write your name in that pretty cursive and it even made the worker blush. They told him, “whoever these are for must either be very special or about to get a hefty apology.”

Hyunjin answered, “both.”

He wasn’t even sure if you’d be home, it wasn’t one of your streaming nights. Still, he hoped and prayed that you were. Hyunjin hesitated to knock, he hadn’t seen you in person in a week and felt the anxiety bubbling in his belly. But he missed you, more than he’d ever missed anyone. If he felt like this now, what was he to do if you were home and rejected him a second time? He doesn’t know if he could handle that.

Still, he found the courage to knock, barely audible but loud enough that you came to the door. Hyunjin stood up straighter, took a deep breath, and waited for the door to swing open. But it didn’t. Did you trip and fall? Did you need help? He swears that it was your footsteps he heard coming.

He stood in waiting, returning to holding his breath after knocking one more time. Nothing came. 

☆ﾟ

tags: @sensitiveandhungry @babebatter @changbinluvr @epiphanynaffit @fawnpeaks @linovely @dumplinbokkieracha @finnydraws @naturules @djeniryuu @skzhomiehopper @yesv01 @hyunjinsamdl @dazzlingligth @alexis-reads-fics @0002linoskitten @chillichillicrabcrab23 @zerefdragn33l @straycrescent @binnies-donuts @soldierstangirl-blog @bakedlilgoonie @levanterlily @shelbyyy44 @yeetmehome @in2heartz @astroodledream @the-sweetest-rose @lilbugs-things @viviennenstan @staurdvst @alex--awesome--22 @imzenning @jeyelleohe @iadorethemskz @skyvastbunny @mamabymychem @katsukis1wife @woozarts @noellllslut @straykids5star

[lavouredior]

I will literally sell you my soul for some bratty!male!bunny!reader x top!Angel Dust (if you're open to that ofc no pressure🙏) p.s I read your works and they were great! <3

AHHHHHHHHHHHH me trying to write male reader is gonna bring me back to my wattpad days ( shivers ) this is also super short so like . . . my bad

warnings: NSFW, 18+, practically porn without plot, orgasm denial, angel refers to reader as bunny ( & dumb bunny), he/him pronouns used, valentino mentioned, ari doesn’t know how to write men or angel dust should be a warning in itself, idk wtf i’m doing but we’re doing it for the anon !!!!!

“you know i don’t know why the dumb moth man likes you as a pornstar so much.” you liked to work up angel dust. it was a given! you’d stayed at the hotel for a couple weeks now. you were too scared of alastor after he made a comment about how he thinks bunny blood tastes amazing, charlie’s energy level was way too high for you, vaggie was well . . . vaggie, husk and angel were really the only people you talked to.

“bunny, i love ya, but i’m not in the mood.” angel was never “in the mood” anymore, mostly due to the fact valentino had a whole meltdown about how angel went off on him that one time. but you loved to push buttons. it was pretty much all you did. good thing you were too scared to be around alastor or cannibal town would’ve had a field day with you by now.

“oh but i’m in the mood!” you flashed the spider demon a smile “i mean i’m just saying. you can’t possibly fuck that good for him to wanna keep you around.” husk sighed at that last comment, expecting angel to go on a whole rant about how good at sex he is. but instead angel just death glared you before getting up and walking to his room. “oh fuck.” you mumbled before following after him.

“ya here to diss my sex abilities more bunny?” you thought about it for a second before smiling at the demon “i mean if you wanna tell me i’m wrong you could always prove it.”

angel thought about it for a second before pushing you onto his bed. “i hope ya know what ya gettin into bunny.” you nodded smiling. “why do you think i push buttons?”

angel shook his head before taking his shorts off and signaling you to do the same. when you didn’t he just shook his head and started to take them off you himself. “dumb bunny” he mumbled before pinning your arms down. “kick me or somethin if you wanna stop okay bunny?” with that you kicked his leg jokingly causing angel to sigh. “nevermind. say red if you wanna stop.” he said before thrusting into you.

“fuck” you moaned eliciting a chuckle out of angel. “barely started fucking ya and you’re already moaning ya dumb bunny. if ya just wanted to fuck me that badly ya coulda just asked!”

angel knew his abilities. he knew he was great in bed. that’s why he got paid so much, he knew even the dumbest of demons couldn’t ever even THINK otherwise. so when his little bunny started saying stuff about how he was in bed he knew it was all for the other demon.

“ya know at this rate i might end up fuckin the brat outta ya!” he said, clearly making fun of you moving ur hips backwards against his thrusts. “i thought you were a bottom!” you mustered out . . . not completely together and probably not even close to a full sentence with how long it took to come out of your mouth but angel got the point, well. he got the point he wanted to get. which to him was his dumb little bunny shouldn’t be able to have anything coming out of his mouth except moans. which in return caused angel to start thrusting harder

you heard a couple of moans come from the man behind you and within seconds he was coming inside of you. you were close and angel knew that. angel wasn’t the nicest of tops . . . especially to bratty bunnies. so after he came he pulled out and started getting dressed again. “w-what are you doing?” you stuttered at the spider, who did nothing but let out a chuckle. “ya really thought i’d let ya come after that brattiness?”

[iznaekkoya]

nightmares ~ tomioka mai x reader

After years of having more nightmares in a week than not, you’ve gotten used to waking up tired. Your parents tried to quell the subsequent rampant caffeine addiction, but they gave up quickly when they saw how useless you become without it, trudging through the day more or less zombielike.

You may be as used to the terror of the nightmares as someone realistically can be, but you won’t ever be used to the exhaustion.

“Are you listening?” Saebi asks, snapping a finger in front of your face. She’s backlit from the giant art room window, her bunny ears casting a funny shadow that you’d laugh at in any other circumstance. “Y/N. It’s like you’re not even here, what’s going on?”

You groan, and rub a hand down your dry, tired face. “Is it that bad?”

“I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said in twenty minutes.”

“We’ve been here for twenty minutes?”

Saebi shoots you a look of concern. “Are you okay? Like, actually?”

“Sorry,” you bemoan, “I slept so badly last night.”

“Did you have a nightmare?” she asks, but the look of pity tells you she already knows the answer.

You nod, and slump forward onto your desk. With the fake elf ears and crown, it’s difficult to find a comfortable position. “It was really bad, too. More realistic than usual.”

Saebi ruffles your hair, and it’s comforting. “I’m sorry. Can I do anything?”

Maybe a lobotomy, to get rid of the pounding headache. But you don’t want to concern her any further, so you just shake your head. “No. Not unless you have an iced latte with vanilla cold foam hidden somewhere in that fur coat.”

“Try and sleep,” she offers, smiling sympathetically. “I’ll wake you up for lunch.”

Thank god for Jeong Saebi, you think, as you drift off.

👻

After a––thankfully dreamless––nap, your headache is gone, but the bone-deep exhaustion remains. You have no idea how you’re going to make it through world history without any caffeine. You struggle to get through that class on a normal day, much less one where you’re basically non-functioning.

“Y/N,” Ms. Kim says, pointing the end of her ruler at you. “What date was D-Day?”

Your brain short circuits. Honestly, in your current state, you don’t even remember what D-Day is, much less when it is. You sit there for several awkward seconds, mouth opening and closing, struggling to get yourself to say anything, when the door opens.

It smacks against the wall harder than probably intended, going by the quiet mumbling coming from the obstructed doorway.

“Mai,” Ms. Kim says, clearly as surprised as everyone else is to hear that name. “What on Earth are you doing?”

Huh? But Mai is in her usual seat right next to yo––

Nope. In your stupor, you didn’t even notice that your seat partner wasn’t in the room at all. Just embarrassing, really.

“Sorry, miss,” comes a familiar voice from the doorway. “My phone died when I was out getting lunch, and I lost track of time. It won’t happen again, I swear!”

Ms. Kim, flabbergasted, doesn’t even scold her like she usually does for tardiness. She just steps aside, and lets Mai pass to sit in her seat beside you.

Donning a blue gingham dress over a white frilly shirt, with red heels and her hair tied into pigtails, Mai saunters into the room.

She’s Dorothy, your mind supplies after an embarrassingly long time. She looks so cute.

What draws your eye, though, is the distinctly not-Dorothy like iced coffee in the hand not occupied by a basket. Your eyes draw to it like a moth to flame, or like a very, very tired person to an easy metaphor. Or simile. You can’t remember, right now.

“I like your elf costume,” she whispers, sitting down. “You look adorable.”

At the very least, you have enough wits about you to blush. “Thank you, Mai. Dorothy looks good on you, too. You should wear your hair like that more often.”

She smiles into her hand. “What did I miss?”

“Kim terrorizing me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “You got here just in time. My hero.”

“Well then, “ she says, grinning. “I am definitely going to be your favorite person today.”

She reaches to the table in front of you and grabs the iced coffee, and, like an angel sent from above, she hands it to you.

“Oh my god,” you say, mouth open. “I would die for you.”

“Yeah, well,” she says, leaning into her hand. “I couldn’t help it. Not when you looked so miserable today. I had to do something to make you smile again.”

Your heart flutters. “You didn’t have to do this. Thank you.”

“I wanted to,” is all she says, before she turns back to the lesson.

For a while, you just stare at her stunning side-profile, the loose strands of hair framing her face, taking the time to catalogue which you think are intentional, and which are from her fussing with them all day. The thought makes you smile, brings a warmth to your chest that always appears around her.

She means so much to you. You should say it more often.

“Mai?” You say, before she gets too absorbed in the lesson.

“Yeah?” She says, eyes soft and beautiful. Expectant.

You grab one of her hands in your own. “You’ve always been my favorite person.”

[mochiwritesstuff]

Laugh

Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader

Warnings: nothing really, just a bit of angst

Once again her laugh made him burst into a fit of giggles. You wondered why he only paid attention to her, only laughed at her when you clearly went out of your way to get his attention. You watched as Karl mined more blocks, quickly standing on top of the block of wood he would soon mine only for him to barely chuckle at your character falling in front of his and continue on with his previous conversation with Tina, breaking into another fit of giggles at one of her jokes. 

The longer you sat there the worse you felt like you didn’t belong. Talking would be between the two of them, even when you did speak you only received a dry reply. You finally gave up, figuring that he wouldn’t notice the lack of your presence.

“Hey, I forgot. Alex asked me to record something with him so I’m gonna go.” You lied in hopes of some acknowledgment. When you got no response you exited the game and call, finally allowing yourself to break down. As if he’d see it, you sent him a text, telling him you left the house and where you went. Grabbing a few things, you walked to the nearby park.

The cool breeze surrounded you as you trudged to a spot near a tree. Tears pricked your eyes as you sent down a blanket and removed your shoes. It was unbelievable, he asked you to join him and Tina in Minecraft only for him to forget you were even there. It would hurt even if it had been the first time but he’d been doing this for a few weeks now. Days he wasn’t filming videos he’d be spending with Tina.

“Fuck you, Karl,” you muttered, lying down and letting tears fall freely. After what felt like hours, your eyelids grew heavy. You sighed and let your eyes close and allowed sleep to consume you. ~ “Y/N, wake up bunny.” whispered a soft voice. You cracked open your eyes, seeing a mop of fluffy brown hair in front of you.

“Karl?” you mumbled, sitting up, rubbing your eyes, and wiping your mouth.

“What’re you doing out here and why are your eyes red and puffy. Were you crying?” he asked, scanning your face and putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I just needed some fresh air, I’m fine.” you brushed his concern, standing up and picking up your things.

“You don’t look like you’re fine, what happened?” he pushed.

“It doesn’t matter, let's go home,” you said, already starting to walk away. You knew you'd have to say something eventually but you didn’t want to have this conversion right now, you were tired and wanted to go to sleep.

“Please, let me hel-”

“Fine, you wanna know what it is. It’s you, Karl, you and fucking Tina!” you yelled, cutting him off. When he didn’t say anything you continued. “For weeks now you’ve been blowing me off for her, everything you do is with her. You stopped noticing me because of her. I’m your fucking partner Karl, not her so please stop fuckin ignoring me you know how I get when I’m alone for too long. I’m sorry if I sound clingy or needy but I have every right to be after not having anything for weeks.” He was shocked, he hadn’t realized he’d been neglecting you for so long and hurt you so badly.

“I’m so sorry, I-”

“No, don’t even bother saying you’re sorry. If you are, you'll prove it to me somehow but saying that means nothing.” You stared at him, you felt bad for snapping but after weeks of neglect, you couldn’t take it anymore. You looked away and walked back to your shared home, not bothering to look back to see if he was following. 

Once inside, you made your way to the bathroom. The only thing you wanted right now was to shower and sink into your mattress. You took your time showering, letting every emotion wash away. When you got out, you were met with the sight of Karl on the bed, a fresh pair of pj’s and underwear laid out for you. You thanked him and quickly changed into them. Finishing your nightly routine, you lay in bed, facing the wall, and closed your eyes. ~ The smell of food woke you up from your slumber. Yawning, you slowly stood and stretched your body. Walking down the stairs, you entered the kitchen to see your favorite breakfast out on the table.

“Eat quickly, we have plans today,” Karl said, placing your drink next to the food. You thanked him and sat down. The food looked amazing for someone that's not the best at cooking.

“Plans?” you questioned, taking a bite.

“Yup, we’re gonna spend the whole day together, no interruptions,” he said cheerfully, seating himself next to you. “You don’t need to dress up too much by the way.” you nodded and continued on with your meal. ~ “Karl, can you take this blindfold off me now? You asked as Karl grabbed your hand and dragged you with him. You both had spent the day going to stores, arcades, and even watched two movies. When he told you he had one last surprise for you, you didn’t expect him to put a blindfold and bring you to who knows where at 11 at night. “You know I don’t like surprises.” He giggled at you before finally stopping.

“Give me ten seconds to fix something, then I’ll let you take it off.” You could hear a bit of rustling as he put the finishing touches on his surprise. “Okay, go ahead” You gasped softly as you removed the blindfold and saw a large blanket set out on the ground, your favorite take-out on top along with a CD player and CDs of your favorite songs. You could see a few more blankets and pillows set on the side as you looked around. You turned to face Karl with a big smile on your face.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you proper attention lately,” he said, taking your hand in his. “The guys helped me set this up while you and I went out. I hope today made you less mad at me. I mean it's fine if you still are cause I can keep wor-” you cut him off with a soft peck on his lips.

“I’m not mad baby, I promise," you said, a soft smile on your face. “Today is perfect, thank you, baby.” 

Karl giggled before pulling you in for another soft kiss, pouring all his love into it as he held you close to him. After pulling away he kept you close to him as he layed down on the blanket, grabbing another to lay on top of you both.

"I love you," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "I love you too."

[bananielle]

hi vivi 🍪🩷🎀 i'm not sure if u're a bunny but i know u like danielle, so i was just wondering how you feel about the whole nwjns situation going on rn? it's such a mess :((

hi berry love!! 🍓💓💝 i am a bunny!! :3 and yeah you’re so totally right :( when i initially heard the news they were leaving ador i was like yay!! good for them they’re free FINALLY!! but then i actually looked into how it happened and my heart brokeeee :( every single adult in their lives (including their parents!!!!) have failed them completely. they’re so so young and in a very vulnerable position, and clearly emotional (rightfully so) but i just don’t understand their choice in holding that press conference and saying they’re terminating their contract (…but also continuing with schedules?). they’ve been manipulated and groomed so badly by mhj i truly blame her for all of this. it seems like the girls aren’t fully grasping the legal implications of potentially terminating their contract and all the monetary consequences they’ll face because of it. like i’m not a lawyer but this doesn’t seem good at all and it’s probably gonna take a few years minimum for this to be resolved if they don’t come to an agreement with ador/hybe. i love them so much and i’ll always support them :( i truly want the best for them and i’ll be rooting for them through all this

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty nine

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

read other chapters

november 19, 2018 san diego, california orion

Today is the final day of the tour, and it’s also the day that they’re in Madrid. I should be there, and I know that fact very well. Emelia is off for Thanksgiving break, so I would’ve been, too. We could have gone, but instead, we are at my family’s house doing practically nothing. 

I spend a long time in the shower. It’s nice to stand under the stream of water because it camouflages my tears. There’s no clarity whether the droplets are tears or water and that keeps me feeling a little less shitty for how much I’ve been crying lately.

It feels like any time I get a moment alone I start crying. 

Missing Calum is hard enough, but knowing how little life I have left to live is an awful, gut wrenching feeling. 

I’ve had my phone in hand with Calum’s contact open far too many times to count. I’ve typed messages and deleted them. I’ve even considered deleting his contact altogether to make reaching out to him next to impossible since I clearly don’t have the guts to reach out and it’ll torment me every day. 

I want him here with me. I do. I want that more than anything. I can’t even call it a change of heart because I know that’s what I’ve always wanted. Some kind of switch flipped in me when I saw the pictures of him with Paula and I finally admitted it to myself. 

That should be me is all I could think, staring at the photos of them hugging, leaning close to each other to talk at the bar. I’ve craved a hug from Calum from the moment he left me.

One of the worst thoughts I’ve had is what if I reach out and he doesn’t reply? What if I’m too late? What if I’ve fucked it all up beyond repair? That fear is one of the many things holding me back. I’m scared to reach out and it ends up that I’m still alone and aching to have him home with me.

I’m still scared of the idea of watching me die and how that will take a toll on him. The thought is still terrifying, but I still, selfishly, want him to be with me. 

I haven’t told anyone this. I’m sure the second I tell Emelia she will grab my phone and call him herself.

Em and I are planning on streaming the Madrid show if we can tonight, assuming someone goes live to share the show. She said if she has to she will call Crystal and have her Facetime us the whole time, but that’s not my favorite option. 

I finish up my shower and get dressed in another random combination of sweatpants and sweatshirt, putting on my bunny slippers that my moms got me for my birthday. I don’t know how I’ve made it to 22 without a pair, but I’m grateful for the adorable, cozy footwear regardless. I find Emelia in my bedroom when I exit the bathroom, scrolling on her phone, perched on the edge of my bed that she must have decided to make for me. 

“Paula and Lucia are with them,” she announces, holding her phone up to me.

I get closer to her, sitting next to her on my bed so she can give me her phone. It’s opened to Paula’s Instagram story, which is a photo of her hand, complete with her new, dazzling engagement ring, Lucia’s hand, and Calum’s hand, all three reaching for a box of donuts from my favorite donut shop in Madrid. She has the location tagged at Retiro. 

“For old time’s sake,” she wrote on top. 

I tap the screen, letting the next image on her story show. It’s a selfie of Paula, Lucia, Calum, Luke, Sierra, and Crystal. They’re sitting by the water at Retiro. I should be there. I wish I was there. 

I sigh, closing out of the Instagram app and giving Em her phone back. “Looks like they’re having fun,” I say, my voice cracking as I try to stifle the tears I have forming in my eyes.

Emelia wraps an arm around me and rests her head on my shoulder. “I’m sure they all wish you were there just as badly as you want to be there.”

I sniffle and wipe the tears from my eyes. “Maybe.”

She sighs and thankfully doesn’t say anything else about it. “C’mon, come help me write my paper. I don’t wanna have to deal with it on Thanksgiving.” 

If it was up to me, I’d spend the rest of the day in bed alone, but when Em is here, she gives me only one allowance of wallow-in-bed-and-pretend-to-nap time per day. It’s been almost every day that I tell her I want to take a nap and then instead I just lay in bed and cry. I’m sure she knows that’s what I actually do, but we don’t talk about it.

—

As if she could read my mind from all those miles away, Paula goes live for the concert. As far as I can tell, she’s in the VIP section. It doesn’t look like many other people are watching her live, so I’m almost certain she is streaming just for me. 

Emelia and I watch together, curled up in the guest bedroom with a bottle of wine and a huge bowl of popcorn. We sing along the whole time, tears in my eyes for most of it. It’s my first and only time seeing the show from the whole tour. I knew it would hurt too much after the breakup, and before I wanted to be surprised by it in San Diego. Em and I both knew I needed to see it at least once. I didn’t think through the fact that I possibly wouldn’t actually see the San Diego show. 

Calum not singing his verses in Amnesia and Ghost of You cuts me deeply, which has been true since the breakup based on Twitter, and both Emelia and I cry when they play those two. Cal doesn’t even face the crowd during those songs.

As the show nears its end, in a break after Jet Black Heart, Calum steps to his microphone.

“Madrid!” He starts, and Luke and Michael snap their heads to him, shocked. I guess they weren’t expecting him to take a talking break. The crowd cheers loudly at his pronunciation, since he says it like Mah-dree rather than Muh-drid. He hadn’t spoken the whole show, and, if I know Calum, he hasn’t been speaking much on tour at all, especially not in the wake of the breakup. 

“Excuse me if I fuck this up, but I asked a friend to help me with this translation. If it’s wrong, blame her,” he says and he laughs. 

“He’s talking about me,” I hear Paula say. She knows I’m watching. I’m sure of it. 

“Tu ciudad tiene un pedazo enorme de mi corazón. Te he extrañado y te quiero.” Calum fumbles through the Spanish that he reads off a scrap of paper. The crowd screams louder then than they have so far for anything else they’ve done tonight. I’m sure no one expected Calum to have said more than two or three words in Spanish, so it’s exciting to have him say something beyond te quiero and gracias.

“Uh, back to English,” he says while he tucks the piece of paper into his back pocket. “I’m sure some of you know why I love this city, and that’s never going to change. Thank you for having us tonight, the last night of this tour. You’ve been incredible and we will never forget you. This next one is one of my favorites, and again, I’m sure some of you know why. Let’s take it home, okay? This is Want You Back!” 

The lights turn off and the room of people screams when the opening notes resound throughout the arena they’re playing. Throughout this song, Calum actually bobs his head and sways a little, getting into the music the way he used to but hasn’t throughout the entire show. He seemingly stares directly at Paula’s phone, and I wonder if he knows she’s streaming the show for me to watch it. 

“Are you gonna call him?” Emelia asks in the middle of the song.

I look to her, tears filling my eyes again. “I don’t know, Em. I’m scared.”

She doesn’t say anything else then, just nods. 

At the end of Want You Back, which is supposed to be their last song aside from the encore, Michael and Ashton take their bows and Luke and Calum just clap at them. Michael and Ash look confused, but just wave to the crowd. They check behind their shoulders and find Calum and Luke still at their mic stands, but they continue their exit from the stage.  

“Madrid, for an extra something special this evening, Calum and I decided we’d like to treat you to a little surprise,” Luke says. From the side of the stage, an acoustic guitar is being brought to Luke. 

“If it’s alright with you, I’m gonna steal Luke’s mic stand!” Calum says into his mic. The crowd cheers and he hands his bass to the stage tech that brought Luke the guitar. Cal is now center stage, looking incredibly nervous. “We’ve never played this one before, but we hope you like it.” 

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you

Calum sings softly while Luke strums the guitar. Luke is smiling widely at Calum like he’s a proud parent. 

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so

Cal is crying again, but he manages to sing each word clearly. 

And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry

Every word seems to cause another tear in my eyes. Their cover of Yellow is officially my new favorite of theirs, and I know Cal chose it for me. It’s as clear as day. As they finish the song, the crowd erupts again, and then Luke holds his arms out to Cal, encouraging everyone to applaud him specifically. Cal bows and takes a step back, his hand resting on his chest. He waits for Luke to bow too before they walk offstage together.

As soon as they’re off the stage and the crowd starts to beg for an encore, Paula flips her phone around so we can see her, Lucia, Marta, and Crystal huddled together and smiling. 

“For you!” Paula screams and then she turns the camera back so the boys can finish their usual set.

I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but Calum has just made me feel way more loved than I deserve, and it makes me want to reach out even more, but I still don’t know if I can or how I should. I officially want — no, need him back in my life. I need him by my side. I don’t know what it’ll take for it to happen and I’m terrified of whatever will be in between, but I know I’ll feel much better when he’s back in my life. 

Em looks at me with teary eyes as the boys take the stage again. 

“Em... I miss him so much.”

She hugs me tightly. “I know you do.”

read next chapter

a/n: something's brewing!!!!!!! :')

[gurokichi]

WE NEED TO PLAY MINECRAFT TOGETHER UGH. soon i promise😔😔 i feel like a total fraud because i first won you over by telling you how many pet mooshrooms and ender dragons i keep, and then you wanted to play minecraft with me!! it’s not my fault my laptop broke and i don’t have minecraft on mobile at such inconvenient timing… 😭 you could take all the diamonds in our world, i’m too lazy to find and mine them!! i prefer quartz, for…… no particular reason 🥰 (building) but i’m also too scared to go into the nether. i hate hate hate wither skeletons and blazes and all other scary nether mobs. piglins are cute though. i want to keep them as pets. are you keeping track of all the pets we need to keep, by the way? because i require them desperately also i am too scared to fight anything i will hide behind trees and you can fight the scary mobs. YOU COULD BE A KILLER BUNNY WAIT. was that a minecraft thing?? i vaguely remember something about it where like it’s really rare to spawn from a rabbit spawn egg and then i kept spamming rabbit spawn eggs and my killer bunny never arrived. i wanted to keep it as a pet. this was three years ago and i have been disappointed since ALSO ABOUT YOUR REBLOG do you KNOW how badly obsessed i am with you??? i think about you wayyyyy too much i got my history paper back and in the middle of my incoherent scribbling on the question paper there was your name written a bunch in pencil. i think i had planned to erase it but clearly never got around to it. i can’t show you now though because they take the papers back for a bit to confirm the marks grrrr but i have a feeling you’re similarly on my other subject papers as well. literally haunting me. i do hold back a lot on you, though. i’m like always fighting with myself thinking if what i want to do will creep you out or come off as overbearing and clingy even if i am overbearing and clingy. i try to filter out that and the urge to spam you throughout the day. and at nighttime when you’re sleeping and i miss you. i feel 65% more miserable when you’re not around and 130% happier when you are. i literally jump with joy when i see the notification for you posting anything on tumblr because you are so INTERESTING AND I LOVE YOU.

YES YES WE DO!! YOU NEED TO HURRY UP AND GET MINECRAFT GRRR.

That IS how you won me over... and now it's been 2 months yet we haven't played once!! How could you say all that about playing with me and then not do so, you fraud? Smh. TOTALLY YOUR FAULT!! You should've just not broken your laptop! Do you even have a laptop or was that a lie? SIGHH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE FROM YOU ANYMORE!! ...Just teasing you! I'm not serious, ehehe. Okay anyway seriously, WE NEED TO PLAY SOON. GROWLS. I will be taking all the diamonds, and I'll share them with you, because I'm so nice! I'll get quartz for you when I go netherite mining for us. I'll make sure to bring back piglins too! ...I am not keeping track, but I say we just get whatever mobs are cute. You poor thing, I'll fend off all the scary mobs for you <3 I am definitely a killer bunny! They do exist in Minecraft, but they can only be summoned with a command, which is why you couldn't spawn them, hahah. I do know!! I reblogged it as encouragement to stop holding back, you keep saying you're scared to upset me or scare me off, but I promise you that you definitely won't. AND THAT'S SO CUTE YOU WROTE MY NAME ON YOUR HISTORY PAPER AW. I wanna see whenever you get your papers back!! I gotta see the proof. You could never creep me out, and I love overbearing and clingy! I love it whenever you spam me too. Do whatever you'd like, and I'll still love you just the same. I miss you too whenever you're not around, and I also get super excited whenever I get a notification from you. I'm like "YIPPEE ERIS IS ONLINE YAYAYAYAYAY" AND I LOVE YOU TOO SO VERY MUCH ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[smuttyfang]

The Ghost Team Bunny

Chapter 6: Traitor

I don’t even know how to describe this chapter. A traitor! An old friend of Ghost! Sex! Tears! Happiness! New kinks! Love? Hmm.

Words: 5,659

You woke to immediate warmth and wetness between your legs. You gasped awake just slightly, letting out a moan of pleasure without even thinking about it. His tongue. You looked down to see Simon with his mask pulled up, eating your sweet cunt. He was being oddly gentle, something you weren’t used to him being.

“Good morning, fuck..” You tease as your head falls back down into the pillow. His tongue was carefully moving over your clit, not going too fast nor too hard. He was just casually enjoying himself, giving you a soft and gentle amount of pleasure. His eyes never stopped watching you. He reaches up, grabbing your tits. He softly teases one in each hand, lightly trailing his rough and calloused fingers over your nipples. It feels incredible, sending so much pleasure throughout your body. You feel yourself heating up, your skin getting hot. He hums in content against you as he continues. “My, you’re being gentle.” You remark as you watch him. He sucks a little, pulling away from your cunt. His lips trail your inner thighs as he gives light nibbles to your skin.

“I don’t have to be.” He chuckles as he continues biting your thighs. You look down, finally seeing his lips clearly in the morning light. You saw the scar across his lip that you’d felt the first time you kissed him. It wasn’t huge, but went from above his top lip to below his bottom one before stopping. You quickly rested your head against the pillow again, not wanting him to notice and stop playing with your thighs. He seemed completely focused on you.

“Not what I meant, Simon.” You giggle as his lips lightly run across a sensitive part of your inner thigh. “I’m just surprised.”

“You had a rough night, remember?” He plants a kiss on your thigh again. “I know you’re sore. But I needed you.” He goes right back between your legs, slowly and gently rubbing his tongue across your clit. It was such a slow build up. While you did appreciate his gentleness with you still being sore, he was just.. fucking incredible. He made you want to cum for him over and over and over and never stop. You slowly feel that warmth and pressure building in your lower belly.

“Simon.. oh, fuck..” You whimper as you feel yourself getting close.

“Yes, love?” He says between his licks. He notices you clenching as he calls you that, making him chuckle. “Tell me what you need.”

“Need to cum.. please.” You whimper as sweetly as you can to him.

“How could I say no to that?” He says as he continues the movements of his talented tongue. Slowly, that pressure builds and builds before overflowing. You throw your head back and shake as the waves of pleasure wash over you. He holds you down by your stomach as you squirm beneath him. “Shh, shh.. good girl.” He coos to you so sweetly, making you audibly moan for him even more.

“Simon..” You say breathlessly. “Need you. Please.” You desired him so badly that you couldn’t stand it.

“Not sore?” He asks as he crawls on top of you. You were in shock. He still had his mask above his mouth, covering his nose. His mouth was still exposed. Your juices were still dripping down his chin. Your mouth falls open. He was so handsome, from what you could see.

“I don’t care how sore I am. I need you.” You hold his head with the back of your hand, pulling him into you for a kiss. He immediately begins kissing you back, his tongue softly dancing with yours. His strong frame holds you down easily, pinning your wrists right above your head with one of his hands. You don’t even try to pretend to squirm away. Why would you? This is exactly where you want to be. Stuck in Simon’s grasp. Pinned beneath him. He reaches down and pulls his boxers down to release his cock. He knows you’re more than ready for him. He pushes the head of his cock against your hole, slowly shoving it inside. It is a bit sore, but you don’t even care. He slowly moves into you inch by inch, filling you up and making you feel whole again. You sigh as he becomes fully sheathed, making him groan in pleasure in return. He pulls back from your kiss, looking down at you.

“Tell me something. Where do you like my hands to be the most?” He shows you his unoccupied hand. “Where?”

“My throat.” You tell him, smiling. He can’t help but grin at your words.

“You really like me being in control, don't you?” You nod your head, biting your lip as he places his large hand around your throat. You loved it. It didn’t matter if he squeezed or not. It felt like a perfect necklace that you were meant to wear. You smile as he does this, making him chuckle in return. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, da- I mean, sir.” You shake your head, realizing what you were about to say and stopping yourself. Simon tilts his head in response.

“What was that, love?” You shake your head again.

“Nothing, I’m sorry.” He clicks his tongue in disappointment at you.

“No, no. You don’t get to do that.” He removes his hand from your throat, holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “What were you about to say?” You swallow, your face turning bright red. “Don’t be afraid to tell me.” He says genuinely. You try looking away from him, try avoiding his gaze, but he doesn’t allow you. He lightly slaps your cheek to get your attention. It makes you gasp a bit, but fuck, something about it was incredibly sexy. “Answer me. Now .” His stern voice sent shivers down your spine. He demanded obedience in every aspect of his life. Including with you.

“Daddy. I was.. about to call you daddy.” You watch him, trying to gauge his reaction. Reading this man was completely impossible sometimes. Or maybe you were just feeling anxious about how he could respond. “I’m sorry, it was just an instinct. I didn’t-“

“You want to call me daddy, huh? Why?” He asks. You were pretty sure he was just enjoying the sight of you being embarrassed.

“It’s just.. something I like. And I like you and I.. trust you.” You say. You feel completely vulnerable right now. You hadn’t been this embarrassed in a long time. It wasn’t like you’d never called anyone that before, especially when making content. But this was a man who actually could fit the title. Be the real deal. He was a safe space for you. A protector. Someone you trusted. Someone that.. you were slowly growing to love. You wanted to tell him all of those things, but you felt like he knew it already. His eyes softened as he looked down at you blushing. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you gently.

“Tell daddy what you need, love.” He whispered to you so sweetly. You felt yourself getting even more embarrassed, but you felt your heart swelling with love at the same time.

“I need you, daddy.” You say to him as he slowly wraps his hand back around your throat. He just rests it there, not squeezing.

“Need me to what, sweet girl? Tell me.” The words sounded like heaven coming from his lips.

“Need you to.. fuck me.” You whisper, still getting used to saying the words so genuinely. He chuckles, clearly still enjoying watching you struggle to speak properly.

“That’s not good enough.” You watch his eyes, seeing the soft dominance in them. “Say it better.” He remarks.

“I need you to fuck me, daddy.” You say with more confidence this time.

“That’s better. Now, say thank you.” He demands.

“Thank you.. daddy.” He slowly begins moving his hips, pumping in and out of you softly.

“Good girl.” He leans down to kiss you again, still holding your wrists and your throat. He fucks you softly. Nothing like any other time you’ve been together. He was just.. soft. Gentle. Loving. He keeps his lips against yours the whole time, not wanting to break this incredible moment you were having with him. He pulls back just enough to speak.

“Say it again.”

“Daddy..” You whisper, making him groan. He clearly loved hearing it. You said it again, and again, just to hear the noises he made. He thrusts into you softly at first, before slowly growing more desperate for you. His thrusts become erratic and irregular, his groaning gets louder. “Cum inside me, daddy..” You whisper to him, making him move a little faster.

“Fuckin’ hell..” He shakes his head as he quickly cums inside of you after hearing your words. He throws his head back and shakes with pleasure, groaning and breathing heavily. He filled you up inside, leaving you feeling warm and happy. You enjoyed the feeling of his cock pulsing as your cunt sucked his cock dry. You can’t help but giggle.

“You must like me calling you that, too.” He lifts his head again, leaning down to kiss you once more.

“Apparently I do.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Learn somethin’ new everyday.” You chuckle as you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him for the longest time. You didn’t want this moment to end. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that it was hard to tear yourself away. He eventually pulls back, pulling his mask back down. He pulls his cock out of you slowly, leaving you feeling empty once more. You whimper sadly. “I know, love. Don’t want to stop either.” He seemed to no longer be embarrassed about calling you love, which made you happy. You didn’t comment on it, not wanting him to stop calling you that.

“What’s there to do today?” You ask him as he sits up on the edge of the bed. “I’d like to go see Rodrigo again.” He nods his head.

“We can stop by. Other than that.. I have an old acquaintance coming.” He says.

“Nothing like Graves, I hope?” You say, making him grunt and roll his eyes.

“Fuck, no. Nothing like him. I think you’ll like him.” He gets up from the bed, beginning to grab his gear and dress himself. You do the same, finding some simple black clothes to wear.

“Am I going to.. tend to him?” You ask, just curious.

“If he wants, you can.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t know what kind of mood he will be in, really.” He stops dressing himself for a moment. “Wear those tennis shoes again. Gonna practice your hand to hand until he gets here.” He then continues putting on all of his complicated gear. You do as he says, dressing in clothing you could move well in.

“Practicing with Shadow again?” You ask him as you walk out of the room and toward the door.

“He’s out today. Brandon will be helping.” You wait for him by the door, your hands on your hips.

“That would be good, I think. Help get his mind off of Rodrigo.” Simon chuckles as he puts on his head gear and his skull mask over the balaclava.

“He won’t be able to focus on the fighting either. You’re too much of a distraction.” You cross your arms.

“Surely you don’t mean that.” You giggle as he approaches you, offering his arm to you. You take it.

“I certainly do mean it. But I never said we didn’t enjoy it.” He steps out with you on his arm, walking down the hall. He leads you down the stairs and directly to the medical ward again. You step inside, seeing Rodrigo sitting up in the same bed from yesterday. Brandon was there too, sitting on the edge of his bed. They both noticed you approaching and started smiling.

“Hey..” They both said in unison, making you chuckle.

“Hey, boys..” You sit down on the other side of Rodrigo’s bed. You touch his thigh, rubbing it softly. He blushes a bit as he looks at you. “How are you feeling?”

“Pain killers help.” He laughs a bit before wincing. “Still can’t move my shoulder much.”

“Today is the first day he’s sat up like this.” Brandon remarks.

“That’s great, you’re making progress.” You smile as you softly rub his thigh. “I’m so glad.”

“I didn’t.. I didn’t expect you’d come see me again so soon.” Rodrigo says, sounding like it must have been a fluke or a dream. It made you feel sad for him. He didn’t seem to believe that he was worthy of anyone caring for him for some reason.

“I care for you boys.. I care for you a lot. Of course I came to see you again.” Rodrigo looks at you so softly, like he was looking at a delicate piece of art. He smiles.

“Eres un ángel.” He whispers as he gazes into your eyes. He looked like he was enchanted by you. You tilt your head at him.

“Huh?” You ask before his face turns beet red. He looks away from you hurriedly.

“Oh, nothing. Thank you for.. coming to see me again, hermosa.” You hear Simon chuckle as he leans against the wall and listens. You pat Rodrigo’s leg and lean up toward him gently, giving him a quick kiss.

“I’ll do my best to come tomorrow too.” Rodrigo nods as you stand up. Simon addresses Brandon.

“Come. We have training to do.” Brandon salutes and nods before following Simon. You take Simon’s arm like always, waving goodbye to Rodrigo. You can feel Brandon’s eyes on your backside as he walks behind you and Simon. Simon leads you both to the gym, where you had trained before with Shadow. He took you to the same area too.

“Alright, get started.” Simon tells Brandon. Brandon nods. You both take the time to talk about different strategies again for escaping holds, and for stopping and disarming enemies. You knew it was so different practicing it than it was actually having it happen, but having the information and knowledge was still really nice. Simon watches you both very carefully. For some reason, you felt like he was keeping a very careful eye on Brandon. Something about it felt.. strange. He was watching very intently, every move Brandon made.

“Ghost!” You hear coming from the door. You see a man walk inside. He had dark brown slicked back hair and a beard. He walked in the room with his arms open, walking towards Simon. He carries a strong confidence with him “Ha pasado demasiado tiempo, hermano.” You didn’t know much Spanish, but you knew that he was calling Simon brother. This must be his acquaintance. Simon walks over to the man, giving him a small handshake. They begin talking quietly to each other and you’re unable to hear them any longer. While Simon’s eyes are not on you, Brandon takes you to the floor with him. He wraps his body around you from behind, trying to show you how to escape as best as he could. However, he stops and whispers in your ear.

“You know something? You don’t have to stay with Ghost.” His words make you completely freeze.

“What.. What are you talking about?” You whisper, looking towards Simon and seeing him still not paying you any attention. You feel fear take you over.

“I mean.. don’t you think you’d have an easier time being with someone who wasn’t so distant and cold?” He gently lifts his arm to hold your cheek in his hand.

“What are you really trying to say?” You ask, really wishing that Simon would just turn around..

“You and I could leave, you know. I could be so much better to you. Take better care of you.” You scoff at his words.

“And you think he’d let you get away with that?” You remark, making him chuckle.

“Oh, I have friends..” It was a clear threat. “They would really like you, you know.” You immediately feel terrified. Something about his words sent you into a panic. You didn’t know what he meant by that, and you were afraid to find out. “You’d best not say anything to Ghost.. do you understand?” He says threateningly. “Something bad will happen if you do, I promise you that.” Simon turns back around, seeing you. He immediately sees the fear in your eyes and he knows something is wrong. But he keeps his cool.

“Alright, that’s enough. You’re dismissed.” He nods for Brandon to leave. He picks himself up off the floor, offering you his hand to help you up. He has that same charming smile plastered across his face like he had before. Now, it was just making you feel afraid. You get up on your own, running back to Simon and his friend. Brandon just gives you a wink before walking past you and exiting the gym. What should you do? You didn’t know who his friends were that he was referring to. Simon wraps his arm around your shoulder and shakes you. “What’s going on? You looked horrified.” He has real concern in his voice.

“Simon..” You shake and shiver with fear. Simon pulls you along with him, rushing you back to his office. His friend follows closely behind.

“Tenías raźon, hermano. Traidor.” His friend says. Did you hear that right? Does that mean.. traitor? Simon grunts as he takes both of you into his office, closing and locking the door behind him. He approaches you again, placing both of his hands on your shoulders.

“You need to tell us what happened. What did he tell you?” You gulp, hard. You were still shaking in fear. What the fuck did he mean? He has friends? Simon’s friend approaches you next, taking your hand in his. He kisses the back of it softly and rubs it, trying to comfort you.

“My name is Alejandro. Please tell us what he told you. We won’t let him hurt you.” You breathed out shakily, trying to calm yourself as much as possible.

“He.. he said that he wanted me to run with him.” Simon’s eyes immediately look full of rage as he begins pacing the room. “He said he had friends.. he said that something bad would happen if I told you anything he said.” Alejandro looks at Simon as he paces.

“Sounds like he doesn’t realize that we know anything yet, Ghost.” Simon growls angrily, punching the concrete wall next to the door.

“I’ll fuckin’ kill that bastard!” He screams. You’d never seen him this upset. You approached him and touched his mask, holding his face.

“Simon..” You whisper, making him stop his movements. His breath was still ragged and full of rage. Alejandro speaks to you again.

“Ghost already suspected him.” You look at him and listen. “He called me here to help. And.. because I have proof.” You shake your head. This whole situation was happening way too quickly and spiraling out of control. It was impossible to just take a moment to even process any of it.

“But.. who are his friends?” You ask. Alejandro breathes out.

“Shadow company. Graves and his men.” You feel your heart sink into your stomach. There was no fucking way.

“Why!? Why would he do this!?” You yell.

“Money? Power? We don’t know. But ignoring that for the moment, I believe he tried getting you to leave with him for Graves.” He shakes his head. “Graves is apparently.. quite intrigued by you. Any of his men who brought you to him would be greatly rewarded, I’m sure.” You literally can’t believe what you’re hearing. Graves wanted you that badly? Why?

“No.. no fucking way..” You whisper as you sit down in one of the chairs in disbelief.

“He didn’t have you as a priority, but.. you would have just been an added bonus to him.” You begin shaking again as Simon starts pacing once more angrily. Suddenly, an alarm starts blaring throughout the base. Simon and Alejandro look at each other before looking back at you.

“Both of you wait here.” Simon says before he quickly rushes out of the office. He returns quickly with Charles.

“Don’t let her out of your sight! Keep her safe here!” Simon tells him. Charles nods with his large gun in hand, at the ready. Simon and Alejandro run out of the room with their guns in hand before Charles locks the door tight. He looks back to you with concern in his beautiful blue eyes. Charles is one man who could easily bring you some comfort.

“I told you I’d keep you safe. And I will.” He keeps his attention on the door. He had a headset on, and you could hear chatter coming through it. You couldn’t make out every word. Only bits and pieces.

“Charles.. Please tell me what’s going on.” You plead him. He nods his head and keeps listening to the chatter. You never heard any gunshots or any fighting going on. But there was constant chatter.

“I know you’re scared. I’m sorry.” He holds his gun even tighter. “Brandon was my comrade. My brother. Or, so I thought.”

“I’m.. I’m so sorry.” As hurt as you were by all of this, you knew it had to be harder for these men. To fight alongside someone only to realize it was all a lie. You reach over to him, rubbing his back softly. “I’m so sorry..” You repeat. He nods his head slowly as more chatter comes through his headset.

“Repeat, sir.” He says, standing even more at attention. “Understood, sir..” He says more quietly.

“What happened?” You ask him. He clears his throat.

“Ghost told me to wait for him to tell you. I’m sorry. I don’t want to do that to you, but.. I have to respect what he says.” He looks at you with genuine worry. “Don’t be upset with me. Please.”

“Charles.. I could never be upset with you. I understand.” You say, still rubbing his back. He breathes a sigh of relief at your words. There’s a bit more chatter through his headset. He lowers his gun and Simon and Alejandro step back through the office door once again. Simon dismisses Charles and he gives you a small sad smile.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and leaving. As soon as you look at Simon and Alejandro, you can see by their demeanor that something is really wrong.

“Simon, please tell me what’s going on.” Your heart was pounding out of your chest from the worry and anxiety you were feeling. It was overwhelming. Simon sighs as he allows you and Alejandro into his quarters. He closes the door behind him. Alejandro rests himself on the couch, sighing and holding his face in his hands. He brushes his brown hair back and out of his face. He doesn’t meet your gaze. You walk closely to Simon, holding the fabric of his uniform on his chest. “Simon!”

“He took Rodrigo.” Simon tells you. Your anxiety was definitely right. “They’ve both disappeared.” You gasp.

“Are you sure he didn’t betray us too..?” You say with tears welling up in your eyes at the thought. Alejandro speaks up this time.

“He didn’t. He fought back. The medical ward was in shambles.” He laughs. “He must have given Brandon hell, despite his injury.”

“Good.” You say, now feeling the anger building inside of you. “Are we going to get him back?” They both stay quiet. “We have to go get him..” You say, your voice going quiet.

“Listen to me.” Simon says, holding your face in his gloved hand. “If the Shadow Company took him..” He shakes his head, clearly upset about this too. He knows he doesn’t have much wiggle room.

“I’ll help you get him back.” Alejandro says. “Te debo una, recuerdas?” Simon chuckles at him.

“You don’t owe me anything.” Alejandro shakes his head.

“Then give me a night with your impresionante dama in exchange. Since you won’t accept me repaying you for saving my life.” Simon looks at you, looking for your approval. You nod your head.

“I don’t mind. I’ll happily repay you for saving him.” Alejandro laughs as he opens his arms and shrugs his shoulders.

“Sounds like a deal then, eh? Also gives me a little more.. Motivación.” He gives you a quick wink. Simon nods his head.

“Alright. Fine.” He relaxes himself a bit. He seemed to trust Alejandro’s abilities. “Let’s get some rest and then discuss in the morning.” Alejandro stands up, clicking his tongue.

“Ah, Ghost. Are you slacking in your old age?” Alejandro chuckles. “You know me, I’m a man of action. Let me gather my men and we will work it out.”

“You can take a few of my men.” Simon tells him. Alejandro starts walking towards you both.

“No no, if I use my men, it can’t be tied back to you. No hay problema para ti. ” He casually shrugs his shoulders as he approaches you. “And then when I return, you and I will get to know each other a little better, precioso .” He takes your hand and kisses the back of it before quickly exiting Simon’s quarters. You look at Simon, sighing.

“Well, aren’t you lucky to have a friend like that?” You breathe in and out deeply a few times, trying to calm yourself. “Are you alright, Simon?”

“I’m fine. I always expect the worst.” He places both of his hands on your shoulders again, holding you tightly. “You have no idea how much I wanted to break his neck when you told me what he tried to do to you.” You watch his eyes, seeing the anger and worry be so evident in him. “I could have slit his throat.”

“Simon.. I’m just a woman.” You say, smiling at him.

“No. You’re not just a woman.” He stops you from saying anything else. “You. Are mine.” His hands were shaking as he held you. “Nobody. And I mean, nobody. Will ever take you from me.”

“Simon..” You whisper as tears begin welling in your eyes. He takes his headgear off, dropping it to the floor. He lifts his balaclava up and leans in to kiss you. “Simon, please.. show me who you are.” He stops, looking at you. “Show me. I’m yours. I swear it. Show me what’s mine.” He stays still for the longest time, just watching you. His eyes move from yours, to your lips.. You reach up slowly, touching his balaclava that was resting above his nose. He actually shivers when you do this, making you stop. You wait for a moment for him to stop you. But he doesn’t stop you or push your hands away. You slowly lift his balaclava higher, slowly removing it completely from his head. You drop it to the floor. “Oh, my god..” You say, seeing him fully for the first time. This was the first time you’d ever seen him show any fear in his eyes. You admire his eyes fully in the light now, so dark and pretty. His light eyelashes you always noticed matched his hair, a dirty blonde color. It was long enough to be moved around, the messy little curls were so beautiful on him. The scar across his lips. He had another scar on his forehead above one of his eyebrows.

“Love..” He said, his voice shaking and wavering. The emotions were just too much. You pulled him into you for a kiss. A real, passionate kiss. He groans into your mouth as he kisses you back. He sloppily picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He carries you to the nearest surface, the kitchen counter, and drops you onto it. You gasp, and it's quickly stopped by his lips meeting yours again. Things are falling from the counter to the floor. Nothing breaking, but silverware and napkins. He kisses down your neck, licking and biting your skin desperately. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible. The counter was the perfect height..

“Simon.. need you.” You say between his desperate kisses. He desperately tears off your clothing, tossing each piece of it away. The heat of the moment completely overwhelmed the both of you and neither of you could find any words to say. He doesn’t even remove his gear. He only undoes his pants just enough to pull his cock out. He shoves himself into you, making you gasp and shiver with pleasure and joy. He grunts as he starts pumping into you, holding one side of your neck as he kisses the other side. His legs were slamming against the counter each time and he never even cared. His other free hand held your hips, pulling you closer to him if you started to slide away.

“Fuck, love.. bend over the fucking counter for me.” He pulls out of you, helping you down from the counter. He lightly pushes your upper body down onto the cold counter as you turn around, making you hiss from the sudden feeling. He quickly shoves his cock back inside of you with ease, pumping himself into you hard and fast. His skin slapped against yours hard as your body slightly moved with each thrust. “God, you feel so fucking good, love..” Each slam of his hips into you sent so much pleasure throughout your body that you could barely handle it. You squirmed beneath him, unable to contain yourself. He leans over your body, placing his gloved fingers into your mouth. Your moans were then slightly muffled as your drool slowly wet his fingers. Once his gloves were soaked, your drool began dripping onto the counter below.

“Simon.. daddy.. sir..” You called him every name in the book that you knew he wanted to hear, only making him fuck you even harder and faster.

“That’s a good girl, that’s my good girl.” He says as he throws his head back. “Fuckin’, shit.. fuck!” He pulls you back against him as he cums inside of you, filling you up, just as he did that morning. He grunts loudly as he grips onto your hips posessively. He removes his gloved hand from your mouth, chuckling as he catches his breath. “Messy girl.” He remarks as he removes his gloves and places them on the counter next to you. He rubs your back softly as you both rest momentarily, trying to recover from the intense passion.

“Simon.” You say as you lift your body up, his big cock still inside of you. You lift up as much as possible. He takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your body and hold you tightly.

“What is it, gorgeous?” His hands trail all along your stomach and your chest, admiring your figure.

“You’re so handsome.” You tell him. He chuckles.

“I never said I hid my face because I was ugly. Glad you think so.” His cock slowly grows softer inside of you. He slips it out and flips you around, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. His dark eyes were just fucking stunning, and seeing the rest of his face along with it was the icing on the cake.

“So.. we can eat dinner together now. Can’t we?” Your eyes light up when you realize this, and you smile at him so happily. He chuckles at you. His smile was even beautiful.

“Yeah, I suppose we can. I’ll make something this time. You go wash off.” You nod your head happily, giving him a quick kiss before walking out of the kitchen. He gives you ass a playful smack before you exit. You giggle as you go to the bedroom and then to the bathroom. You run yourself a quick bath, washing off and dressing yourself in a comfortable t-shirt and some shorts. By the time you’ve returned, he has your plates already on the table in front of the couch. He fixed some grilled chicken wraps, with some lettuce and cheese. “Sorry, we don’t have much. Have to get some more.” He shrugs his shoulders as he begins eating. You sit down next to him, taking a bite of one of yours. They were actually quite delicious.

“Are you kidding? These are good, Simon. Thank you.” You smile as you continue eating. You watch him pretty closely.

“What?” He asks, noticing this quickly.

“Cut me some slack. You’re handsome and this is the first time I’ve really gotten to see you like this.” He shakes his head.

“Finish your food, sweet girl. Goin’ to bed after this.” You smile and do as he says, quickly finishing your food. He finishes his as well, beginning to remove his gear. You go lie in bed and wait for him like you always do. He enters the bedroom, walking to the bed and giving you a quick kiss before going to the bathroom. You can see that he starts to shut the door, but then stops himself. He doesn’t need to hide anymore. He leaves it open. You lie there and watch him. He washes off pretty quickly, getting out and returning to you in bed. He lays his balaclava on the bedside table for quick access. He lies down next to you, his arm under his head while his other wrapped around you. You cuddled close to him. Like always.

“Will Alejandro get Rodrigo back..?” You ask. Simon thinks for a moment before answering.

“Don’t know. If anyone can, he can.” He uses his hand to pull some falling hair out of your face. “Try to get some rest.”

“I don’t know if I can.” You say honestly, still feeling incredible worry for Rodrigo.

“Try, love. Just try.”



AO3

Tags: @abbiesxox

[hyukabean]

txt’s love languages // giving and receiving

req — an irl friend wanted my opinion on this, so i thought why not make it a post lol

nana’s notes — just my opinion ofc!! feel free to leave your thoughts below ^^

warning(s) — none!

unedited.

choi yeonjun

giving: acts of service, gift giving

alright, i feel like this is kinda self explanatory tbh

jun is the embodiment of acts of service!! just look the todo ep 13, remember when kai fell? (i mean how could you forget-) and jun was laughing his ass off with everyone, and them immediately goes into hyung mode and says, “be careful”, cause there was a table behind him?

yeonjun teases people, a. LOT. but, he also cares equally as much! he may not verbalize it often, but he’ll definitely show you his love through his lil actions!

its the hand on your back to make sure you don’t bump yourself anywhere, or the non-sexual dominance like holding your hand when you cross the street, standing in front of you always, regardless of your height:<

gift giving is also quite clear! remember when he was buying perfume for gyu, and gyu had no idea? he’s the type of casually stroll buy and drop a gift into your lap, and say: “this reminded me of you”, or “bought this on my way here”, regardless of how expensive it might be

once again, he cares, but he doesn’t want to have to say it, so you gotta read between the lines a lil bit~

receiving: words of affirmation, physical affection

yeonjun is clearly a fan of words of affirmation, i mean come on~ have you see this man when he gets complimented on vlive? or when a member is complimenting someone he’s like??uh?? what about me??? hello?????

he may be super flirty, but he can tell genuine and fake compliments apart really well, so your words, provided you’re being truthful, really so mean a lot to him!

“who’s pretty? hmm? me? awww my baby thinks i’m handsome? cute~”, meanwhile he’s losing his shit on the inside-

same with physical affection, he wants love, but he doesn’t want to ask for it!! the amount of time be randomly hugs the members or cuddles with them? not a coincidence;)

back hug him a bit, or pinch his cheeks every once in a while! and if you’re feeling adventurous, kiss his neck or cheek and just dip;)) he’ll be like?? huh? “뭐야…”

now sit back and watch blush for a solid second before he fixes his composure to get you back:))…

choi soobin

giving: words of affirmation, quality time

words of affirmation is a big thing for soobs! soobin is a leader, when he talks, people listen. though he is quite shy, he often cheers on the members when they’re nervous and consoles them when they’re upset.

binnie also knows when to ask, and when not to; if your relationship is a bit new, it may take some time for him to pick up on your habits, but he becomes a pro sooner rather than later!

this means he is super aware! the second he sees you looking a little glum, he’d know something is up, instantly. “bun, is something up?”, he’d pout slightly, wondering who or what in this world would want to piss you off so badly!! “aww… c’mere bunny, let me compliment you a bit, hmm?”

soobin also enjoys spending quality time together with you! he’s obviously busy being an idol, but if anything, it makes the moments you share even more precious to him

like he said, he’ll take the back seat in a relationship and go along with whatever his s/o would want to do!

best believe that if you want to text? he’ll giggle into his pillow and rant to kai about how cute you are. you wanna call? okay, let him grab his headphones for ‘privacy’ (he’s goons share everything with kai anyways but yk-). you wanna meet up or cuddle? just lay down and listen to him slow breaths and soft little giggles!

receiving: words of affirmation

remember that idol house episode i referenced in my meet the members post? where soobin gets pouty cause no one was complimenting him? yeah okay case closed.

words of affirmation, mean a loooot to mr choi! the members have mentioned him reading fan comments in his free time, so i think enough said!

just grab his lil face, give him a lil kiss, and list all the things you love about him! “mhmm m-munny you’re maging me mlush!”, he’d stutter out, but like?? don’t stop obviously? duh????

soobin will light up when someone praises him, verbally expressing their feelings or thoughts truly foes mean a lot to him! he wouldn’t mind getting physical affection as a token of love, but saying to him? that’s a whole new level…

choi beomgyu

giving: quality time

beomgyu is surprisingly reserved, but he mainly shows his love through quality time.

watch any todo episode, any vlive, literally anything! gyu is always cracking jokes, trying to make sure everyone enjoyes themselves, truly the mood maker:))

he is super receptive, and though he may not always be able to express it in words, he will find a joke or funny remark to make anyone cheer up when they’re feeling down!

“hey! y/n!! look at me!!! heyyyy god gave you eyes so you could marvel at my face, so look at me already!”

during these times, he’ll do anything with you! you always get to hear his new releases first, you get to help him with his lyrics, or just lay in his arms and hear him ramble or sing

“y/n… if i was a worm-”, “gyu nO”, “Y/N WHAT IF”

receiving: words of affirmation

beomgyu loves to hear words of affirmation! just telling him “well done!” or “good job!” makes him go soft </3

beomgyu foes super quite if he sees that someone, especially members aren’t listening to him… don’t get me wrong! beomgyu knows damn well that he’s a catch, but… hewoudln’tmindhearingitfromtimetotime-

when he realizes just how much he likes you, he’s fucked. but then, when you tell him verbally how fucked you are for him? he’s gone. i’m taking tapioka eyes and all!!! wide eyed and so pure n soft

finally someone can reassure him in the right way! someone who will stick with him through thick and thin!

“do you like it?”, “it sounds wonderful gyu, thank you! nice to know i’ve got someone who’ll compose songs about me~ i’m so lucky to have you pretty boy”, cue eyes lighting up:(((

please do make sure you reassure him from time to time though… or else you’ll see him randomly pouting in the corner, crossing his arms slightly, thinking he had annoyed you or worse, upset you some how!!

“angel, is something up?”, “…you haven’t spoken to me today…….”, “gyu…….. i just aRRIVED”, “I DONT CARE DAMN IT”

kang taehyun

giving/receiving: acts of service

taehyun’s love language is the same, whether he’s giving or receiving! taehyun is a straightforward person, but he shows his love subtly!

after being together, even if its only for a short while! he picks up on the smallest details! how you like your coffee/tea, what time you shower, when you wake up/go sleep, mans a y/n-lexicon

he’ll cook for you, clean your desk, anything to help you out a bit! and his heart will flutter if you do the same!!

“oh? coffee? two sugars, no cream? you remembered!!”

also has a slight thing for gift giving, but in a service type of way? like, he’ll buy you certain items to life just a lil easier for you:)) “here’s the portable fan you wanted! and a cup that will keep your tea warm for extra long!”

huening kai

giving: physical touch, gift giving

hue. ning. kaiiiiii. the tummy patter, the cuddle bug, the most likely to hug you more than your own mother!!!!!! ofc his love language is gonna be physical touch, no duh???

we all know hyuka loves to rub and pat the members’ tummies and you’re no different! like soobin always says, you cant hate kai! you can’t ever say no to him!!

literally, you could be sitting down, tummy pats. drinking boba? tummy pats. menstrual pain/general aches? tummy pats. its fool proof okay??

he’ll also randomly grab your hand when he can’t pat your stomach! he’ll play with your fingers, hold them to his face, cuddle into you like he does with soob! the boys a walking fluff ball with so so much love to give!!

kai takes his skinship se!! ri!! ous!! ly!!!!! he’ll find the dumbest excuses at first, cause he’s sacred he’ll come off too clingy:(( “you smell nice…”, or “odi is looking at you funny, i think he’s gonna bite…”, “kai he’s in a cAGE-”

def a spoon. not a small spoon, or a bug spoon, just a spoon. cuz as long as he’s touching you, he’s okay!!

plz just pat his head, and listen n try not to go deaf to his laugh n soft giggles n aegyo:((((

hyuka would buy gifts from time to time, like plushies at crane games at the arcade/carnivals/etc, but really, he just wants them to make cuddling more enjoyable dkshsj- so gift giving ig? but not really~

receiving: physical touch

i feel like kai would love someone who can match his energy in terms of affection, hands down. physical touch = love in his eyes

HOWEVER!! i have an inclination that he would adore a tsundere partner even more! not necessarily in terms of personality, but more so someone who’s inexperienced or just too shy to admit they wanna cuddle n touch 24/7!!!

making them blush is the only thing on his mind, all hours of the day istg- and he’d such a tease too!!!: “oh? you wanna cuddle? no? then why are you leaning against me, hmm? huh, what’s that, could you speak up please? aww~~, since you asked so nicely!!”

he’d get such a kick put of watching them open up, and crave his touch slowly!!

but i do think he’d seriously struggle with someone who doesn’t like being touched fr. maybe if he likes them enough, he’ll stick around, but the chances are rather slim!

just please hug him, and kiss him, and call him ning ning!! this big boi will literally melt in your arms!!!

© hyukabean all rights reserved. - do not translate my work, claim it as your own, and/or repost on any platform

[awarmcupofmilk]

Gojo x reader “Forced Laughs”

afab!reader

series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

summary: a drunken conversation ends your five year marriage w/ gojo

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, fluff (kinda?) in flashbacks, mention of pregnancy, mention of character going missing in flashback, mention of sickness in flashback, divorce, arguing over custody

word count: 1,184

note: thoughts on gojo pov?

© 2022 awarmcupofmilk

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

Gojo stared at you, exasperated. “Why are you doing this?”

You sighed. “Didn’t I just say if you really don’t know then forget it?”

Gojo was yanking his hair again. Then, sighing, he walked towards you, so forcefully you had to take a step back. “What about Namie? You’re seriously asking for a divorce and won’t even tell me the reason?”

Oh he did not just bring up Namie. 

“Don’t talk about her like you suddenly care. You’ll get visiting hours,” if you want them, you thought.

“You want to argue over custody?”

You could only look at him in disgust. 

Gojo sighed again. “Okay, stop. If we’re really going to do this I’ll have to get a lawyer.” Your heart dropped. Why was he fighting you so hard on this? “Can we just pause and think about this for two weeks.” 

Ah, but you had thought about this for two months already. 

As if reading your mind, Gojo sighed. “I know, you’ve definitely thought about this long before you told me,” Why did it sound so insulting coming from him? “But you can’t just spring this on me. Give me two weeks.”

✧ 

And so, now, you were cooking dinner. Namie sat playing with her beloved stuffed bunny in the living room, smiling to herself. 

You heard the door click and open, Gojo was home early. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Namie get up and run towards him. “Daddy!” She squealed, and Gojo hugged her back with a smile that didn’t seem pained for once. 

You scoffed. 

Gojo clearly saw you, but didn’t say anything. Namie, holding her bunny’s hand, ran into the kitchen. “Daddy’s home,” she giggled.  It broke your heart. Why did he choose now to act like he cared? It made you feel like a villain. 

✧ 

You still remembered when you first saw him. First year of Jujutsu High, you ran into him in the hallway before the official introduction. You could see the crystalline blue of his eyes behind his sunglasses. His pale eyelashes cast shadows on his cheek. His hair effortlessly spiked. You stared at him, probably stupidly, probably for too long. He raised his eyebrows, and you thought he might just walk by you. He seemed like the arrogant type. But then, he grinned, smirked is probably a better word for it, and waved easily. “Gojo Satoru,” he said, putting his hand back in his pocket. “Y/N,” you responded. 

✧

You remembered how he asked you out. Out of the group, you and Gojo drew the short straws. Walking back from the convenience store, you were looking over the receipt and double-checking everyone’s orders. At the bottom of the receipt, in Gojo’s handwriting, was “Y/N…” in red. You looked up at him, confused. “…Wanna go out?” He grinned, still with a hint of a smirk. You had to blink five times to process what he said. 

“Are you serious?” Was all you could say, your heartbeat clenching your throat. 

He frowned slightly, thoughtfully. “Do you want me to be?”

You took that as a no. Scoffing, you turned away, punching him on the arm. You could feel tears welling in your eyes from the disappointment and it was humiliating. “Woah, woah, woah,” Gojo had said, noticing your tears. “Why are you crying?”

He, despite being clearly panicked, teased, “Geez Y/N, if you don’t want to that badly you could just say so.”

You looked back up at him, eyes teary. Humiliating. “What do you mean?”

“I’m being serious.”

“Oh.”

✧

Now that you think about it, you’re not quite sure if you ever said yes. Still, the two of you returned to Geto and Shoko holding hands, much to their disgust. But as dismayed as they were, they sure had a great time gushing over the developments of your relationship. They helped with the proposal, after all. 

Gojo really stuck with the receipt gag. That day, they all came at you with things they “needed to return”. He didn’t plan it out too well though. One word per receipt and three receipts meant they only managed to write “Will you marry”. Gojo squeezed in “me” at the bottom of his. You remember teasing him that he could’ve just given you that one, “Marry me” got the message across just fine. 

You had silenced his grumblings with a kiss. You could feel him smile (smirk) as you kissed him. 

✧ 

All the old memories were coming up these days. The wedding, then the house, then Namie, oh Namie, it was all a whirlwind of happiness to you. 

✧ 

You remembered Gojo sitting on the edge of the bathtub in front of you as you trembled, waiting for the timer. The first sight of the plus sign made you cry. Gojo had jumped up from where he was sitting. His joy practically palpitated off of him in waves. And as you embraced him, how could you believe anything other than a perfect, loving family for your future?

✧ 

Everything felt like some sort of incredible dream. The kind that was so wonderful it made you disappointed when you woke up. Even when you had to give up your career, even when Gojo went missing for three months from a mission, even when Namie got sick, you were sure your love would carry you all through. You thought everything would be fine. You almost laughed thinking about it now. If that was a dream, then the alarm had definitely sounded. 

It made you want to sob. Asking where it all went wrong was too much. 

Gojo came back early consistently for the first week in the past three years. He spent all of his time not working at home. He took Namie to school. 

Why was he being like this now? It made you angry.

✧ 

Today marked two weeks since the conversation. Gojo knew. Standing by the door of the bedroom that you now slept in alone after forcing him into the guest room, he looked hesitant. 

You just stared. What were you supposed to say?

“Do you… still want a divorce?”

The question had you laughing. It was a lot more bitter than you would have wanted. “What?” 

He just frowned. 

“I thought… maybe…”

“Maybe what?” You cut him off, still laughing. “The minimal effort you’ve put in these past two weeks has made me change my mind?”

He didn’t respond. Good.

“And you said you’d call a lawyer? Then I’ll see you in court.”

“I didn’t mean that,” He said, uncomfortably. 

“You didn’t mean you’d get a lawyer?” You scoffed.

“Not like that. I know I screwed up.”

You hated how that made you soften. You could only nod. “I gave you two weeks. Please just sign the papers.”

Teetering in the doorway, he seemed to want to say something. You almost wished he would say something. But then, he lowered his head, gave a pathetic nod, and left. 

Pathetic. 

It made you want to laugh. 

So why did you let out a sob when he closed the door?

<- Previous Part ✧⭐︎☆⭐︎✧ Next part ->

✧ Masterlist ✧

[tuliprry]

cloudburst 2

summary: preschool teacher!harry x special education teacher!yn; y/n and harry met while working together at a preschool, y/n is engaged but her fiancé has been distancing himself from y/n, making her spend more time with harry, wishing she was marrying him instead

warnings: mention of miscarriage, cheating, swearing, death, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 3.3k

part 1

it was 3am when tony got home, to his luck, y/n was in joey’s bedroom, dead asleep after mixing her sleeping pills with a shot of tequila to make sure she’s at least sleeping the whole night, joey in the other hand was tossing and turning, pickles, the tabby cat that belonged to the two sisters, was clearly bothered by joey’s lack of stillness, getting comfortable in between y/n’s legs. when joey heard the door she could feel her blood boil, she knew it had to be her sister to say something and yell but god she wanted to slap him and tell him to leave so badly.

but she didn't.

it was now morning, y/n yawned and rubbed her eyes, looking at her sister still dead asleep, she got up carefully to not wake joey nor pickles up, covering joey up after leaving the bed. the house was silent and her bed unmade, she assumed tony didn't sleep home and that hurt her heart, how her husband to be just completely changed his behaviour and she didn't know who she was marrying anymore. regardless, y/n got ready for work putting on black sweatpants that matched the black sweatshirt and her hair up in a ponytail, this wasn't usual for y/n, she likes dressing cute or finding clothes that would get the children happy like bunnies or cats, but today was just one of those days that y/n felt like a cloud was over her head and her head only.

as she got to school harry was already there, his moustache was more fluffy than usual and his hair messy and some curls covering part of his face, he is wearing a colourful knitted pullover and black jeans with his usual worn out beige from time trainers, his eyes immediately sparkled when he saw her, “good morning!” he says with a smile, “i got you something”, he hands her a paper bag with a red bow to her, “but my birthday isn’t for another 2 weeks harry”, y/n stated, “i know, i just um.. well, i know you love lang leav so i got a signed copy of lullabies for you” and it’s true, harry had searched he entire internet on how to get a signed copy of y/n’s favourite book for her, “oh my god harry… and you wrote me a note?”, “oh god don’t read it” but she did.

“y/n, thank you for being one of my best friends and always covering me up when i fall asleep on my desk. you’re the most special person i’ve ever met.

love,

harry”

“thank you harry… this is really special… like major special, i think this might be the best gift i’ve ever gotten after joey finding our cat pickles cosied up in waterstones” y/n embraced harry, “sometimes i wish i was marrying you instead” she whispered against his body, “did you say something?” harry questioned, “no, no.. sorry”, he heard it though, he heard it and for half a second he felt it in his heart… that he actually had a chance at y/n’s heart. their day went on as usual, divided the class in groups and focused mainly on art today, finger painting and shapes. for a moment y/n was at peace, her, harry and a bunch of sweet kids. when the classes ended, macy’s mum walked in with a frown on her face and walked up immediately to harry, that to every effect was macy’s teacher, “hello mr styles, i need to have a word with you and ms y/l/n if you don’t mind.” she was assertive, tall and looked like she was close enough to murder both harry and y/n. “oh yes of course, is everything okay with macy?.. um y/n can you come here”, y/n got up from her chair and walked towards them, keeping an eye on little macy that was sitting, waiting for her mum to grab her hand and leave. “so, my daughter tells me you two are together? is this true? because it’s very serious if you’re kissing in front of my daughter.” macy’s mum almost yells, “excuse me? as we told macy yesterday, we hugged because one of my special education students has a fear of hugging and i was showing him it was okay plus mr. styles is my friend and as we told macy friends hug each other, right macy?” y/n is the kindest person people will meet but she always knows when to speak up for herself and especially speak up for her students, “right ms y/l/n! keith hug u too”, the little girl speaks, “keith is a little boy in the autism spectrum that loves hugging his family but feared hugging me even though he wanted to. so no mr. styles and i are not in a relationship and if we were it would have been approved by the school”, harry has a stupid smirk on his face, proud of y/n for speaking the truth. “oh jesus i’m so sorry, macy just really made it sound inappropriate”, “she has a big imagination” harry adds.

back at home, as y/n steps foot in her bedroom she sees tony removing his tie, "oh.. hey", he says, looking in the mirror, "can we talk tony?", y/n requested as she sat down next to him in bed, "sure? i don't have much time i need to change for drinks with my boss”, tony replied, "listen, i don't know what changed, but i need you to be honest with me here tony, you barely spend anytime home, you barely touch my food when i cook, you don't touch me, we haven't had sex in two months, at first you said i was still fragile but what's the excuse now? you don't kiss me, you don't tell me you love me, you have stopped giving ideas for our wedding day.. do you even want to get married?" y/n snapped, she had those words stuck in her throat for a while now, "y/n.." tony sighs, "couldn't you have waited for me to come back from work?", the dismissal in his voice almost sends y/n through the fucking roof. "excuse me? who do you think you're talking to, antonio? i'm not some client you're upset with for some stupid reason i'm supposedly your future wife!" y/n hates raising her voice, but she's yelling at this point, “c'mon. let's talk after dinner.", his words sound even colder now, "no. let's talk now! look me in my fucking eyes." tony had never seen y/n like this and deep down he feared what she could do next. "y/n vamos a tener calma por favor (let's be calm please)", "don't tell me to calm down! i won't calm down until you tell me what the fuck changed!", "JESUS CHRIST I'M FUCKING SOMEBODY ELSE! THERE ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY Y/N? AND NOT JUST THIS GIRL BUT MULTIPLE OTHERS BECAUSE YOU LOOKED HORRIBLE AFTER THE MISCARRIAGE-", "get out", "y/n!", "don't bother coming back."

the house was silent for awhile, joey had heard everything from the other room but was too scared to approach y/n and worse, seeing her sister like that, joey swallowed her tears and gently pushed the door of y/n's room, y/n is sitting in bed cutting up all of tony's clothes, not even crying, just destroying everything of tony's that happened to cross her eyes. "in any other moment i'd tell u you should have done this sooner but.. um.. do you want to talk.. about it?" joey sits next to her sister, "he cheated on me... multiple times", y/n agonised, she was saying words she would never expect to say, especially about the man she was marrying in less than 4 months, "i couldn't even defend myself.. i just told him to get out", that's when the tears started forming in y/n's eyes, dreading that she had to go and live her life after finding out her soon-to-be-husband had multiple affairs, the house became silent again, joey, for the first time in her life, had no words to say to her sister and was just resting her head on y/n's, hoping silence would be the perfect answer on a moment like this. “joey… i’m gonna catch some air.. if you don’t mind” but y/n found herself following her usual route to school, almost unconsciously looking for harry, in the moment she didn’t want anyone else nor talk to anybody else, just him.

y/n didn't care anymore, she could feel her feet moving towards harry as his lips moved, he was worried about her but she couldn't answer or even think of an answer, she simply didn't care about keeping her decorum and being a good fiancé anymore, she likes harry, she knows she does. it's almost all in slow motion for y/n, the 20 seconds it took her to walk towards harry felt like 5 minutes, and the way their lips crashed felt like an eternity, but this time to both of them. harry's hands placed on y/n's lower back, and their tongues intertwined as one, harry's moustache was a good add-on to the kiss, y/n thought, it tickled but in a good way, harry's brain was almost empty, he couldn't actually process what was happening right on his desk but he didn't care either, he had been living this moment in his mind for such a long time he doesn't really give a fuck if it's a mistake or not, he has the woman of his dreams wrapped around him, all his.

"y/n." harry interrupted the kiss, his mouth opened as he hesitated in his next words, "as much as i'm enjoying this you... you're getting married-" y/n put her indicator over his mouth, shushing him, "harry.. i want this.. please" y/n whispered, "tony has been cheating on me and i'm done pretending i'm not into you and i don't crave you, i'm done pretending i don't wish i was marrying you instead", both of them remained silent after her statement, harry's thumb caressed y/n's cheek in disbelief, disbelief that she got cheated on, disbelief that she was there in front of him confessing some type of love for him, "harry... i'm sorry if i look like i'm using you that's totally not what i want, i can leave if you want" y/n added, "no. god no. please stay... with me"

our couple kept kissing, kissing like it’s the end of the world and they want to enjoy their last few minutes together, y/n's legs wrapped around harry's waist, he stood tall, one hand holding y/n and the other trying to find the keys of the nurse's office, they honestly had so much tension between them they could do it right there, but even in the middle of so much lust they hadn't forgotten where they were, in their workplace, where a kid who forgot a pencil or a parent picking a forgotten jacket could walk in at any moment. harry's eyes lit up as y/n suggested minutes before "we can always do it in the nurse's office" leading them to here.

harry finally reached the key handing it to y/n, he grabbed a condom as well putting him in the left back pocket of his black jeans. "good lord i don't think i can make it to the office" harry exclaimed, he could feel his briefs squeezing his cock, grunting and sighing with his forehead against y/n's.

the nurse's office is silent, the walls are painted in a light blue with multiple cartoon drawings sticked to the walls, as well as drawing's made to the school's nurse, harry tenderly placed y/n on top of one of the beds in the room, locking the door behind him. "y/n...are you sure you want to do this?" harry questioned, to harry consent was key, but this time even more considering they were quite literally homewrecking. "fuck me harry, please", her eyes were filled with lust, her hands now unbuttoning the white top she has on, as well as unzipping the midi light purple silk skirt, "such an eager girl aren't you? fuck, such nice tits" his lips immediately met y/n's neck leaving love bites all over her cleavage, her skirt fell to the ground, leaving her pussy barely covered by a sheer white lace, harry's hands travel all over her body stopping near the already so wet area, as his fingers placed directly on her clit she couldn't help but whimper, "is this good" harry's voice was slightly deeper than usual still caring but somewhat assertive, y/n couldn't pronounce any words already, harry's fingers attached to her clit, rubbing and pinching, she cried out an almost inaudible "yes" in the middle of the gasps and moans, "couldn't hear you sweet pea, what did you say? can't continue if you don't talk to me." he removed his fingers from the white lace making y/n cry one more time, the loss of touch worked wonderfully as a motivation for y/n to speak, “that was so good, please don’t stop” y/n purred, grabbing harry's hand, placing it exactly where he left off. "good girl" he crooned removing his hand right after, "actually... let me take care of you in other ways", he got on his knees pulling y/n's legs apart, having a perfect look of her pussy, glistening and swollen, sending shivers down in his spine and almost making him cream in his pants like an impatient teenager. before smoothly removing her panties, harry's lips were attached to her inner thighs, from little pecks to leaving marks all over, the white mesh hadn't even hit the floor when his fingers started stroking y/n's clit once more, his tongue joined not long after, running up and down on y/n's very wet entrance. "fuck, you taste like heaven", harry admired the image in front of him yet he was not able to detach his mouth from her juices more than a few seconds, his tongue swirled inside her like it was his last meal, y/n gripped onto harry's hair, pulling and tugging it, "harry.. harry" she cried out, "oh fuck", y/n's legs were shaking, she could feel her climax closer than before, "harry i'm gonna cum" she panted, feeling her pussy clench as harry continued to lick her folds and gently biting her clit. "oh princess... look at the mess you made" his fingers brushed against the already very sensitive cunt, "such a pretty mess... let me clean it up, yeah?", that almost made y/n cum again, "harry... harry please let me cum on your cock" she pleaded, placing her weight on her elbows so she can clearly see his face, "god fuck! yeah let me um grab that condom", he got up trying to take the packet from his pocket, "no.. no i need to feel you harry", the words ring in his ears, he drops his jeans on the floor and quickly takes his briefs off, ramming into y/n's pussy, kissing her to muffle the moans coming from the both of them. they still don't know what went through their heads, and harry's thrusts inside y/n made them forget even more the world out side the room they're in, y/n's pussy clenching around harry's length, "harry i'm gonna cum again", quiet moans echoed in the room, "fuck sweets i'm so close too", he grunts as he fills her up, none of them had such a aggressive, carnal, fervent affair like this one, so full of intimacy and honey flavoured words yet so mad and potent in the sweet turbulent heated and urgent moment, nothing else mattered to them.

they're getting dressed, harry can't stop himself from staring and interrupting y/n just to steal one more kiss, "you know it's funny, the only other time i had sex in a nurse's office was in my first year of university" y/n giggles, followed by harry buttoning the rest of her top, "really? that's a weird coincidence!" he said with a tone of surprise in his voice, "on my senior year i also had sex in a nurse's office.. she was likely from your class, she was a freshman i believe", "trying to make me jealous, mr styles?" y/n gave him a little peck, "is it working?" he smiled now buttoning his shirt, "but for real, she was a freshman and we were at this guy's off campus house.. bryan something, god she never even told me her real name, said it was aimee and then said it was a lie but she wanted something she could have fun and not get attached to it” he buttons the last button and then looks at a horrified y/n, “what? i didn’t mean to upset you i was 21 back then”, he says worriedly, “no.. harry.. god.. i.. i once told a guy my name was aimee and it was my first time and i wanted to get it over with and then my friend niall banged on the door and we both burst out laughing-“, “y/n.. you look very different”, “god harry stop how did we end up in the same situation again”, harry grabs her chin, “let’s say it was destiny” he whispers kissing y/n passionately.

harry drove y/n home, the ride was filled with giggles and reminiscing their affair from their uni days, they couldn't explain why they didn't recognise each other but it felt too much like a sign from universe, bringing them together again. "we're here", harry gets closer to give y/n a kiss and she stops him, "joey is for sure observing us from the window, i'm sorry" her voice trembles, "no.. don't be sorry. i'll see you tomorrow?" he asks knowing her answer but she still nods, whispering a goodbye followed by a smile.

"y/n!" joey exclaims running to the door to hug her older sister, "was that harry? why didn't he come in? i made coffee!" she says pointing to the alone mug in the kitchen, "oh um.. he just drove me home" y/n placed her bag on one of the hooks right next to the door, "i thought you left to catch some air.. you went to school?" joey rubbed y/n's back, not imagining what could possibly be going through her sister's mind, y/n started tearing up, "oh y/n it's okay tony was a jerk! you're better off without him", the younger sister says trying to ease y/n, "joey i fucked harry" y/n blurs out, she has never been good at keeping secrets from joey, especially now that they spend 99% of their free time together, "i'm a girl with a broken engagement that fucked her co-worker that happens to be one of her best friends, i'm horrible joey" y/n's crying made her sniffle in between words, some understandable and others completely inaudible, "wow.. wow let's go back, you fucked harry?" joey's eyes widened, "and i liked it", joey let a small laugh out, "i knew you liked him”, she remains with a silly smile on her lips, “and you’re not horrible, you kinda paid tony back.. by fucking your really hot co-worker/friend… please let me grab you a mug i really need to know what happened in that school, you fucked in the classroom?” joey questions semi horrified.

“no..no we did it in the nurse’s office”

“oh that’s interesting”

“and there’s more”

“more?? maybe i don’t want to know..”

please tell me if u want to be added to taglist!

taglist: @psicostyles @behindmygreyeyes @your-local-lesbian-on-lexapro @mvaldez7821 @tiktokandtvismylife @silvermistwannabe @harrysgoldenhome @subbbyharry @buckybarnessimpp @gabshouse @sassqwn @thegirlnextdoorssister @theanxietyqueen17

[hyperbolicreverie]

A bit of a meta for the birthday boy, because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while:

I think, when talking about Law’s characterization, especially in regards to arguments that he’s secretly (or not-so secretly, your mileage may vary) a big softie, one interaction that I don’t see getting talked about too often is the fact that, when the fight with Doflamingo is all said and done, he goes back and saves Bellamy.

Now, Law does seem to have a habit of just…saving people, sometimes counter to what seems like conventional logic at the time—him showing up at Marineford to yoink Luffy and Jinbei out of there is kind of a perfect example of that. And if you want to be as objective about those situations as possible, you could say that every other time he rescues someone, it’s purely a strategic choice. (Once we get to Wano and the rooftop fight the narrative seems to give him a little more explicit emotional investment in his reasoning, so you can make an argument either way, I think).

But…Bellamy.

Bellamy, who Law has every reason to be pretty damn pissed at,  given his role in distracting Luffy from getting back to the rooftop fight with Doflamingo (even if it was largely his sassy, shit-talking mouth and the fraught emotions being thrown around that made that fight escalate so fast). Even if he was feeling unusually charitable, there’s no angle where saving Bellamy is beneficial to him. Heck, even Bellamy is confused as to why Law saved him. He claims it’s because Luffy called him a friend, but when pressed, he gets defensive really fast.

But here’s the thing. Luffy would never have expected Law to go out of his way to pull Bellamy out of the rubble. Luffy clearly didn’t want their fight to end the way it did, but he’s always owned his own decisions, and Bellamy had made it clear that there was only one way he was going to stop fighting. And eventually, Luffy had to respect that. Nor was he--to our knowledge, anyway—awake at any point after the fight with Doflamingo to ask anyone to make sure Bellamy was okay.

And yet, we have Law—Law, who has multiple gunshot wounds to his torso, recently had his arm reattached after experiencing traumatic dismemberment, who is so exhausted he had to cut into his lifespan just to keep going, and who is experiencing one of the most emotional periods of his already incredibly fucked up life—going out of his way to grab Bellamy. And I do mean, ‘out of his way:’ Bellamy was left underneath the palace, and by the time the fight ended, Law is who knows how far away in the middle of the city. He had to make an effort to get all the way back to the palace, grab Bellamy, and bring him to Kyros’ cabin. (And then arguably take care of everyone’s wounds on account of probably being the only person in that cabin with medical knowledge and hey, why do so many people think he has no stamina? Because he seems more like the damn Energizer Bunny to me).

You could make the argument that Bellamy needed to be left alive for something later on down the line—and it’s One Piece, so that is an entirely reasonable train of thought—but based on the cover stories we know that Bellamy has retired from piracy to become a dyer. There aren’t a lot of avenues I can see where he becomes a critical piece in the story again. Show up? Sure, we love cameos. But to be necessary? I’m not sure.

We, as the audience, get to see Bellamy go through the full process of his disillusionment with Doflamingo during the events of Dressrosa. And I don’t think it’s a stretch at all to argue that that is something Law knows very well. Once upon a time, he hung his hat on Doflamingo to try and get where he wanted, and that turned out very badly, and here is this man going through what probably looks like a very similar process. Their circumstances are very different, but there's a solid throughline there. And maybe that really had nothing to do with it at all, and Law really is just a softhearted person with a prickly outer shell, but it's an interesting parallel to think about.

So yeah. Law’s motivations, as they have been for most of his general existence outside of Dressrosa, are a mystery here. And I think this is what makes him such a fascinating character, because more than most characters in the series, you can’t really take his words for what they are. You have to watch what he actually does. And what we see him doing is griping and moaning about all sorts of things, and then doing them anyway. Every single time he’s asked to help someone, he complains—but at no point does he actually not help. We see it with Bellamy, and we see it with his intentions to get the Scabbards to safety even before Luffy asks, and even with the kids on Punk Hazard, who he did in fact help when all was said and done—and from the sound of it, made it as easy a process as possible, given some of them say the process was kind of fun. (But Law and his intimate knowledge of how terrifying doctors and medicine can be for little kids is a conversation for another time).

Is he the nicest guy? No, definitely not. He's kind of an asshole, and abrasive, ruthless and calculating, and regardless of how well-founded or not his actual reputation is, he definitely still plays it up a little bit. (But then, everyone gets to be at least a bit of an asshole in One Piece, and I love that for the characters. I don't want paragons of heroics, I want people).

But he's also the guy who goes out of his way to save people. And even if he doesn't seem to know how to admit to any sort of altruism, or view it as a particular good trait in and of itself, and even if he's garbage at accepting honest thanks for his help, it keeps happening.

Is it still impossible to predict what he's going to be doing in the future, now that he's not constantly around anymore? Yeah. But a lot of people wouldn't be around right now if it weren't for him, and I don't think they'll be forgetting that anytime soon.

(Even if Law might wish they would).

[pinkandblueblurbs]

Teacher’s Pet pt 3

Part 1 Part 2

Fred Weasley x Reader x Remus Lupin. Threesome, riding, degradation, praise, size kink, innocence kink, crying, older man/younger man and woman, bimbofication, sir kink. Implications of aftercare

word count: 2.4k

Excitement and nerves mingle within you as you stand nude in Lupin’s room at Grimmauld Place, the door clicking softly as Fred locks it behind you.

“Are you nervous, pretty girl?” Lupin muses from where he sits on the edge of his bed, brows furrowing in sympathy though the lilt of his voice carries mocking undertones.

“A-a bit, sir” you murmur, wringing your hands somewhat anxiously as your heart beats apace in your chest.

“Oh poppet, why’s that, hm? We’ve done this before, yeah?” His voice is a full on coo now, quite clearly patronizing you. Fred comes up to stand behind you, his front a warm presence at your back, large hands running up and down your arms.

“Our little princess here hasn’t had too much experience riding. She prefers to let me do the work- don’t you, baby?” He teases, leaning down to peek around you and view your face, which is quickly warming with embarrassment.

“W-well, I’m just not sure I’m very good at it...” you murmur bashfully, retreating backwards into Fred’s embrace. Remus tuts at this, but Fred comes to your defense.

“Oh, don’t let her timidness fool you. She’s a right cowgirl- what she lacks in confidence and skill she makes up for in eagerness.” Fred intones, grin evident in his voice. The warmth in your cheeks increases tenfold at his casual commentary on such lewd acts, added to by the sly grin that forms on Lupin’s face.

“Is that so? In that case, dear, you have nothing to worry about. Come over here, love.”

Your heart flutters at the words, and your cunt pulses similarly. Fred’s hand moves to the small of your back to push you forwards, coaxing you to walk over to Lupin slowly. You pause once you’re stood before him- still overcome somewhat by shyness.

“Oh bunny, you really are nervous, aren’t you?” He murmurs. “Still so shy, as if you haven’t already sucked me off and taken my cock. Come here.” He reaches up to wrap a warm, calloused hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down to connect his lips to yours in an almost tender kiss- though the subtly frantic movement of his tongue within your mouth betrays his intense hunger.

As Lupin had intended, you feel yourself relax into the kiss- his lips aren’t quite as comforting as Fred’s in their familiarity, though some familiarity is still there, and you’re soothed by its presence.

He pulls away far too quickly for your liking, pulling a perturbed whine from your saliva-slick lips.

“No need to whine, bunny” the man comforts, hands leaving your neck to find his lap and work open the zipper of his trousers, making your heart thrum excitedly. “I’ll give ya what y’want.”

“Thank you, sir. Want your cock so bad.” You murmur out, still somewhat bashful, but more bold than you’ve ever been around the man. He flashes you a grin.

“Yeah? What a good girl, telling me how badly you want me.” You glow at the praise, bouncing happily on your toes as Remus smiles. “Gonna be a brave girl today, show me what you can do?”

The heat in your cheeks becomes apparent once more, but you still manage a shy smile and nod. “Yes sir.”

“Course she is.” Fred pipes up from behind you, the soft thunk of a belt muffled by fabric telling you he dropped his lower garments in one motion. He steps out of them and up to you, resting one hand on your hip as the other gives your bum a playful smack, making you yelp. “My girl knows how to behave. Now hop up, princess, straddle Remus.”

You do as Fred says, making your way onto Remus’s lap just as the man frees his cock from his trousers and briefs. You look down at it hungrily, the rouged tip and stiff shaft making your cunt pulse with need. Remus grins at your intent stare.

“You want my cock in your pussy, bunny? Are you desperate for it?” He teases lowly, hand coming out to rub tantalizingly up and down your side. You nod, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you reach down to give his length a slow, tentative stroke. Remus groans.

“That’s it, princess, get him aaaall ready. Make sure he’s nice and hard.”

As you jerk Remus’s cock a hand comes out beside your face- Fred’s, you recognize- palm cupped and waiting. “Spit, baby.” He orders gruffly. You immediately comply, gathering saliva in your mouth before expelling a glob of it onto his hand, letting it slowly drip from your lips. Remus lets out another groan.

“Good girl, so helpful. So obedient.” He praises, voice a delicious rumble. You hear the telltale sound of Fred’s fist passing over his cock once his hand has been retracted, the boy using your spit as lubricant.

“I think Remus is nice and hard, princess.” Fred muses, voice just slightly strained, confirming the attention he’s paying to his cock. “Why don’t you sit that pretty pussy on him.”

“Yes Fred.” You obediently respond as Remus’s hands find your hips, guiding you to rise on your knees- which bracket Remus’s thighs- and position yourself above his erect length.

“Okay bunny, now lower slowly- that’s it, niiiice and easy” Remus murmurs the instructions as you steadily seat yourself on his cock- which, being longer and more curved than Fred’s, prods areas inside you that you’re largely unaccustomed to, and the fact that this is the first time you’ve tried this position with Remus means the sensation is entirely new. A long, drawn out moan spills from your lips in time with your slow-moving descent.

“That’s a good girl- fuck, does that feel good?” Remus grits out, voice tight with pleasure.

“Does his big cock feel good inside your tight little pussy, babygirl?” Fred adds. “Bet he’s so deep, isn’t he?” Your head bobbles in clumsy assent, the acute perception of Remus’s cock buried inside you jumbling your thoughts and luring you into a submissive haze.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Remus quite nearly growls. “Nice and deep inside your sweet little pussy- all the way up to y’belly.”

“So deep” you whimper, the trembling of your voice akin to that of your lip as you’re overcome by the intense sensation. Your hands smear over the balmy skin of Remus’s shoulders, grappling for stability as you resist the urge to collapse against the man’s chest and allow him to simply have his way with you.

“Come on, princess, start moving” Fred prompts, pulling a plaintive whine from your lips. “You promised Remus a good fuck, yeah? So you’re gonna give it to him.”

With a soft whimper of effort you obediently rise up, getting your feet under you rather than your knees so you can start bouncing. You and Remus let out matching moans at the stimulation, his cock dragging perfectly along the ribbed walls of your channel.

“Atta girl” Fred grits out, voice a low rasp as he strokes his cock in time with your movement.

“Fuck- you are good at this, aren’t ya? Ridin’ me like it’s what you’re made to do” Remus observes, eyes flicking up and down, torn between watching the bouncing swells of your breasts or his cock leave and re-enter your pussy.

“The girl’s made to fuck, mate, any way possible.” Fred utters the words almost casually, making your cunt pulse. Remus gives you a cocky grin, feeling your reaction to Fred’s degrading words, and joins in.

“Damn right she is. Just a little slut, aren’t you, bun? Just a little pussy to fuck, hm?” Remus tauntingly inquires, looking at you with a raised brow, clearly expecting an answer.

“Y-yes-“ you gasp out, struggling to maintain your pace as your legs tremble with effort and your stomach does flips in its arousal. “Just a slut- oh fuck, sir”

“Ah ah, keep going, babygirl” Fred pipes up, noticing your diminishing speed. “Don’t go all stupid on us yet- gotta be extra good for Lupin, hm? Don’t you wanna impress him? Don’t make him help ya like I always end up having to.”

“C-can’t” you whimper out pathetically, movements dwindling as your arousal grows, and your fatigue along with it. “Need help.”

“Princess, I said keep going-“

“Ohh, it’s alright” Lupin’s patronizing coo cuts off Fred’s growled words. “She’s doing such a good job- I can help her. You want some help, pretty thing?”

“Please” you all but sob, frustrated by your struggle to ride him, the feeling heightened by the foggy haze settling in your lust clouded mind.

“Okay, bunny. I’ve gotcha” Remus assures, hands firming on your hips as he helps guide your movements, strong arms supporting much of your weight as your trembling form struggles to continue your rhythmic rise and fall in his lap. You let out breathy moan after breathy moan, his cock prodding firmly at your g-spot and his pelvic bone hitting your clit with each bounce.

“Fuck- you look so pretty riding a cock, babygirl.” Fred grits out, the wet glide of his hand over his length faint in comparison to the slapping of your skin against Remus’s.

“C-can’t” you cry out again, knees weak in your aroused state. Desperate tears swell in your eyes as you climb slowly towards your peak but find yourself unable to fall over the edge. “Need to cum- but I can’t.”

“Are you really being this fuckin’ pathetic?” Fred mutters, exasperation lacing the words.

“The sweet darling’s trying” Remus counters, still in that patronizing coo. His hands move up your body, calluses brushing over your balmy skin, making you shiver, and one finds the expanse of your back while the other grips the back of your neck. He uses the hold to pull you forward, coaxing you to collapse into him, your forehead resting in the crook of his neck. You whimper uselessly, trembling in his lap.

“Shh, let me help you, pretty bunny.” He murmurs soothingly, hands moving back down to find the globes of your ass. He grips the flesh firmly, using his hold to drag you up and down swiftly on his cock, pulling a slew of whimpers and gasps from your lips. Your warm breath tickles the heated skin of his neck with each sound.

“That’s better, isn’t it? Just needed me to do it.” Remus muses, voice somewhat tight with the pleasure of the faster pace he’s set. You nod weakly against him, mind far too muddled to form a verbal response.

“Look at you, princess. Turned all useless.” Fred intones, stepping up to you, one hand fisting his cock as he reaches out to grip your hair with the other, pulling so your head limply flops backwards and grants him sight of your visage. He takes in your slack lips, wide, dilated eyes, and unfocused gaze, grinning cockily at your ragdoll-esque state.

“She’s gonna cum soon- can feel her tight little cunt squeezin’ me” Remus utters through gritted teeth.

“Yeah? Gonna cum, little slut?” Fred taunts, far more mocking in nature. “Gonna make a big mess on sir’s cock?”

The use of the title makes you moan, and you gasp out a weak “yes- gonna cum.”

“Go on then, bunny. Cum for me.” Remus growls lowly. Fred releases your hair then, pushing you forward roughly by the back for your head and sending you careening into Remus as your orgasm crashes over you in intense, relentless waves.

You tremble against Remus’s strong form, lost in the throws of rapture as your cunt pulses and your head spins with your release.

“Good girl bunny- that’s right, milk my cock.” His grunts mingle with Fred’s as he continues to thrust upwards into your limp body and Fred continues to stroke his own dick.

“Gonna give you two loads, princess. You want it? Want our cum?” Fred grits out, the sound of skin on skin growing more rapid as he chases his own orgasm, and Remus does the same.

“Please” you sob out, overworked, sensitive tears spilling from your waterline and cooling your heated cheeks before dropping onto Remus’s shoulder.

Remus’s hips snap into yours roughly, the movements deep and somewhat stuttered as he growls out “take it, take my cum.”

You gasp at the erotic sensation of his thick, hot cum shooting inside you, the fluid painting your walls and further warming your already burning insides.

Not a moment later Fred’s grunting lowly as he meets his own end, ropes of his seed spraying from his cock and hitting the perspiring expanse of your back in viscous lines.

“That’s a good bunny” Remus breathes out, breathless from his orgasm and in awe of the sight of your slack body covered in cum. A large hand rubs soothingly between your shoulder blades, relaxing you as the three of you come down from the peaks of pleasure in the balmy room. You nuzzle into Remus’s clavicle, inhaling his heady post-coital scent and finding solace in his embrace

Fred moves over to the edge of the bed, gingerly sitting beside you both, and reaches out to smooth strands of your hair behind your ear.

“Hey, princess.” He murmurs gently. “You with us?”

“Reckon she’ll take a minute, we had her cryin’” Remus muses after a beat of silence passes in the wake of Fred’s inquiry. The boy hums.

“Do you want me to take you to the other room, babyg-“

“No” you whimper out, fingers curling desperately around Remus’s form. “Wanna stay with Lupin.” The man chuckles.

“Sorry mate, you heard the lady. I guess you’re stuck with us.”

“No need to apologize.” Remus hums as his hand resumes its path of soothing circles, lulling you pleasantly- albeit slowly- out of your fog. “You’re both welcome to stay as long as you’d like. I’m more than happy to help you get cleaned up.”

“You say that now,” Fred quips lightheartedly “but wait till you hear the girl whine.”

“I don’t whine” you murmur plaintively, the words coming out suspiciously akin to what you claim they aren’t. Both men laugh.

“Course you don’t, bunny.”

tags: @whizzbeesdukes @snapesdaughsjm @kyleed24 @woman-with-no-name @barneswidow @randomoutsiders @fandom-puff @spxllcxstxr @frecklesandfirecrackers @layaaaa @wholebigboxofyikes @fific7 @sunrisefairy @pandaxnienke @weasleyposts @mypainistemporary @amourtentiaa @drachoesimp @st0nesnglitter @quindolyn @fjorelaant @hoes4dameron @fredshotwife @padfootswife @lillsthoughts @abbott27 @elizabethrosedarling @lilypad-55449 @moonyinthelight

[safetycar-restart]

im out of ideas. i have a mental block not allowing me to take the opportunity of mirror day and use it. im so mad. cause i have an idea but cannot put it into words. but i’ll try.

so. more charles, except its poly!piarles because im a sucker for them and everyone knows that. pierre fucking the life out of bunny, who just wants to bury his head in the pillow but no, pierre has been told to stop if he looks away. so both boys are eyes glued to the mirror struggling enough with the feeling of each other and the sight is so unholy and beautiful that they just cannot stop moaning. and you sit there in the reading nook watching with a huge smile cause you’ve got two beautiful boys who love each other and you and they deserve to see how beautiful they are even in such a desperate, private state 🤍🤍

- 🍁

You really just said you had a mental block and then proceeded to drop an absolute banger??? I wish my writers block let me write stuff like this oh my god.

Maybe this happens after a race? Charles and Pierre clearly still have some left over energy, neither of them being able to relax or settle down. You, however, are still very much experiencing the effects of jet lag and you don’t really want to do anything yourself.

So you settle into the chair at the corner of the room and tell Pierre that he’s to fuck Charles exactly as you say, to follow your every word.

And they’re both SO happy with that.

Charles loves your voice so much and he really wants to get fucked hard, so to have you instructing Pierre? Incredible.

Maybe the mirror isn’t there originally, but you have them fucking doggy style (Pierre’s favourite), and Charles is facing the dressing table and suddenly you get an idea.

You tell Pierre to stop, to stay inside of Charles but not move and you get up to go to the bathroom. Poor Charles is crying and trying desperately to wriggle around to get Pierre’s cock to move when you get back, poor bunny is so desperate he can’t believe you’re being so mean!!

But then they see that you’re carrying the the big mirror that was in the bathroom and you rest it on the dressing table, leaning against the wall and suddenly Charles and Pierre are looking at themselves.

“Carry on,” you tell them, “but, Pierre will stop if Charles looks away from the mirror and can only carry on when Charles looks again.”

And poor bunny!! He so badly wants to burry his head in the pillows, to let his arms collapse and just be face down ass up for Pierre to fuck him nice and hard. But he can’t!! He has to somehow keep holding himself up because he has to look in the mirror.

And fuck the sight they’re greeted with? Pierre and Charles are obsessed with it, how they both look so desperate.

It’s Pierre who realises that this is the sight you see when they’re fucking, that they’re seeing themselves through your eyes and that just makes everything so much more intense.

Charles only realises that after, because his little braincell is currently not in operation.

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Spring Drabbles: The List!

This is super duper late BUT thank you all so so so so so much for making our Spring Drabbles extravaganza so extravagant! F & I worked really hard to put all these prompts together so all the hoes could get the drabbles of their wet (and soft!) dreams. 

We really appreciated it, so we made this list for an easy menu. This is the structure of how this is laid out:

In alphabetical order-

Driver / AU - Title of Drabble, Number(s). “Quote(s)” 

Driver / AU - Title of Drabble, Number(s). “Quote(s)”

A

AustralianDaddies!Mafia AU- A Quick Fix, “I need your help.” - “Where’s the body?” & “I swear it was an accident.”

AustralianDaddies!Mafia AU- The Bank Robbery, “At least I didn’t break any laws.” & “Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?” & “I think I’m dying and I wanted to tell you ‘I love you’ before I do.” - “Okay, let’s work on one problem at a time.”

AustralianDaddies!Mafia AU- Dead than Dead, “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” & “If any other person did this to me, they would be dead-“ - “That sounds like an over exaggeration-“ - “IN A DITCH, WHERE NO ONE WOULD FIND THEIR BODY,” - “Really?” - “EVER!”

AustralianDaddies!Mafia AU- When Curiosity First Struck, “How have you survived this long by yourself?”

AustralianDaddies!Mafia AU- An Unfortunate Series of Events, 6. “I need your help.” - “Where’s the body?”12. “I swear it was an accident.”

AussieDaddies!AU- When It Hits, 37. “I think I’m dying and I wanted to tell you ‘I love you’ before I do.” - “Okay, let’s work on one problem at a time.”82. “Why is your stupid face just so kissable.”

AussieDaddies!AU- The Not So Restful Rest Time, “Wanna bet?” & “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

D

Daniel- Bunny Man, “I’ve never seen someone look so cute and so ridiculous at the same time.”

Daniel- Promise Me Forever, “It’s hard to get used to…” - “what?” - “Being someone that someone cares for…'

Daniel- Expectations, “I fucking hate you” & “don't call me that"

Daniel- Do As I Say, “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

F-G

Fernando- All Pink & Pretty, “I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” & “Stop looking at me like that!”

George- Caught, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

George- Panic! Leading to More! Panic!, “Why the fuck would you propose to me in front of my family?” - “I’m sorry, I panicked.”

M

Mick- You can't outsmart me, “One of us is clearly smarter than the other.”

Mick- Against The Door, “Don’t call me that.”

Michael- Post Workout Nightmare, “If I hear one laugh, I’m killing you in your sleep.”

L

Lando- Trying Too Hard, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” - “Falling insinuates I landed with no padding, so yes, it did hurt.”

Lando- The Challenge, “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck you right now.”

Lewis- Dress you up, Just to Dick you Down, “ i can’t get enough of you.” & “do you want help with that?”

Lewis- Growing Pains, “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” & “If any other person did this to me, they would be dead-“ - “That sounds like an over exaggeration-“ - “IN A DITCH, WHERE NO ONE WOULD FIND THEIR BODY,” - “Really?” - “EVER!”

Lewis- Tipping Point, “I’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.” & “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

Lewis- Where do we go from here..., "Are you jealous?” & “Don’t go on that date.” - “Why?” - “You know why.” - “Say it.”

Lewis- Never Easy, “Ugh, fuck.” - “Did it happen?” - “Fuck!” - “Say it!” - “I can’t believe it… I fell in love with you!” & “Just marry me already.”

T

Toto- On My Demon Time, “Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?”