#didn’t rlly have friends when they were younger

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they look half dead ☹️

[heesdreamer]

Forgotten Consequences

PAIRING ➩ jake x reader (bsfs little brother au)

SUMMARY ➩ Your bestfriends little brother comes back from Australia and catches your attention despite knowing the consequences

WARNINGS ➩ ages aren’t specified but reader is a few years older than Jake and considers him “barely an adult”, RLLY ROUGH SM*T, like no joke it’s rough be warned, consent is there even though reader says no (she def wants it!), d*ddy is used sorry lol… this is straight up p*rn so there’s your warning. Jake is rough and borders obsessive

WC ➩ 5.7k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ Not exactly pleased my return to the writing world is basically PWP lol but here it is… there’s a larger story here I’m considering writing so lmk if you’re interested. Sorry to keep you guys missing me, take this as an apology piece

“Your brother is a lot taller than I remember him being Chaeyoung.”

You briefly glanced over to the side once you heard Lily’s voice start to whisper, seeing her leaning into the other girls side as she tried to be as discreet as possible.

Both of them were staring out at something in the yard and you followed their gaze until you landed on Jake standing in the corner, picking up something off of the snack table and looking as bored as you felt at this ridiculous party.

“If you hook up with my little brother I’ll actually kill you.” Chaeyoung’s voice was flat and deadly serious but her face didn’t show any actual signs of caring about the conversation, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink before looking away and letting Lily lay on her shoulder.

Your eyebrow raised slightly at the interaction before your gaze was floating back over to the boy instinctively.

He hadn’t been home from the dance school in Australia long and this was only your second time seeing him since. You’d grown up together but you’d never paid him much mind outside of when Chaeyoung gave him funny makeovers and made him dance to girl group songs with you and your friends. Other than that he wasn’t necessarily somebody on your radar.

It was impossible to not notice the difference in him now.

Mainly the fact he was almost double the size he had been when he left, clearly hitting puberty now and apparently the gym considering how large his shoulders looked underneath the washed out black hoodie he was wearing.

He’d obviously gotten a new sense of style in his time away too and it was one that you were almost annoyingly attracted to. His hair was longer and stuck in his face most the time, earbuds peaking out from behind the dark strands whenever he pushed it back with his large hand and you could’ve sworn you’d posted the shoes he was currently wearing on your Instagram story a few months ago.

You watched him as he started to make his way back inside, completely ignoring the party going on around him and not even sparing a glance at the people in his backyard and living room.

When he was younger, he always wanted to be involved, especially when it had to do with Chaeyoung and your friends. You remember seeing her send him back up to his room dozens of times when he tried to hang out with you guys, always greeting you and the others enthusiastically.

A frown was forming on your face at his indifferent attitude before you were glancing back at your friends, glad to see they were lost in their own conversation and not noticing the way your eyes had been locked on your bestfriends little brother for the better part of the last ten minutes.

They were so distracted that they also didn’t notice the way you were scooting off of the outdoor bench, adjusting your skirt and balancing yourself slightly before you were heading inside and following the path you’d seen the younger boy taking. You were a bit thrown off when you entered the house again, the atmosphere a lot more intense and dizzying than the outside partygoers had been.

But you knew Jake wouldn’t have stuck around this type of environment long so you pushed your way through the crowd and continued on your way upstairs to where you knew he’d be, raising your fist and knocking on his door before you thought twice about it.

You froze up slightly at the speed in which he swung open his bedroom door, a heavy glare set on his face and you could hear music coming from deeper in the room, having seemingly abandoned his headphones. His eyes widened for just a second when he realized it was you in the hallway before he was forcing on an expression of indifference.

“Y/N? Whats up?” He was asking but his tone was lazy like he didn’t care, luckily you knew better and could clearly read the curiosity in his eyes.

You ignored his question and pushed into the room, taking a deep breath once inside before turning towards him with a raised eyebrow. He was sighing and closing the door behind you, leaning against it for a second once he realized what your expression was directed towards.

“You smoke?” You were finally speaking and he tensed at the sound of your voice, looking way more intimidating with the way he was lazily leaned against his door and accidentally trapping you inside the room. You took a seat on his bed and watched him curiously, waiting for an answer.

You didn’t necessarily need one considering you were now noticing how lazy his eyes were, gaze low and hazy as he stared at you sitting on his bed and the corner of his lips turned up into a half smirk at your stern voice and scolding demeanor.

“You gonna tell on me Y/N?” His tone was teasing now and you kept watching him as he pushed off the door, crossing the room until he was flopping back into his bed.

Luckily he kept some distance between the two of you, sitting up so his back was propped up on his headboard and his knee was pointed towards the ceiling. You were still sitting on the edge of his bed but you turned your body so you could face him better, adjusting your skirt with the movement. You took one final glance towards the door, eyes falling down to the turned lock on the knob.

“I’m sure I could be convinced to not tell.” You were responding to him slowly, keeping your voice light so he knew you weren’t serious. His eyes darkened a touch but you continued on with your light teasing. “Maybe if you were open to sharing.”

You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up in Jake Sim’s bedroom smoking weed with him, sitting fully on his bed now with your legs crossed underneath you and grazing fingers every time he passed the bowl over in your direction.

You kept picturing Chaeyoung walking into the room, seeing the way you were looking at him every time he was breathing smoke outwards into the air. You wondered if she’d care, wondered if she’d realize where your mind had gone and then you’d shift on the bed and feel the tension in the room and know there was no way she wouldn’t suffocate in it.

He was watching you now in a way that you knew was past the line of friendly, miles past the line of being your bestfriends younger brother, and for the first time since entering his room you got nervous. So nervous that you inhaled wrong and the smoke traveled to a tighter part of your chest, sending you lurching forward in a rough cough as you patted your torso a couple times to try and clear your airways.

Jake was chuckling at your amateurish smoking skills and you sent him a glare as another cough ripped through you, moving your hand to send a soft punch towards his knee for his teasing.

“Wanna know a better way to get the smoke down?” His voice was low, lower than it already was and you remember being frozen the first time you heard him speak when he originally got back, deep and silky as he muttered a halfhearted greeting in your direction.

You gave him a curious look even though you already had an idea of where this was heading, wondering how far he was planning to take this. You only responded with a soft nod now that your coughs had died down and left your throat with a burning sensation, worsening when a gasp ripped through you at the feeling of him wrapping his hands underneath your knees and tugging you closer on the bed.

He moved you completely effortlessly and your eyes were wide and panicked, still sitting with your legs crossed but now you were directly in front of him and your knees were bumping into one of his, his other leg stretch out along your side and effectively forming a cage around you.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Your warning was coming out far less stern than you’d hoped it would, voice weak and almost teasing again despite how serious you were.

His eyebrow cocked at this and you immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say considering the challenging glint forming in his eye now. He was swaying forward so his face was close to yours, way too close considering you felt his nose graze you for just a second before he was pulling back so he could stare down at your tense features.

“Keep your mouth open.” He was speaking suddenly and you could feel his breath on your lips, his tone light but commanding enough that for some reason you were immediately nodding your head and parting your lips for him.

He wasn’t wasting any time, sitting up enough so he could light the bowl once more and inhale it deep, holding it there in his chest easily for a few seconds before he was leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. It wasn’t a kiss but it was enough for your eyes to flutter closed, leaning forward to press tighter against him but still not enough to feel his mouth completely on yours.

It was completely sensual, the way he was breathing out the smoke into your mouth from his own, almost suffocating as you inhaled a shaky breath softly and swayed further against him to try to avoid letting it escape.

“Breathe it in.” He was directing you again now that the smoke was out of his mouth and inside yours, not bothering to lean back and give you space as he started to speak and you could feel his lip brushing against yours for just a second. “C‘mon hold it for me. You can take it deeper than that.”

Your eyes were widening in surprise at his suggestive words, letting the smoke out before you were planning to and sitting up straight to try and put some distance between the two of you. He didn’t seem bothered at all by your reaction and for a second you wondered if you had just misheard him, let your own guilty thoughts and insecurities take his words to mean something besides smoking.

It didn’t help that your stomach was flipping with want now, face reddening and getting warmer as you replayed what he had said in your mind.

“Do it again.” You were requesting it in a whisper and you weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for, judging yourself for secretly hoping he’d repeat his innuendo laced words so you could hear it in his voice again. Instead he was grabbing the bowl and placing it between the two of you, lighting it again and inhaling.

You didn’t have too much time to be disappointed considering he was immediately lowering it and connecting your lips again, not even giving you time to open your mouth to collect the smoke.

He seemed to take matters into his own hands and you felt his tongue pressing against your sealed lips, prying them open so he could tilt his head and funnel the smoke into your throat. For a second you were chasing after his tongue with your own, nearly kissing him fully in a deeper lust fueled high, but he was cupping your jaw briefly and closing your mouth so you were forced to breathe in the smoke.

It was settling deep in your chest and this time you held it for him, looking up at him slightly through your eyelashes with watery eyes and he had a more satisfied expression on his face now that you were listening to him.

“Good girl.” He was humming out the word casually but your mouth parted in surprise, legs instinctively clenching together as you let the smoke filter back out and hit his face instead. The smirk on his face told you that he had definitely noticed your reaction and you were starting to lose all feelings of guilt and hesitation, being replaced with something much more terrible.

Something so intense that you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking forward and pressing your lips against his fully.

He thankfully was immediately reciprocating and you tried not to think about where he learned to kiss this intensely, hands coming up to cup your face and keep you locked against him as you moved together. You’d rocked forward so far that you nearly knocked him over back against the bed, leaning over his lap now as you desperately kissed him deeper and deeper.

It took for his hand sliding down your back, attempting to pull you fully onto his awaiting lap, for you to snap out of it and sit up straight with a small gasp.

Your hand was reaching up to touch your lips and you tried to ignore the fact they were wet from his mouth, looking at him and scanning from his confused eyes down to his own swollen lips that most likely mirrored the state of your own. Your body was lit up with need and it didn’t help that he was still touching you, hand resting on your lower back like he was waiting for you to kiss him again.

“We can’t do this.” You were telling him sternly in a panicked voice, shaking your head desperately to try and make sure he understood and that your point was getting across to him.

His hand was sliding down lower and roughly squeezing, resting on the curve of your ass and sending your hips forward and more onto his. A soft gasp was slipping from your mouth, followed by a breathy whine at the feeling of him hardening and pressing against your front, even more unbearable considering he wasn’t moving his hand and was instead softly groping your behind and rocking you against him.

“But we’re going to.” He was responding to your rejection in a casual tone, sounding more confident than he was pushy and you let out another soft whine as you gave him a bewildered look. “You followed me up here, you came into my room in this tiny little skirt and climbed into my bed because you wanted me to fuck you.”

You were instinctively shaking your head in panicked denial but your hands were going to his shoulders, pulling yourself forward onto his lap fully and mewling softly at the feeling of him completely pressing against you.

He didn’t say anything else as you started to desperately move against him, your head falling forward and landing in the crook of his neck as you lifted yourself up and down slowly so you could feel him under you at every possible angle. His large hands were holding you roughly and lifting you every time you struggled, pushing your skirt up further on your hips so he could feel your bare skin and lace panties.

“Fuck fuck.” You were panting out into his neck and arching your back into him, a shiver rolling down your spine when he was harshly tugging at your underwear so it was pressed painfully against your sensitive clit.

“God, do you always get this wet?” He was finally started to sound affected and you let out an embarrassed sob at his words, hand sliding up the back of his neck until it was tangled in his long hair. You imagined you were already a mess considering how desperate you were feeling, an overwhelming heat mixing with your high and stopping you from thinking about anything other than Jake.

“Let me fuck you baby, let daddy fix this.” He was talking so sweetly in your ear in his low voice.

You were shaking your head again but you already knew your resolve was falling apart, feeling nearly inhuman with how much you longed to be full of something, especially if it was him. You were aching in your panties and the forbidden image of your best friends little brother stuffing you and making the ache go away was nearly making you drool.

“How old are you Jae?” You were gasping out and lifting your head out of his neck to look at his face clearly, fearing his response and knowing you had a right to the fear considering for the first time his eyes flashed with guilt and worry. You were quickly doing the math in your head and gasping again, sitting up even more and stopping your rocking against him. “Oh my god you’re barely legal.”

He suddenly looked really annoyed and you felt bad for getting this far with him, knowing you had no choice but to stop what you were doing and reject the boy before anything more happened.

Messing around with your best friends brother was one thing but doing it while he was just barely an official adult was too much for your conscience, even if you weren’t that much older than him.

He seemed to have a totally different idea than you considering he was scoffing in annoyance before he was pausing and then flipping you completely over, ripping a shriek from you as your back unexpectedly hit the bed and he was left hovering over you. You froze up in shock as he impatiently undid the buttons on your skirt that was still pushed up on your waist, tugging it down and tossing it somewhere across the room.

“Don’t act like you care about how old I am.” He was barely looking at you as he spoke with anger lacing his voice, looking at your nearly bare bottom half for a few seconds before he was glancing up at you to check for your reaction. “Let me eat your pussy.”

You were letting out a loud laugh of disbelief, lacking any humor as you clamped your thighs shut and shook your head. “I mean it Jake, we can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

His large hands were squeezing your ankles for a second before sliding up your legs softly, your breath getting shakier as he reached your knees and slowly separated your legs. You both could tell you weren’t actually showing any attempt to stop him, not even putting up a fight as he lowered his face closer to your core and you could feel his breath over the wet spot covering your panties.

“It’s wrong that you want my tongue so bad your thighs are soaked.” He was talking in between the kisses he was laying on your skin, getting closer and closer to the thin fabric separating you and the point of no return. “Would be wrong to let you leave my room without my cum in your stomach.”

“Please, you need to stop.” You were breathing it out in a moan once he finally was placing a kiss over your covered core, softly running his tongue along your wetness and humming softly. The vibrations went straight to your clit and your hips rolled off the bed, pushing his face straight against you. “Oh fuck.”

He let out something that sounded almost like a growl before he was pushing your panties to the side and diving into your wet folds, wasting no time in sticking his tongue as deep as he possibly could get it and ignoring the way you nearly screamed and tried to close your legs around his head. He used his free hand to aggressively slam your knee back against the bed, opening you up completely for him and practically making out with your cunt.

It was completely lewd and disgusting, the wet noises filling the room as he ate you out with a level of expertise that almost made your stomach turn with curiosity if it wasn’t for how good he was making you feel.

Your hand was going to his hair to pull him out of your core but plans changed when he was sucking your clit into his mouth softly, instead keeping him locked in place with his long strands between your fingers. He abandoned your sensitive bud to go back to trying to stick his tongue as deep inside you as he could, turning his head so he was pushing into your tight hole and he moaned against you, the vibration nearly pulling another scream from you.

“Please Jake, oh my god please.” You almost thought you were begging for him to stop but you both knew you weren’t, lifting your hips up every time he tried to take a breath in an attempt to keep him buried in your cunt as long as possible.

“Wanna cum on my tongue or my cock baby?” He was lifting his head up to question you and you were thrown off by how easily it rolled off his tongue, how confident he seemed to be in being able to fuck you properly and make you cum with no question. You rarely came from hookups and definitely left unsatisfied more often than not but something about the glare in his eyes made you believe him.

You were apparently taking too long to answer considering he was climbing back on top of you and adjusting you slightly, moving your body like it weighed nothing.

“Don’t know how long I’ve wanted you like this Y/N. Going to show you what a real man feels like inside this slutty little hole.” He was reaching down and rubbing his fingers against you for emphasis, smirking when you let out a shaky breath and your stomach clenched. “Beg for daddy to fuck you baby, let everyone hear how much you want me.”

You were shaking your head and letting out an actual sob now, tears heavy as they rolled down your face and landed on the bed underneath you. He looked completely unaffected by your emotional reaction to the humiliation and pure want you felt for him.

It didn’t matter what he said now and it didn’t matter even if his sister walked into the room and saw him on top of you like this, you’d realized from the second you entered the room that you’d let him do anything to you that he wanted and that fact drove you absolutely insane with guilt and embarrassment. He seemed to know it as much as you did considering he was silent and patient as he waited for you to get ahold of yourself, knowing you’d end up begging for him regardless.

“Please Jake I need you so bad, need you to fuck me baby please.” You were pleading with him through a sob, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to lift your hips to meet his and show him how desperate you were.

His eyes darkened the more you spoke and for the first time since entering his room you felt genuinely anxious, letting out a cry as he swiftly moved his hand up so it was pressing on your throat and restricting your breathing. Your eyes widened at his sudden aggression even though you were beginning to understand your mistake.

“Say it again and say it right or I’ll throw you out of my room with nothing but your dripping cunt.” He was leaning down to spit the words into your ear and you let out an embarrassing whine, another rush of heat running through you. “You like that huh… like when I get rough with you?”

You were nodding the best you could with his hand around your throat, the sting of the pressure making more wetness rush out of you as complete desperation took over your mind and left you feeling dizzy and out of it. Out of it enough that your tongue was hanging out of your mouth before you realized it, mouth opening as you stared up at him with watering eyes and heavy eyelashes.

He let off some of the tension around your throat just enough for you to be able to speak in a weak voice.

“Please daddy please give me your spit, I’ll be a good girl I promise.” You were practically sobbing as you begged him and his eyes were basically darkened to pitch black at this point, staring down at you with a hunger you’d never experienced from someone before. “Can do whatever you want to me, I’ll take it.”

Jake aggressively gripped your jaw and tugged your head closer towards his, waiting until you were eagerly sticking your tongue back out for him so he could spit roughly into your mouth. Before you got a chance to swallow it he was chasing after his spit with his own tongue, licking against yours until he was practically in your throat. You hummed softly and bobbed your head so he was even deeper, wanting him inside you in every way humanly possible.

“God you’ve gotta let me fuck you now or I’m going to hurt you.” He was pulling back to speak through gritted teeth, nearly looking pained as he was roughly sitting you up and tugging off the sweater you’d been wearing, leaving you completely bare outside of your panties that were beyond stretched from the way he was holding them.

“Hurt me.” You were begging him for it before you even processed that you wanted it, the imagine of him holding you down and shoving himself so deep inside you that you couldn’t handle the stretch making your stomach tighten with want. “Please Jake hurt me.”

“Don’t even know what you’re fucking begging for, you’re such a slut you don’t even care how I fuck you.” He sounded so angry but you knew he was just as affected as you, tugging you up and back into his lap so you were straddling him again. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before he was letting it go to speak again. “Wanna drag you down to that packed living room and take you in front for everyone there, let everyone watch me stuff you so deep your stomachs bulging.”

You were dizzy now, almost worried you were going to pass out from how overwhelmed you were and he’d barely even touched you so far.

You were desperately rolling your hips into his again and he was surprisingly letting you, guiding you as you bounced in his lap and practically rode him despite the fact he was still fully clothed. The image of you, bouncing on his hard on while practically naked and dripping down your thighs compared to him being fully dressed and composed made you feel even dizzier and you found yourself longing for what he was describing.

“Gonna make me feel so full daddy please, I’m sorry.” You could feel his hardness pressing against you every time you bounced and you were so turned on you couldn’t even find the time to be embarrassed you were probably soaking the fabric of his pants, the time to be humiliated you were calling a boy younger than you daddy.

“Should be fucking sorry.” He was growling out the words again and flipping you over easily so your stomach was on the bed instead, lifting you up by your hips so your ass was perfectly presented for him.

He didn’t hesitate before he was sending a sharp smack to your bare skin, immediately ripping a pained yelp from you that faded off into a desperate whine. You were adjusting yourself so you were pushing your ass towards him more and silently communicating you wanted him to hit you again, sobbing into his bed and pressing your face into the blanket to try to muffle the sounds of your cries.

Thankfully, he was understanding and roughly hitting you again. You knew he wasn’t using his full strength considering how strong he was but he definitely wasn’t going easy on you and you could feel yourself leaking even more at the pain.

“Tell me you’re sorry for never looking my way when I was a kid.” His words were barely being processed by you since you were so dizzy but you cried harder at the sound of his deep voice commanding you. “Sorry for being such a fucking slut but never giving me the chance to fill this pussy up.”

“Only want you to fill me please.” You were being immeasurably too loud but you didn’t even slightly care, completely serious in your desires for him to be inside you no matter who was watching. “M so sorry Jae please, please.”

You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone behind you and you nearly cried with relief, adjusting even more so you were completely presenting your ass and core to him. You wanted him to see how much you belonged to him so he’d have no choice but to fuck you.

He must’ve finished undressing his lower half because you could feel him pressing against you and your back arched at the realization his skin was pressing against yours, a loud whine sounding through the room when you felt his bare cock rubbing against your folds and thighs experimentally. You pushed against him harder and he reached up to squeeze the fat around your hips roughly in annoyance, a silent warning as he groaned softly.

“Gonna stuff you now and you’re going to lay here and take it.” He was grunting as he spoke and you sucked in a sharp breath when the head of his cock caught on your hole, pushing in just enough for you to realize he was a lot thicker than you’d prepared for. “Fuck you’re so tight, I’m going to end up in your stomach.”

You arched at his words and whined into his blankets, pushing your hips back against his so he was going deeper inside you. The stretch was knocking the air out of your chest but you nearly cried with how full he was going to make you feel.

“Please daddy please, I’ll be such a good girl for you I promise.” You were pathetically pleading with him and you knew for a fact that if anybody had drunkenly wondered upstairs they could definitely hear you, but you didn’t care about anything other than him in this moment and he was driving you crazy with how slow he was pushing into you.

He was finally losing his control and fucking himself deep inside of you in one go, bottoming out as you both took deep breaths and tried not to lose it before you’d even started.

The sound of him groaning above you was making you even more needy and you were overwhelmed with how much you wanted to keep hearing him make sounds like that, instinctively clenching around his length and feeling the way he was throbbing deep inside you.

You were basically sobbing with pleasure just from his first stroke into you when he pulled out completely, your body reacting intensely to the emptiness as you immediately looked over your shoulder and prepared to beg for him to fuck you again, stopping mid sentence when he was turning you back over on your back so you were able to see him again.

He was slamming himself back into you before you even adjusted to the position and he felt ten times deeper now, a pained grunt falling from your lips as he started to finally actually fuck you.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight Y/N. I thought you were a whore but you feel brand new for me baby.” His facial expression as he spoke through gritted teeth and continued to thrust into you made you dizzy and you desperately reached out to hold his arms to try and ground yourself.

“Just for y-you Jake, only wanna be this full with you.” You were practically delirious as you cried and spoke to him but your words seemed to turn him on more considering he was slamming into you harder, clearly enjoying the level of ownership you were voicing towards him.

You didn’t want to internalize any of the things he said about you not paying attention to him before, knowing if you stopped and considered what he was implying you’d not be able to go through with this.

He was skilled at distracting you considering he was reaching forward to aggressively grab at your wrist, placing your hand against your stomach and pressing down so harshly you grunted in upset as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The lack of understanding didn’t last long considering it took only two more rolls of his hips inside you for you to feel what he was intending, your stomach bulging slightly from his size forcing itself deeper.

“Feel that?” He was rasping and you looked up to meet his gaze for the first time since he entered you, taken back by how dark and deadly his eyes were. “You’re mine now.”

You were nodding quickly in confirmation, not because you agreed with what he was saying necessarily but because of the wave of fear you felt seeing how serious and cold his expression was.

He had managed to already get you shockingly close between the foreplay and rough manhandling and it wasn’t long before you were feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach, only worsening when he was leaning down and catching your mouth in the sloppiest kiss of the night. It was bordering painful and filthy, exactly what you needed to distract you from how wrong this was and exactly what you needed to have you finishing around his length with a sharp inhale into his mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him kissing you even after you’d came, letting him know it was okay to keep fucking himself deeper inside you.

It was just enough to help you forget everything outside of the feeling of him on top of you and you felt drunk with how much you wanted to stay in this moment. You were terrified by how much he seemed worth the consequences when you had him like this, how much you wanted him even when the door was swinging open and a loud shriek was coming from the hallway.

[naeviskz]

“ PRETTY , PLEASE ” ๑‧˚₊ ─── FLX

synopsis ; you think your roommate is really pretty, but you think he’s even prettier when he whines and begs for you.

genre 숌 virgin!felix x fuckgirl!reader | roommates AU

words - 4.0k+ tags/warnings 숌 fluff, pwp, smut, (slight age difference: felix is 23/reader is 25), sub!felix/dom!reader, noona kink?, perv!lix, oral (m), solo masturbation, corruption kink, edging, dacryphilia, rlly cute & soft ending tho <3

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Have you ever met someone so pure and innocent that you feel the need to shield them from any and all bad influences that might corrupt them?

Those were your exact thoughts when you first locked eyes with your new roommate Felix. You thought he was the most precious little bean ever ;( His shy, timid nature made you want to coddle him like a baby, and always spoke in such a polite, well-mannered tone due to you being his senior. At first Felix didn’t talk very much when he moved in and was constantly cooped up in his room doing god knows what, but eventually he’d warm up to you and the two of you soon became really good friends.

You don’t particularly like most men, you tend to get annoyed with them easily, only using them for a quick fuck because that’s all they’re good for. Personally, you didn’t care to start getting serious with anyone at the moment, prioritizing work and other future goals instead of boys who come and go. Felix was quite literally the only exception to this. You genuinely enjoyed his company and valued him as more than a friend, he was so easy to talk to and could make anyone in a room feel comfortable with his presence.

You loved how he never made a fuss about chores when you didn’t feel like doing them. He was never rude or brought strangers over, and he kept to himself most of the time— the perfect roommate ever. Felix was studying biology at school to become a veterinarian as he’s told you many times he loves animals before. You were already out of school by now, as you graduated 2 years ago but you didn’t mind living with someone a couple years younger. He’s very mature for being in his early twenties, even more than some of the 30+ year old “men” you’ve slept with in the past.

One thing you’ve noticed since he’s always keeping to himself, he takes his schooling very serious and constantly studies. He never drinks, smokes, or goes out to parties, but he doesn’t act better than anyone either, it’s just how he is. You’ve never seen someone so dedicated to their work, wondering in the back of your mind if he even knows what taking a break means. You’ve tried getting to invite him out to other social events but he would always say that studying was far more important, you seriously never seen someone be so obsessed with school. Before you graduated, you weren’t a straight A student by any means but you did care about your grades, overall you still managed to balance a social life within.

Felix was never the judgmental type, he didn’t care if you brought a lot of friends over or the occasional hook up you’d have, he would just turn a blind eye to most of those things. You didn’t think it’d ever impact the way you both interacted but unfortunately after a while things have started to get a bit awkward between you. He’s been awfully more quiet these days and whenever you two would walk by in passing he could barely even look at you. Any time he did, it was if he’d seen a ghost or something— the way his face went pale from being drained of all color and would immediately hurry back into his room.

You don’t know what’s up with him but the more he’s been treating you this way the more you feel like he doesn’t seem to like you very much anymore. This weekend you plan to have a quick chat with him about everything and to clear up some potential misunderstandings. Little do you know the real reason why he’s been keeping his distance from afar…

God he feels like such a creep for eavesdropping on you having sex with someone else right now.

It wasn’t supposed to end up this way, he simply walked past your door without a second thought but as he came closer he heard what is presumably you moaning out another guy’s name. That’s when it piques his curiosity to listen further, he’s only heard this type of stuff from watching porn but it’s a whole different experience when in real life. He should feel more than embarrassed about doing this, ashamed for invading his roommates privacy in such a horrid way but he doesn’t move. Only continuing to press his ear up against the mahogany door, getting a clearer sound of your wanton moans, feeling something shift.. a familiar throbbing sensation causes the sudden constriction in his pants.

He’s far too gone to even think about stopping at this point, subconsciously dragging his hand further down as he comes in contact with his hardened cock. All he could hear was skin slapping, imagining you bent over the bed while taking it from behind, arching your back as you pant louder for them to go faster and faster. Felix continues to feel himself through the constraints of his clothing but it wasn’t enough for him, it wasn’t enough to alleviate the discomfort down there. So he ends up going back to his room to finish his little fap sesh, ridding himself of everything, t-shirt, sweats, boxers— ready to finish what he accidentally started.

“___, please..” he’d stir in his bed, going to town on his cock as he pumps his hand around it, thinking about you on top of him. “Noona.. m’so close…” he whimpers out desperately, feeling so overly sensitive that his body’s buzzing with pleasure.

Felix was so overwhelmed in his thoughts he barely noticed the precum leaking out and spilling around his small hand, his eyes were completely shut and zoned out in utter bliss. He wishes nothing more than to have you doing this to him instead, wondering what it’s like to have a girl as hot as you jerk his cock for him, he’s never experienced what it’s like but he’d want you to be his first if he ever does. It frustrates him that he can’t have you in the same way those other guys do, they’re more experienced and can please you better than he could.

One thing he knows now is that he’ll never be able to look at you normally again after doing all of this.

Things just couldn’t get any worse for him at this point. He’s now found a pair of your underwear which has mistakenly ended up in his laundry somehow. He didn’t do know what to do … if he tells you it accidentally got mixed in with his stuff then you’ll probably accuse him of stealing them as an excuse. Plus he didn’t want to face the embarrassment of even handing these back to you. It was a really pretty pair too, a red lace thong with black trim and a cute satin bow on the front. He wonders how your ass would look in these panties, secretly getting so jealous of all your hook ups and how they’ve all got to see you naked.

Felix decides the best course of action is to quickly return them in your room before you finish showering. He’ll simply sneak into your room, put them back in your underwear drawer, and he won’t have to think about it again, this was going to be the easiest plan of execution. Boy could he have been any more wrong. He couldn’t find which drawer they were supposed to be in, essentially wasting more and more time trying to find where to stash them. He honestly could’ve hid them anywhere but he was paranoid about that seeming suspicious too. Then he just considers possibly keeping them for himself. Playing with the fabric in his hands as he thinks of the idea to jerk his cock with your underwear wrapped around it. If only you knew the things he wanted you to do to him..

“What’re you doing in my room Lixie?” You question your roommate’s intentions as you walk in from getting out in the shower. You catch him holding something in his hands but quickly stuffs the object away in his pockets.

Fuck he’s totally screwed. There’s no going back from this now.

“Uh- nothing! I was just about to leave actually-” just as he attempts to make a run for it, he turns around and comes face to face with you in just a bath towel.

He’s legitimately gone crazy now, stopping dead in his tracks to gawk at your beauty. You exude high levels of sex appeal without even trying, it’s almost intimidating being in the same room as you. Felix thought you look absolutely gorgeous in your natural state, noticing the fresh water droplets still glistening on your skin and wet strands of hair sticking to your face. He really wants to know what’s underneath that singular layer, sensing another uncomfortable situation down there.

“Don’t be silly Lix, you looked like you were looking for something. What’re you holding?” You continue asking but he refuses to give any solid answers, telling you over and over how it’s “nothing” and he wasn’t lying but something didn’t seem right about his behavior.

You saw he put something in his pocket from earlier, so without a second thought you reach into that same pocket to grab whatever was in there. Everything happened so fast Felix didn’t even have time to process what was going on, mortified when he sees you pulling out a pair of your underwear from his sweatpants.

“Why do you have these?” Your expression was stone cold, you genuinely looked pissed off and it was starting to frighten him. He didn’t think you’d actually be upset about this but now he wishes he had just hid it somewhere randomly.

“It’s not what it looks like ___, you’ve got the wrong idea!”

“No I definitely know what’s going on here. Didn’t ever really take you as the type to be such a perv,” you chuckle at his horrible attempt in making any excuses. Coming closer to him now, placing both palms on his shoulders, you get all the way up to his ear and whisper, “I like perverts though ‘cause I’m one too.”

His face burned a crimson shade, growing flustered at your sudden dirty confession. The only thing he could do was gulp out of nervousness, even more worried if you discover the massive hard on he’s sporting in his pants. A subtle smirk forms onto your lips, debating where you should kiss and mark first but you want to take your time with someone like Felix— he’s too pretty not to. You lightly brush your lips against his neck, as if he’s so fragile and delicate, making him tremble from the sudden cool air you blow against his skin.

Felix felt his heart beating out of his chest, internally panicking at what’s soon to come. It’s not like he didn’t want any of this to happen, he’s just worried out his mind and tends to overthink everything. Those anxious thoughts were soon adjourned with a pair of soft lips against his trembling ones, eyes bulging out from the sudden shock of your actions. He stood there awkwardly for a bit as he’s never kissed someone before, he doesn’t know how he should react but he mimics your movements. You deepen the kiss even further, gently caressing the side of his face into your palm— his body was so stiff it made you feel self conscious about you making the first move. He was kissing you back but it didn’t feel like there was any emotion behind it, everything he’s doing seems so robotic and manufactured. You’re starting to think he may not actually be enjoying this.

“Something wrong?” You cautiously pull away to voice concern, regretting everything if he’s uncomfortable by your advances.

He mentally curses himself, feeling more upset at you thinking you’re the problem. “N-no… you’re perfect. This is perfect, it’s just- I’ve never done it before..” His voice trails off towards the end, embarrassed by his lack of experience.

“You’ve never had sex before?” You blink in confusion, it was seemingly impossible for someone as attractive as Felix to have never had a single sexual encounter in his life. However, you’d be more than happy to change that.

“No.” He shook his head, frowning at his sad revelation that he’s a 23 year old virgin.

“Awee, s’cute. I get to be your first!” You couldn’t help but find that to be so adorable, you haven’t took someone’s virginity since freshman year of college, it excites you all over again.

He’s seemingly surprised by the way you respond, “You’re not put off by that?” Most girls in your position wouldn’t want to deal with someone like him. He needs to be trained, taught exactly how to please a woman the way she needs to— which you’re more than capable of doing.

“No, why would I be?” It’s not everyday you hear a guy as handsome as Felix say that they’re a virgin, it intrigues you in some capacity. You want him to become your cute little plaything, someone only you can corrupt exactly the way you want.

“So you’ve never pleasured another girl before? Like not even fingering?” You delve deeper with more questions, wanting to know everything he’s done or hasn’t.

He shook his head yet again, “no, I’ve never done anything.”

This was unlike anything you’ve seen before, at least the other guys you knew who were virgins had actually done a few other things but this was new for you. The fact he was able to confide in you with something so personal made you want to be his first so badly. Maybe this was perfect— you were way more experienced than him so you can show him the ropes, how it’s really done. You express to him that it’s okay he was inexperienced, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and he’s in good hands now.

“What if I don’t do it right?” Felix looks so worried, his adam’s apple bobbed each time he nervously swallowed.

“You won’t because I’m here,” you reassure him by placing an affectionate hand on his shoulder, flashing a warm smile. “I’ll show you how to, don’t be shy it’s fine baby. Just lye back on the bed and I’ll take care of you pretty.”

He did everything he was told, all instructed by you. Lying down on the bed with his back against your pink silk pillow, the black tee he wore slightly rode up, causing you to get a glimpse of his tummy. It was too cute not to touch, your nimble fingers travel up his waist to raise his shirt higher, feeling up his lower body.

Felix felt so powerless as you hover over his frame, both your legs on either side of his, enclosing him in such a tight space. Taking slow, deep exhales, he grows more tense as you slide your hands north, it’s a whole new sensation he’s never felt before. His breath hitched at you suddenly coming in contact with his nipple, brushing over it ever so slightly to elicit a subtle reaction. You love how sensitive he’s become to any minor touch you provide, feeling your arousal leak further down to your thighs as you think of turning him into your personal slut.

“Should I take this off?” You suddenly propose an idea, referring to the bath towel that was hanging on you by a thread. It was seemingly already coming undone as you didn’t tie the front properly, he was able to get a good view of your chest peaking out at the top.

“Mhmm..” Felix hums in sexual frustration, unable to get a clear word or sentence out in any possible way.

You oblige, biting your lip seductively at him as you reach to untie the loose knot, slowly prying the towel off your body that’s now completely dry. “Let’s start off with something easy,” you carefully suggest, traveling your hands down to the band of his gray joggers, lightly tugging them down to reveal his boxer briefs.

The tiny, blond, freckled boy is staring up at you with his big bambi eyes, he can’t believe there’s a naked girl on top of him while he’s still partially fully clothed. All the blood surges to his cock, making him so painfully hard he’s never been so desperate for someone to touch him in his life. Hips bucking into nothing as he humps the air for any stimulation, you couldn’t prevent the giggle that escaped your mouth. Finding him to be so utterly pathetic.

You lean in to kiss him again, never quite getting enough of the yummy taste of him. Tracing your index finger over the outline of his bulge, you feel him pulse underneath as you keep teasing him with more light touches. He could feel you smiling into the kiss, biting down on his lower lip as your free hand gets tangled in his platinum locks. You eventually sprung his cock freely out the constraints of his briefs, watching it stick straight up from being so unbelievably hard. His cock was gorgeous, about 6 inches in length and 2.5” thick, his tip was an angry, ruby red but the rest a blush pink color. Your fingers laced around his shaft, getting closer to spit directly on it before giving him a few moderate pumps. Felix threw his head back slightly, gripping the bedsheets in utmost pleasure, whimpering loudly as he ruts his hips to match the movements of your hand. Unable to hold back from just how good you’re making him feel he calls your name out again and again. His deep voice only gets raspier, a beautifully stark contrast to his angelic face being stuck in euphoria. As your pace increases he only gets more vocal, panting heavily while begging to cum as his jaw slacks wide open. Flashes of white invade his vision, everything around him becomes to fade into a blur. That’s when it all gets abruptly ripped away from him, soon as your hand withdraws his cock he opens his eyes again. His lips quivered in devastation, feeling as though he could cry from this.

“W-why’d you stop?” He whines out of frustration, wanting so badly to cum all over your hand.

The sight of him made you so incredibly turned on. Obsessed with the mess you’ve created so far, his flushed, rosy cheeks with drool seeping down his chin, his precum has leaked out everywhere.

You don’t answer, only chuckling at his misery. It’s fun to play with him, see how far you can push him in getting to do whatever you want.

“Want me to suck your cock, hmm? Say pretty please and I’ll make you feel so good.” Never breaking eye contact as you say it, getting off on the fact you have all the control and he’s totally helpless in your hold.

Felix is reluctant to speak at first, but he chokes up the courage to stutter out a plea, “P-pretty please.. Noona please...” lifting his hips just to feel something— you aggressively force them back down with your hand.

A devilish smirk forms across your face, you didn’t know he was the type to call you that. You want to reward him even more but only if he can be good and does everything exactly your way.

“Don’t cum ‘til I say you can. Got it?” You flash a look that’s anything but merciful, getting a rush from this dominant role you happen to take on surprisingly well.

He nods obediently, understanding what the consequences may be if he doesn’t listen. He wants to try his best to please you in any way he can, it’s the least he can do when you’re the one doing most of the work.

Wrapping your lips around his tip, you feel him twitch instantly inside your mouth, opening just a bit to swirl your tongue along his member. His cock feels slightly sore from being edged once before, gasping when he feels the plushness of your lips on him. Sinking further down, you fully take his length in your mouth now, head bobbing up and down to get the entirety of his cock down your throat. Felix couldn’t move, think, let alone breathe properly— he’s so far gone that the only thing consuming his mind is you.

“Like getting your cock sucked baby?” You coo, bringing your hand to gently caress his balls, making him cry out even more.

He only frantically nods in response, too weak and too lost in the feeling to speak, “Mmm…” he mumbles, he’s so close but he can’t cum, he has to resist the urge but it’s so difficult. There’s no way he’s going to be able to keep this up for much longer.

“Use your words Lixie,” suddenly pulling away from his balls, “or else I’m going to stop again.”

He’s back to being whiny again, not wanting to be edged so cruelly like last time, he finally chokes out a reply, “Y-yes.. I love it.”

You really love the way he sounds, you could listen to him like this all day. Back to what you were doing previously, your mouth completely takes him in, lashes fluttering up at him while you’re doing the most unholy act there is. His brain goes fuzzy as he can’t get over how amazing this feels, broken moans escaping his throat from the warmth of your tongue enveloping his cock. Humming around him in response to his constant throbbing, Felix hisses from the vibrations throughout his body. He’s trembling with so many nerves hitting all once, it’s all so new to him; this might just be the most intense feeling he’s ever had.

“Nggh… gonna cum- can’t hold it anymore..” he meekly warns, tears roll down his face as it begins to be too much for him to bear.

You decide to let him this time, feeling a little sense of sympathy for a cutie pie like him. There’s always next time you can edge him and break him down until he babbles and cries even harder. Your core aches just thinking about all the fantasies you’ll bring to life soon, it’ll never be a boring day from now on.

“Go ahead baby, cum in my mouth,” you urge him to finish by going faster, sucking him off like your life depends on it.

He can feel the coil in his stomach tightening, pushing him to the edge as he’s thrashing around the bed, moaning and crying out all types of profanities. The last words he spoke before he came was pure gibberish, too busy focusing on his release shooting out— he lulls his head back into the pillow from exhaustion. He doesn’t think he’s ever came that hard in his entire life. His eyes rolled back as you greedily swallow his cum, still continuing to suck like he wasn’t mewling for you to stop. More of his load comes out as you keep going, milking every last drop of him until he’s all drained out and empty.

Finally letting go of his cock, you pull away as you make a loud ‘pop’ with your mouth, a thin string of saliva still connecting you to his crotch.

“You did so good for me Lixie,” you praise sweetly, coming up to kiss his pouty lips after you’d just sucked him dry. He kisses back immediately, getting a taste of his release on your tongue, “c’mere puppy,” you motion him to come along once you pull away.

He’s not sure what you have in mind but he follows anyway, blindly letting you boss him around at this point. Felix enjoys every second of it though, you may have unlocked something he never knew he needed.

Your hands run over his shoulders, “How ‘bout we run you a bath, yeah?” Your voice is as low and gentle as a whisper, sounding as though you didn’t just do those unspeakable things minutes ago. He’s more at ease you’ve turned into a sweeter, more compassionate version of yourself now, “I think my precious baby deserves it.”

- 完 ︎♡︎

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nobody’s home — choso.kamo

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Choso Kamo

— contents : step-cest , touching w/o consent uh oh , Choso tries to tell yn to stop but gives in bc he loves the feeling , handjob , biting n hickeys , mention of virginity loss n Choso does cry abt it , does change his mind abt it nd ends up rlly liking it , praises n degrading lolll

warnings : step cest obv , maybe.. r4pe implications not sure wtv

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Choso’s mother had divorced his father and she found a boyfriend who already had a kid.

The first time they met was … interesting. He got home from hanging out with some friends, he greeted his mom and step-dad, went into the bathroom and quickly backed out closing the door.

He covered his face, he had walked in to some guy shirtless in the bathroom. He went to ask his mom and she told him that, yn, was his new younger brother.

When they saw each other after that he apologized.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to you know…” yn smirked checking the guy out while he wasn’t looking.

“It’s cool, we’re both guys. Nothing to be embarrassed about” He flashed a smile before leaving to his room.

Yn was younger than Choso by 3-4 years.

Choso definitely caught onto the subtle hints that yn was throwing his way. Yn would sometimes invite him to watch a movie or something, he’d get super cuddly and touchy.. like have his arm wrapped around his waist or have his hand slowly massage his thigh.

Sometimes when they’d be out yn would insist on buying Choso a drink, or even smoking together or something, but he always found a way to make it sound intimate.

Maybe Choso was going crazy.. maybe yn was just really trying to have a nice sibling bonding moment and Choso was taking it the wrong way..

Okay enough of turning yn’s offers down, he definitely just wants to be close brothers.

“Hey, ‘oso. Mom and dad wanted to ask you something” yn popped into Choso’s room and went over to sit on his bed and handed him the phone. Usually his parents called on yn’s phone, since sometimes Choso doesn’t answer cs he’s busy studying or sleeping.

“Hey hon, just wanted to let you know we won’t be home till very late! It’s our 1 year anniversary and we have a lot planned” Choso hummed while yn took whatever book Choso was reading and skimming thru it.

He sighed and put the book back. Gently pulled Choso down towards the bed and cuddled him. Choso was still listening to his mom talk and talk but he wasn’t paying attention. His heart was pounding in his chest.

yn had his leg over Choso’s waist and arm over his chest. Choso could feel yn’s warm breath on his neck, his lips were an inch away from Cho’s skin.

Finally his mom ended the call and Choso was frozen.

“…uh…here’s your phone..” He said.

“Just put it on the counter or something” yn said in a low voice right under Choso’s ear. “….what are u doing”

“…nobody’s home, oso..~” Choso could practically hear yn’s smirk.

“Have you ever touched a guy..?” his hand gently massaged over Choso’s chest.

“…n-no…yn I- I don’t think this is…” Choso pushed yn’s arm away and managed to sit up.

“Mm..awww cmon.. we’re alone, nobody can walk in on us..” yn looked at his half brother with low eyes.

“S..still it’s just..w-wrong—“ Choso flinched when he felt yn tightly wrap his arm around Choso’s waist to keep him from squirming and dug his hands into Choso’s pants.

“y-yn..?! S..stop I don’t…!” His breath hitched when yn began to stroke him. Choso’s nails were digging into yn’s arm trying to squirm away or something. yn rested his chin on his brother’s shoulder and continued to fap him.

“Ngh..! Mhhnn…~ s….stop..” Choso was panting and subconsciously grinding his hips into his brothers hand. He threw his head back exposing his neck, yn saw the opportunity and began to kiss and suck on Choso’s pale skin.

“Ahh~ f..fuck…~” Choso’s grip on yn’s arm loosened and he brought one hand up to cover his mouth.

“See…you love it, don’t you…~” yn whispered into the ravenette’s ear. Choso just whined, he didn’t really care anymore. Plus yn had a point, nobody would ever catch them doing this. It’s not like they were even related…

yn sped up his pace and stroked faster while sinking his sharp teeth into Choso’s neck.

“Ah- ah I’m gonna c..come—“ Choso gasped and grabbed onto yn’s hair tightly as he came and made a mess in his briefs. “Fuuuckk…s..so good~” He whimpered as his dick twitched in yn’s hand.

yn slid his arm off Choso’s waist and pulled his pants off along with his underwear. He easily lied him down on the bed and used the finger that had his cum on it to finger him.

“..nnnyooo…d..don’t….” Choso was too dizzy to put up a fight anymore. He just let out more moans and cries when yn found his prostate and massaged his fingers over it.

yn stroked himself, he loved the view. Choso’s pretty little hole being slowly opened by his fingers, just ready to take his cock..

yn pulls his fingers out and quickly pushed himself into Choso earning a gasp and whine from him.

“S-shit..! Y..you…” Choso felt tears welling up in his eyes, he wasn’t sure how to feel….

yn noticed and rolled his eyes. He leaned down to kiss Choso’s cheek.

“Don’t worry….your brother is gonna make you feel good..~” Choso blushed and screamed when said brother began to roughly thrust into him hitting him right in his g spot.

“UGHN-! F-FUCK TOO MUCH..!”Choso felt a tad bit overstimulated, but fuck did it feel good.

“Aww..look at you just taking my cock so well, hm?~ you love it…you love how well your little brother stuffs you, don’t you, prince..~” Choso moaned at yn’s dirty talk, he was so into this. He loved every second of this and he didn’t want it to ever stop.

“Right, Choso..?” He loved how his name sounded in yn’s mouth, he let out a slutty moan and smiled as best as he could.

“Mm..hm..~!” yn smirked and began to kiss Choso’s shoulder and back.

“Such a good little slut..” yn felt himself get close and stuttered in his thrusts.

Choso felt his second orgasm nearing, he gripped the sheets and stuck his tongue out, rolling his eyes back.

“You’re all mine…my stupid toy..just for me to fuck, m…mkay..~?” Yn said into Choso’s ears pushing him over the edge.

“Mhnn-!!” Choso bit his tongue as he came one more time making a mess of his sheets. A smile creeped on his face at the feeling of yn’s hot semen coat his warm mushy walls in white.

They were both catching their breaths and yn sat up and slick his hair back looking at the art he ..

“……I…I’m sorry, cho’…” He pulled out and turned Choso on his back who just looked at him. Choso had drool and tear stains on his face, his lips red from biting them.

“I’m…so sorry..” The regret sitting in the pit of yn’s stomach. It quickly left when Choso pulled him down by his neck into a warm embrace.

“..’m your stupid toy…” Choso whispered smiling to himself. He didn’t regret this.

Yn sighed and returned the hug.

“..sure”

a/n ; I’ve always hated anything like step cest or inc*st it’s yuck but idk Choso being so big brother n shi kinda possessed me into writing this sorry xx

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paige request!!! paige x reader inspired by slut! by taylor swift, maybe r is rlly famous on social media and similar to how tara yummy always gets called a bop for nothing, similar to that but in reality she’s a lover girl for paige 😽😽😽

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• pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

• summary: after getting hate comments on your posts, paige finds you upset in your room she comforts you.

• warnings: angst (???)

• i used tara as the fc but picture how every you want to!!

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user1 Why does she always post her body…

user2 biggest bop of our generation

user3 paige needs to break up with her bc…

user4 Yeah no

user5 The second picture @paigebueckerss i wouldn’t let that slide personally

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You were sitting in your bed with your eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled through the comment section of your latest Instagram post. Everything inside of you wanted to peel your eyes away from the illuminated screen in front of you, but you couldn’t. You were reading hate comment after hate comment and it didn’t seem like you would be able to look anyway anytime soon.

Your mind didn’t skip over the fact that Paige had probably seen the comments and been getting tagged in videos of you acting like a bop, according to the internet. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what could possibly be going through Paige’s mind as she sees the comments and the videos, you just hoped that you would be able to inform her that none of it was true or all the videos are before the two of you got together, most of them being before you even knew one another.

You set your phone down and laid your head against the backboard of the bed as hot tears started to stream from your eyes, the sensation of the tears made your eyes seem like they were burning from the sudden water taking over them. Your fingers brushed against your cheeks as you tried to clean your face of any dried tears until you heard a notification ding from your phone.

[ynln] @paigebueckersfan1234 commented on your post!

Why is Paige with such a slut!

This just caused even more tears to spill from your eyes. You had no idea where people were even getting this information from. You had been on a cruise with Paige in the past week and were with her every second. Sure, maybe you had drank with some of your friends on the ship, with Paige there, but no photos were taken due to her wanting to keep her social media clean for her younger audience. Everything people were saying, just wasn’t true, and you hoped that Paige wouldn’t believe them.

You found yourself in the same cycle as earlier as you went finding more comments, almost like it was addicting, until the door to your guys shared room opened and a blonde basketball player walked in, “Baby, what’s wrong?” was the first thing she asked as she dropped her bags to the floor and quickly made her way to the bed to hold you in her arms.

You found yourself pulling away from Paige’s grasp, just disgusted with yourself and not finding yourself worthy to be in her arms due to all the rumors being spread, even though no part of them were true. “It’s not true, ya know?” your voice cracked, as your eyes were looking down at your hands in your lap. But, when you looked up you were met with Paige’s eyebrows bent up, showing a clear sign of confusion. “The comments and all the videos you’re being tagged in. The videos are before I even met you,” was all you could get out as you looked at your girlfriend sitting so beautifully in front of you.

“I know Y/N. I was literally with you on the cruise. Some jealous ass people aren’t gonna gaslight me into thinking that you did something you didn’t,” her hand found its way to your exposed arm as her fingers gently glided up and down it, trying to ease your worries.

“Thank you,” you rubbed the tears from your face as your lips pulled into a small smile and your eyes met her blue ones. Her hand reached up to cup your cheek as she pulled you into a soft kiss. Her lips were soft against yours, showing her pure and utter adoration for you. Paige’s hand moved to the back of your neck, causing all the small hairs there to stand up, as your body became filled with goosebumps.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against your own, your proximity so close you could smell the shampoo she used from her recently washed hair. You were happy to have her here and be wrapped up in everything about her.

“Plus, I know you’re only a slut for me,” the blonde said, breaking the comfortable silence between you two.

“Paige!” you giggled, shoving her away from you jokingly.

“Too soon?”

“Yes”

allie’s corner.

i’m praying this isn’t absolute trash and i’m sorry if it is😭😭

[starreyblueberry]

Tbh I just rlly miss Timmy cause he was a kid who wasn’t a genius, who wasn’t this role model that was fated by some prophecy, that he was a miserable kid, who wasn’t this extremely mature kid but just had a bit more self awareness. Like, don’t get me wrong this ain’t a diss on any other cartoon who had these out of the world kids, their amazing ! But the show had a huge anchor that Timmy had it worse then other kids. While it was made for laughs, it was also semi acknowledged. It’s hard to see “bad” parenting in kids shows usually, especially older ones. it’s almost always redeemed or excused, which to be fair that was the case with fairy odd parents, (except for the new show which I’m so happy that they show both healthy but has problems parenting and actual shit parenting) but there was always some line or base that Timmy’s parents were indeed neglectful, and that Timmy was just a kid. That he didn’t deserve what he was going though, and that Wanda and Cosmo were indeed an escape.

He was not some secret choosen dude who was destined to save the world (ignoring the one special) he was just a kid who had shitty conditions and thus lashed out. He was just a kid who tried to make his life better. I feel like a lot of kids when they were younger related to that, to the control Timmy turner wants over his life and he constantly tries to get, Ya know LOL. And I feel like sometimes- when you constantly see these almost super human teenagers who the gods themselves have chosen to have this adventurous life with their friends and family, Timmy almost felt like this grounded “anyone who’s depressed can have this.” Look not every kid was a gifted kid or had an extremely tragic backstory. A lot of kids are like Timmy, just an average kid with shitty parents. It doesn’t make him this great, talented, person though and tbh I love him for that! I love that at the end of the day he was still a kid tryna make the world better, and that yea he was selfish sometimes but whenever people had a problem, he’d unwish it away. I love Hazel hell I even have opinions on Chole, but the reason Timmy is my favorite (besides the obvious generational/Nostalgia fueled bias) is cause he shows what a average kid is like, one who deals with shitty parents and has a hard time on school. But he still stands up :]

[bunji-enthusiast]

I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING!!!! 💕💕

No joke, I love reading your stuff! It always has me kicking and giggling :}

I hope you're not stressing yourself out with the writing tho!! I know you prod want it perfect or close enough to it, but please remember it always doesn't have to be 💕

I love dogday as much as the next person but- huggy was my first and even tho you barely even write him I still end up loving him so much when you do lol. I really liked your jealousy one! I was hoping you could do one with huggy?? With an employee reader pls. So sorry if that's every little information, not rlly the best at requesting still.

Tysm!! 💕💕

{So sorry if I send this when request r closed}

Jealous, Jealous Toy

Note || AHHH your so sweet, absolutely I’ll try to write Huggy for this :)

WC || 642

Sypnosis || What happens when a jealous toy gets possessive of an employee?

Order was an important piece to your life, you liked to be orderly and keep things to an absolute T. Even if it had meant fraternizing with your superiors, though you weren’t much of a sociable person really. Being more so closed off and introverted, you simply had opted to be straightforward and cold when necessary, never to employees younger then you or even lower then your position at Playtime Co.

Many had viewed you as odd when you began talking to the life-sized huggy, made real and ready to always interact with children. Benign enough to be harmless one would guess, just nobody would ever truly understand the level of ferocity one would possess if you were there. If anyone in the room had seen the same thing you did when that very event had happened, nothing was estranged enough to be sure – yet you still couldn’t explain it to this day.

Huggy Wuggy was interesting, strange but very cuddly to hug (as he was made to do). You always had thought he was neat, clean and cool to a point. 

“Hey Huggy! How are you?” Yet ever as always, the Huggy Wuggy statue had remained cold and conclusive, never moving unless it was in strange specific circumstances. “Right.” You never expected him to move anyway, another voice had snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“Hey brat.” Your superior, though he was one of the many, he was like an older brother to you. You thought he was lazy for lack of a better word, but his work ethics and accountability of words from other employees had proved that otherwise. You let out a large breath, stifling a feigned huff. “Yo, what’s your deal Daniel?” You asked him.

He nodded his head at your weaponized words, then walked up to you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Just needing you to fill out some paperwork, ain’t nothing major then I’ll–” A choked noise escaped his throat, causing you to look up from where you stood, eyeing him wearily as you began to get concerned as to why he looked so pale.

“Daniel.. You alright man?” His hand on your shoulder fell off from where it had laid so gently, Daniel’s other hand raised to the spot he seemed to be in such a ghostly panic about. You too had been shocked, seeing Huggy’s row of teeth hanging over Daniel’s head, you didn’t know what to do. Huggy never had behaved in such a way, leaving you to raise a brow – lips pursed as you maintained calm in the inconceivable silence. 

“Huggy..” You began, raising your hands as a gesture toward Daniel to back away slowly. “Chill out, that’s just my friend.” Daniel had obeyed you, inching away from Huggy who clearly seemed to be pissed off. Conveying a means of anger as his hands were outstretched toward Daniel ever so slightly, Daniel nodded once more and slowly he had done so, trying to get him to cool off at the same time as you were.

“Can you get him to stop.. This?” Daniel whisper-shouted, you shrugged. Then you looked up at Huggy, maintaining a sense of eye contact with his own eyes. It struck a sudden chill throughout your spine, causing you to flinch as you had noticed his murderous intent, now it was slowly dissipating the further away Daniel had gone. “I think he doesn’t like you very much, I’ll come later for those papers all right?” To which he had nodded with an exasperated sigh.

Finally once he was out of sight, Huggy seemed to be less tense now – teeth relaxed and resuming his original position. You sigh, crossing your arms as you try to coerce your own mind about the events that had happened just mere seconds ago.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you my friend.”

[tojisun]

WIP: still your passenger (re: deftones)

simon ghost riley x gn reader

!! angst; canon-compliant // i rlly loved this one but writers block hit me bad every time i try completing it :< might pick it up one day (hopefully!!)

there’s a new medic in the base – a pretty girl with a pretty smile, pretty eyes, pretty laugh. she’s beautiful, perfect with her auburn hair and her chestnut eyes; striking with her trimmed waist and sloping curves. 

you’ve only met her once when you needed an aspirin for your fever and never more after that, after all, there’s really not much of a reason for a base assistant like you to visit the station. so all that you’ve heard about her came from privates and base operators, greedy in the way they took in the sight she makes and how darling she looks. you can’t really blame them, not after seeing her; seeing how she is a beam of something soft and tender amidst their chaotic group.

it had been soap who started giving you the specifics.

her name’s erin, a lass hailing from yorkshire. the only family she’s got is a younger sister, anna, who is in university for astrophysics. 

“they’re a family of smart nuts,” johnny mused as he spun his shot of whiskey. “can you believe it? she’s pretty and wise.”

you oohed and aahed before telling him to remember to keep it in his pants because erin, beautiful and darling and gentle erin, is an important member of the squad. that she is necessary in the base; having been sought out for the very reasons that got johnny acting like a fool.

“of course i’ll keep it in!” johnny whined, bumping his head on the counter. “i don’t want to anger LT, y’know?”

cold dread washed over you upon hearing what he said, the quiet thrum of the alcohol being chased away by the slice of his words. you felt like bleeding, like you’ve been cut open and doused with ice, blistering chill creeping up from the softness of your lungs to your stuttering heart. 

“oh?” you remember asking, your voice startlingly void of emotions. “why would he be angry now?” your hands trembled and so you hid them from view, clenching them on your lap instead. 

johnny turned to you and quirked up a secretive smile. “why else?”

the weight of your grief pressed onto your chest, threatening to crack the columns of your ribs. you felt afloat, untethered, and you blinked back the sudden prickling you feel in the back of your eyes. 

you laughed with johnny, trying to smother the ache. trying not to drown in the harsh pools of your heartbreak.

because of course.

of course. 

you and simon are friends, but nothing more. nothing beyond the hushed voices and whispered ‘i’m glad you’re safe’ pressed onto each other’s cheeks because neither of you made things official anyway. no risks were taken, no promises to break. 

everything with him was just physical – chasing the cold nights away with the warmth of each other’s bodies pressed onto each other, fighting nightmares with each other's touches. 

sure simon cradled you in his tender embrace but that was all. just a temporary passion despite your everlasting yearning. 

“y’ready to go back to the base?” johnny asked and you said yes, another lie that dribbled from your trembling lips. because after that night, you knew that things were never going to be the same.

—————

ignoring simon was easy. it’s not like you needed to do much to avoid him, anyway, not with the way he was gravitating around erin. any other day it would have been laughable how simon followed her around like she’s got a bear of a man for her shadow but, well. seeing him be so taken by her makes you ache. 

the sparse moments he has that were sometimes spent with you were now overwritten by his visits to the facility where erin usually is. everyone who didn’t know that ghost was smitten over the new medic certainly knew now; he had long stopped making it a secret and instead, began to posture over those who tried pursuing erin. 

he was never a jealous man. that was until her, you guess.

and it’s not like you can fault erin for how simon acts, because could you blame him? could you blame anyone for that matter?

erin was, is, beautiful. she had a laugh that sounded like wind chimes and had a sparkle that perpetually made her eyes look brighter. she was soft even after seeing everyone’s troubles or their anger, always a beacon of tenderness amidst their bleeding wounds. but she was also fierce, a fighter with a bite that no one expected, but maybe you all should have because no one would ever survive being out in combat if one isn’t strong, anyway.

erin was, well, she was someone you knew simon needed in his life.

so, again, could you really blame him?

you have always known simon. you have always understood past his pretences – he wanted to settle. he wanted a life beyond the fight; wanted a family to come home to. 

he’s told you this so many times, hasn't he? murmured his wishes and desires at the top of your head as he cradled you in his arms, letting the exhaustion of the day bleed away from your pores as you shared a breath with him; he had waxed poetries for a distant future, one you have always thought you would have been a part of. 

one you thought you would have shared with him.

but you knew. despite your self-reassurances that you meant something to simon, you knew that when he envisioned his life, his future, it was one that did not include you.

it hurts, you thought to yourself as you pressed the back of your palms over your eyes. it hurts.

but how could it? how could you hurt over losing something that you never even had in the first place?

[ventismacchiato]

pls pLLEASE hcs for yn and childes friendship therre so SILLY. /nf🥺

omg ok wait lemme see!!

you and childe have a shared stardew valley farm i feel like childe would be such a gamer and try to recruit everyone in windblume and delusion into playing smth with him, and on the off chance you mention wanting to start stardew he instantly buys it and sets up cus he just wants to hang out. and maybe you mention ur stressed so he buys it for u xx

i can also see him being the type the be down for anything. like maybe it’s snowing outside and ur the only one who agrees to go sledding with him after practice cus maybe he hasn’t played in the snow in a while (i think snezhnaya is cold? i forgot help)

also yk how he’s canonically good with kids and has younger siblings and even tho he’s the youngest i do think he’d give older brother energy when need be. like maybe before you guys rlly become friends he sees you struggling in the kitchens (cus this yn can’t cook sorry) and takes over for you and shows you how to make easy meals like meow

omg you and childe having a shared trading pc account if you guys know what that is, basically an insta account where u trade idol photocards with other fans. i can imagine you guys have a fake persona so fans don’t realize it’s you. also if u guys rmbr childe probably knew you were buying pcs from scaras account but he didn’t say anything HELP

gives you piggyback rides if you’re sore after practice (does this to scara too, only when he’s too tired to refuse)

i feel like during reality show episodes (example to do with txt and bts run) you guys are always such good teammates and have the most fun cus he lets out his inner child. you know that one episode of bts run where they have to do an obstacle course on water? i feel like you’d get real into it and everyone else is just staring at you both in scared shock. (on the other note i think you and scara wud shove eo off on this)

rmbr i mentioned yoimiya and scara were paired up for an event and whatnot so i’m thinking if you and childe were paired up you’d both take a break at a restaurant and imagine the waitress gets your drink order wrong so he swaps it with you. i also think you both wud get SO competitive.

yk how there’s those bts compilations of them betraying eo in bts run i feel like if childe or you did that to eo he’d get so overdramatic about it, clutching his chest type of dramatic “i thought we were bros for life yn 😔”

if you ever want pics for insta he’ll get down on the floor to get the best angle he a real one.

will do ANY tiktok challenge. he’s so chronically online and will do any cover or meme and i feel like you’d do a lot with him

[impactedfates]

Hi it's me again. Incoming massive word vomit alskdlfkdjfkj sorry! :')

Can I request a platonic fic of Dan Feng and a very young, quiet and stressed Vidyadhara!reader who frequents the Alchemy Commission? Basically, Reader is an Emanator of the Hunt with an armored form (but it's draining so she can't maintain it for very long).

Those injuries that she shows up with? They're not from fighting bullies, they're from fighting small-scale invasions of Abundance monsters when the Cloud Knights aren't able to (for whatever reason).

Her Emanator form that takes stamina to maintain? Probably why she is constantly exhausted. Kiddo's burning too many calories while on an atrociously light diet. Probably passed out from hunger and lack of sleep a few times.

She hides it all and no longer hangs out with her friends because there was a time when a friend was targeted to draw her out and that just—it wasn't fun. :') Now she's one of the Luofu's worst bundles of anxiety...

You decide when and how Dan Feng finds out. 8')))))

(My friend was reading over my shoulder and they said that this feels like a Spider-Man & Aunt May situation AKLSDJFLAKDJSFLKJDKFJ)

★ A/N: Haha, it kinda does actually, this isn't as long as some of my other fics but I hope this was alright anyways anon!! Sorry it took awhile

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Hurt/Comfort? (Kinda, not rlly at the same time)

★ Format: Fic (W.C: 1073)

☆ Warnings: Mentions of passing out

★ Extra: Request had she/her pronouns used but reader in this is still GN with they/them // Possible OOC Dan Feng

Being granted power from the Aeon of Hunt themself is a blessing many may have stated. Others think otherwise, but one thing is for sure. Anyone who has been lucky to be blessed with power from any Aeon was powerful.

Many also believe a teenager should not be blessed with this power, and if they are to inform someone. The power given cannot be taken lightly, yet you. You refuse to let anyone know of your status of being an Emantor.

Nor let anyone know why Scalegorge Waterscape has never seen another Abundance Monster invasion. Everyone enjoys the peace and no one questions it. The only time it was finally addressed just who was responsible for keeping the area safe was when someone was being attacked and someone quickly stepped in.

No one knew who it was, no one knew it was you saving them. No one knew it was your friend who had been attacked and you had to quickly step in to save them. And that was fine by you, you didn’t WANT anyone to know your identity.

From that day alone you knew if people knew who you were, that meant the Abundance  Monsters could find out and will target someone even dearer to you. You didn’t even know how they found out who you were friends with, but all that matters was that the less they knew about you. The less your loved ones would get hurt.

It’s no wonder why many advise younger people of the Xianzhou to inform someone if they ever become an Emantor. Just looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing how tired you are. How much this “job” has taken a toll on you was enough to tell you, to remind you that you should’ve told someone.

It was too late for that anyways, you still had to save people. And when you were returning back from your trip to the alchemy commission, you spotted a Foxian about to be ambushed, so as always. You stepped in with your Emantor form. Unbeknownst to you though, that may have been the last straw for your body, as you bid the Foxian goodbye and you turn to leave, your body finally gave way and all you could see after that was black

. 

.

.

.

.

You may have escaped the many questions thrown at you when asked why you were home late or when people point out the injuries you’ve just sustained. But perhaps your luck was running thin as now you were in front of the High Elder Dan Feng himself. To make matters worse, he did NOT look pleased.

Okay so maybe you weren’t in front of him, at least not standing. You were laying down and with one head turn to the side you caught the eyes of a very displeased High Elder. He arose from the seat he had taken and looked at the Vidyadhara near him.

“Leave, I need to talk to them”

The woman nodded before leaving the room, quickly his eyes turned back to you. Slowly you sat up and your body and slightly moved away.

“H-high Elder…w-what are you doing he-”

“Are you feeling okay?”

He quickly cuts you off. Staring at you, his eyes soften a bit as he reaches a hand out to check your forehead.

“The healers said you had many injuries covering your body. Why is this?”

“...Just some bullies, nothing to be worried about”

He stared at you before removing his hand and crossing his arms. Silence filled the room quickly. Your eyes trailed away from his realising he wasn’t going to believe you.

“I found you, passed out on the ground…and from people who were in the area. The famous ‘Emantor of the Hunt’ was there saving a Foxian, no?”

“...”

“...You’re the Emantor aren’t you?”

He could only sigh as you continued to have your lips sealed, unwilling to speak. Unwilling to give away your secret. But that was all he really needed to know the truth. You felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat down near you. He closes his eyes as he takes a small breath.

“You should’ve-”

“I know…I’m…I’m sorry…I just”

“It’s okay…but…you’re going to have to tell someone, your parents”

“B-but if I do, t-the abundance beasts…t-they’ll know. They’re gonna h-hurt my fa-”

Dan Feng quickly casts his gaze toward you, promptly shutting you up. He sighs a bit. He knows why you won’t tell, he knows people who are young don’t always follow advice people tell them when something happens. So he understands, at least he’s trying too.

“I will deal with the Abundance Monsters, I’ll get Cloud Knights and some of my friends to do so. You are still a kid. You shouldn’t be handling this kind of responsibility. And as your High Elder, I urge you to tell your family”

“...but-”

“But nothing, you don’t have to tell them right away but you will eventually…you will also no longer be fighting these monsters. Not until you're old enough…if you truly wish to continue helping, then wait till you're older. Then you can come to me and I’ll take you in as my pupil. I’ll teach you how to manage your abilities and how to fight even without your form”

You stare at him for a while. A good while before casting your eyes down, playing with your hands. Still unsure about the decision you didn’t get to play a part in. A part of you wants to rebel, the other part knows. Knows that what Dan Feng is saying is correct. It knows he only wants the best for you, still no words can be formed. You were still tired, all you could do was weakly nod.

Even if you were to refuse, Dan Feng is a stubborn one. He nods approvingly before standing up and walking to the door, he looks back at you.

“I’ll get you a meal, what would you prefer?”

You gave your answer and soon he left. You slowly laid down on the bed once again. Closing your eyes and slowly you were sent to the land of dreams.

When Dan Feng comes back with your choice of food, he spots you asleep on the bed. Resting the blood on the table next to yours, he sits down back on the chair, watching you. The peaceful look on your face gives him peace of mind.

“Sleep well then little one”

Finally cleared out all my requests haha. They'll still be closed for now though. Thank you anon for being patient with me and I hope you enjoyed.

[ediewentmissing]

some of my eddie munson headcanons

1. loves liquorice.

i know a lot of you guys probably HATE liquorice, but something about him screams ‘i am a liquorice lover and proud of it!!’. and he doesn’t like the strawberry kind.

2. races to press the button in the elevator

“MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” “EDDIE, IT’S MY TURN!”

3. was rlly short before he hit puberty

eddie has obviously been subjected to a hell of a lot of bullying over the years, and just to add to that pile of angst, we have the idea of short eddie. gareth went through the same thing, except he didn’t grow as much. “how’s the weather down there, munson?” “fuck off, tommy.”

4. he’s either really hot or really cold

he’s wearing 3 layers half the time, and as little clothing as he can the other half. freezes during winter and sweats his ass off during the summer.

5. gets sensitive teeth

this is because he’s made himself eat a basket worth of lemons just to brag about it later on multiple occasions

6. enjoys watching b movies

those shitty low budget films? oh, yeah. eddie loves them. for one reason; he cackles the whole time over how crap they are. a great pick-me-up.

7. chews on things when he spaces out

the inside of his cheek, his lip, a pencil, and you can’t forget that one time he chewed on a pen for so long that all the ink spilled into his mouth and he was gagging in the middle of class

8. had a major crush on princess daphne from dragon’s lair

definitely fought over her with his friends. he was incredibly jealous of dirk the daring.

9. doesn’t like trying new foods

he’s attached to foods from when he was a kid (macaroni and cheese, cereal, mini pizzas, grilled cheese, and dishes from his mum) and refuses to branch out - unless you ask him to

10. swears he only listens to metal, but doesn’t

he wants to keep his ‘scary ‘music’ reputation, but it’s hard to do that when robin finds eddie’s abba and wham! tapes tucked away in his room

“i thought you were a, and i quote, ‘strictly metal-only’ guy, but i guess you were just a big pop fan this whole time” “quit it, robin”

he also doesn’t mind the country music wayne forced onto him when he was younger

11. twirls the phone cord around his finger

when he’s talking to you over the phone, you swear you can picture him clear as day; big sly grin plastered on his face, and his ringed finger wiring around the phone cord connected to the wall

12. graffitis

but only in the school bathroom cubicles and the hideout bathroom cubicles. occasionally you’ll go to one of his gigs, and then you’ll go to the toilet and there’ll be little drawings on the wall. a guitar, eddie the head, and the occasional shameless penis

13. used to ride bikes everywhere

USED to because he fell over while riding it when he was 9 and scraped his knee and declared he would never ride a bicycle again (thought that declaration broke in 1986)

14. loves roller coasters

specifically ones that take pictures of you - he loves to act all calm and collected while everyone else is screaming their heads off

“eddie, this is a terrible photo” “no, it’s a terrible photo of YOU. you look like you’ve shit yourself, and i look cool as ice”

15. thought babies hatched out of eggs

safe to say that when he learnt how babies are REALLY made, he was flabbergasted and very, very grossed out

[dark-vader28]

New Girl

pairing: rodrick heffley x fem!reader

summary: Reader and her family are new in town, the heffleys invite them over for dinner as a welcome, blah blah blah, rodrick offers to give reader a drum lesson and makes a fool of himself doing everything in his power to impress you

warnings: swearing? tooth-rotting fluff. pls this is my first fic so im sorry if this is terrible, not rlly proofread

Your family had just moved in to Plainview, settled in a cozy home on the corner of the street. Once summer ended, you’d attend Crossland High School as a senior while your younger brother, Jake, would be starting 7th grade at Westmore Middle School. You dreaded school, even in the years you lived in your hometown, surrounded by your friends. Now that you were the new girl, you were sure it’d be all the more worse.

Your younger brother, Jake, on the other hand, made company so easy and made it seem like starting a conversation was as easy as knowing your own name. Sure, he wasn’t very popular, but he never went a year without a new friend or even a whole new group. You were sure he’d already be making friends on the walk to school.

While you were staring at your packed bag that you refused to unpack, in denial that your family had really moved, when the doorbell rang, echoing through the still house. Your attention was diverted and you snuck out your room, quietly walking to the railing by the stairs where you could have a clear view of the front door. You crouched down, hoping you wouldn’t be seen as you watched your mother strut to the door. The door swung open and there was a friendly smile waiting behind, holding some tupperware in her arms.

You were watching and listening, hardly moving or even breathing as they talked. The woman at the door, whose name you heard was Susan Heffley, was welcoming your family to Plainview. You heard them suggest a dinner this weekend so they could meet each other’s families; your mother had mentioned yours and your brother’s age which coincidentally were the same as the Heffleys. You let out a groan as your mom agreed to the dinner.

Mrs. Heffley left a few moments later, wishing your mother another welcome with a gentle smile before walking out the door. Surely she seemed nice but having to attend to dinner with a family you didn’t know was a long dreaded thought of yours.

The rest of the week seemed to go slow as you anticipated the inevitable dinner. You were also attempting to accept the fact that you were truly stuck in Plainview now unless you decided to move out and away when you turned 18, but you knew the thought was pointless considering it meant you’d have to be prepared by then.

When Saturday rolled around, you had finally unpacked your bag, trying to be a little more positive about living here. But that was a lie. Truth was your mom hounded you about living out of a suitcase and told you off for not unpacking. Not wanting to get in any more trouble, you hurriedly unpacked that night, throwing a pair of jeans and some shirt on your bed in the process for you to wear to dinner.

It was 5:50 and you were scrambling to finish up the last of your makeup and hair. If there was one thing your dad hated, it was being late, and you would likely be the cause of it. You had postponed getting ready for so long, procrastinating until there were few minutes to spare. You weren’t sure why you cared so much about your appearance, assuming that you would never talk to that family after tonight.

Jake’s fist pounded on your bathroom door, causing you to jump from the unexpected burst of noise. You nearly burnt yourself with the straightener you were holding. You quickly set it down and swung the door open. You were ready to scold your younger brother but he spoke before you.

“Mom and Dad said we’re leaving now, why aren’t you ready?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from the door, closing it.

“Just one more minute!” you shouted from the other side of the door. He knocked on the door a few more times and when you refused to answer, he gave up, grumbling something under his breath as he ran down the stairs.

A minute turned into two, then three, and then it was 5:59 and your dad was knocking on the door. You turned off the straightener and unplugged it, checking your reflection one last time before hurrying out the bathroom.

Considering how close your houses were, your family walked to the Heffley’s house. Right before the clock turned 6:01, your family was at the door, ringing the bell. You heard a few hushed murmurs from the other side of the door before the same familiar face that had come to your house before swung open the door.

Mrs. Heffley welcomed you in, closing the door behind you. A man, who you could only assume was Mr. Heffley, stood next to Mrs. Heffley, extending out a hand towards your father, then your mother.

“Frank Heffley,” the man introduced, smiling politely. He shook your hand and then Jake’s as Mrs. Heffley introduced herself and the littlest brother, Manny, that she held in her arms.

Then, bounding down the stairs comes a boy, somewhere between 11-13. He comes to a stop next to Mrs. Heffley and wears a nervous smile.

“And his is my second eldest son, Greg,” Mrs. Heffley beams. One after another, you all shake his hand, introducing yourselves. “Greg, you and Jake are both in seventh grade so maybe you’ll make good friends,” Mrs. Heffley comments. Jake smiles a little and Greg is hesitant to return the smile, unsure if he likes your brother.

Mrs. Heffley turns to Greg, whispering something private to him while your father exchanges pleasantries with his father, earning a warm smile from your mother. Greg shrugged at whatever Mrs. Heffley had said to him and she frowned.

It wasn’t long before another set of footsteps came running down the steps, this time a tall boy with dark, messed and fluffed up hair, wearing some graphic tee tucked only in the front behind a pair of dark jeans. He looked your age and from the conversation you had overheard earlier that week, you knew he was your age. But… what did that matter? You had no intent on talking to this family again.

“And this is Rodrick,” Mrs. Heffley introduced, not sounding nearly as enthusiastic as she had been when introducing Greg and Manny. The smile she wore seemed fake as she glared and Rodrick and nudged him. He looked confused, shooting her a look before he noticed my father’s outstretched hand. He shook my parents’ hands as we were all introduced once more, thankfully for the last time. You seemed to catch Rodrick’s eye, and your name was the only one he seemed to remember. He repeated your name in his head, making sure it stuck in his memory. The other names faded from his mind as your families walked to the dining table. A few extra chairs had been added to fit your family, which sat on one side as the Heffley family sat on the other. You faced Rodrick with Jake on your right and your mother on your left. This was already the longest evening of your time in Plainview.

Mrs. Heffley was bringing a plate of food as your fathers chatted away. Rodrick, Greg, and Jake were quick to pile heaping amounts onto their plates. You were the last to go for food, not expecting to eat much since you didn’t have much of an appetite that night.

The parent side of the table was lively, laughter filling the air while it was nothing but the tap or light scrape of the metal forks against the plate on your side of the table. Jake didn’t seem to mind, happily eating away at his food, nearly to the point of asking for seconds. You had picked at the homemade food, taking a few bites ever so often. It smelt amazing, almost giving you your appetite back.

But the worst part of the night wasn’t how they were strangers you were having dinner with, or how empty and silent your half of the table was, but rather how you kept finding Rodrick’s eyes. They were awkward glances where you’d both be caught looking at one another and you’d both avert your gaze as quickly as it had been found. It kickstarted your heart every time, sending a wave of embarrassment flooding through you which was shown through in the heat rising to your face. You were praying someone on your end of the table would feel the silence and ease the tension but with every glance you and Rodrick stole, the atmosphere felt heavier.

The buzz from the other side of the table faded, leaving a few painful moments of entire silence before your dad spoke, speaking to Rodrick this time.

“Was that your van outside?” your dad inquired, hoping to spark up a conversation after noticing the deafening silence.

Rodrick stole another look at you on his way to address your father. He nodded, shifting in his seat a little. The silence was beginning to make its dreaded reappearance and in a desperate attempt to prevent it, you foolishly decided to keep the conversation rolling.

“What’s the name painted on it?” you asked, and Rodrick’s eyes had quickly fallen away from your father to meet you.

“Löded Diper, the name of my band,” Rodrick replied proudly. You attempted to repress a smile. The name was ridiculous and it had you holding back a laugh but something about the confidence and the happiness in his tone made you forget the name and brought a grin to your lips.

“A band, huh? What do you play?” you questioned, shifting in your seat, leaning forward so your attention was nowhere but him. His lips curved up into a smile as his movement mimicked yours, facing you. You could see Susan and your mom smile at each other, gushing at how suddenly you and Rodrick were getting along.

“Drums,” he answered, and the other conversations resumed from the parent side of the table. Greg and Jake were silently watching you and Rodrick talk, both shocked that you had even acknowledged him. Jake knew you weren’t one to engage like this upon first meeting someone, especially not with someone like Rodrick. And Greg was sure you were way out of Rodrick’s league, whether it was from a relationship or even friendship standpoint. Greg and Jake seemed to read each other’s minds and started talking, filling the once silent half of the room with chatter.

“I always wanted to learn drums,” you commented sheepishly, breaking the eye contact you had been holding. He seemed to light up at that, sitting up a little taller.

“I could teach you,” he blurted out, rather loudly. Everyone seemed to glance at him for a moment before ignoring it and resuming their conversations. You found his gaze again and a smile crept on your lips.

“Really?” you asked. He nodded, and your smile curved into a smirk. “Well, of course, you’d have to been good at drums to teach somebody. Prove you’re any good and maybe then you can teach me.” He paused for a moment before he chuckled, leaning back in his chair as his once awkward demeanor became cocky.

“No no no, i’d be doing you a favour. And i don’t need to prove anything. I’m a great drummer. Right, Greg?” Rodrick asked, hitting Greg on the chest. Greg hadn’t been paying attention but held his chest where he had been hit as he nodded, agreeing to whatever Rodrick had asked. “See?” You rolled your eyes, your bottom lip slipping between your teeth to hide your smile.

“The poor kid is terrified of you,” you chuckled. You turned to Greg this time. “Don’t take any of his shit.” Greg smiled brightly and Rodrick seemed flustered that you hadn’t taken his side.

“Oh, come on, I’ve never done anything to him,” Rodrick defended. He wasn’t a great liar. You glanced at Rodrick before looking back at Greg, raising your eyebrows.

“Is he telling the truth?” you asked. Greg shot a look at Rodrick before laughing and shaking his head. You giggled. Rodrick’s face was turning red and he shoved Greg again.

“Dude! Deny, deny, deny!” Rodrick pestered, pushing Greg. Another laughter escaped your lips.

“So you admit you were lying!” Rodrick froze, his face dropping.

With the exception of Rod, your side of the table was in a fit of laughter. The other side had stilled, admiring how well you seemed to be getting along despite Rodrick being the butt of the joke. He’d felt embarrassed for a moment but hearing your laughter had a bright grin spreading across his face which eventually broke out into laughter. Your stomach and face started to hurt from laughing for too long and you let a few desperate pants as you leaned back in your seat, arms wrapped around your stomach.

Over an hour had passed and your families couldn’t have been getting along better. Greg and Rodrick had told you endless amounts of stories. You learned about The Cheese Touch and the thought of it made you gag, imagining that moldy cheese sitting on the dirty hot blacktop for years.

You asked Rodrick about his band, which he went on and on about until Greg told him to can it. Rodrick might’ve hit him again if Mrs. Heffley hadn’t glanced over at them and scolded Rodrick.

Nearing the end of your time with the Heffleys, you hesitantly asked Rodrick if he was serious about the drum lesson. Sure, your reason was purely because you had always wanted to learn how to play but it seemed as the night went on, your reason was slipping to wanting to see Rodrick again. You didn’t want to have to wait until summer’s end to be with him. He didn’t seem like the greatest influence and you were already sure your parents weren’t too fond of him, but something about him had you drawn towards him like a moth to light.

The Heffleys were escorting your family to the door, chatter still in the air, when you turned to Rodrick. You swallowed the lump in your throat and prayed your voice would come out normal.

“So… about that drum lesson,” you started, not meeting his eyes, but you still saw the smile tug at the corner of his lips.

“Tomorrow?” he suggested quickly, stopping to face you. You looked up, your brow slightly furrowed. “O-or another day. I mean-” He was blabbering, trying not to sound eager or desperate and a grin stretched across your lips.

“Tomorrow sounds great,” you replied. He relaxed, smiling a little.

“Yeah, yeah, cool,” he mumbled, pretending to sound uninterested. You pushed him gently and he couldn’t hide the smile. You rolled your eyes at him, a light laugh falling from your lips. That sound would be stuck in his brain all night as he lied awake, admiring you and feeling like he had dreamed you up cause he wasn’t sure someone like you could be real.

Your family said their goodbyes to the Heffleys as the four of you walked out the door. You headed home, unable to lose the smile of excitement as you thought about your plans for tomorrow. You were so distracted in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed your parents talking to you until your brother nudged you to snap you out of your daze.

“Are you alright?” your mom asked worriedly, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. You flashed her a smile and nodded. “Well, how was your night then? Did you like them?” Then to your father, “I thought they were nice, don’t you think?” Then back to you. “How was Rodrick? I was a little worried he was a bad influence.” If you hadn’t stepped in, your mom might’ve pestered with you questions until the end of the night.

“It was fun. I had a good time,” you reassured. She smiled as you reached your front steps.

When you finally got back to your room, you reveled in the once dreaded house that seemed like a punishment. You were now filled with anticipation, wishing it would be Sunday already so you’d get to see Rodrick again. Your mind hadn’t decided what was so endearing about him. Maybe it was his desperate, miserable attempts to impress you that made you nearly giggle like a school girl or his dark shaggy hair that fell in messy strands. But you didn’t let yourself think about that for too long, saving yourself from falling down that rabbit hole.

As the cool air from your open window filled the room and the pale moonlight danced across your skin, you were coaxed into sleep, smiling as you thought about your night.

Maybe Plainview wasn’t as bad as you had believed it to be.

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a/n: well… first fic ig. i’m sorry if this is complete shit. i just felt like i should post something after having this account for 6 months and posting nothing. there are a few requests in my inbox that i do intend on getting to at some point i promise, im just a little slow with all of this 😭 let me know what you think and if you want more of these!

[ladey]

WIBYH Headcanons (mostly vi) | #1

soo yeah i just said fuck it and wrote some headcanons anyway.

- vi lowkey disliked her hair colour when she was younger bc it was more of a pink hue back then, and she got made fun of for it by guys her age (mylo included)

- she’s an effortless flirt, even when trying not to

- used to have a sarcasm problem (totally still does)

- will and has punch a nearby wall to show off her skills to a cute girl

- looks like a hunchback while sitting (especially on a stool but i think we all know this by now)

- veryyy determined and ambitious like no fear of failure at all

- shes a little hotheaded but can also take a joke and some teasing (she’s usually the one making them)

- sadly has a slight fear of change and ending up alone :((

- she’s super good at hiding how much her trauma has affected her

- lesbian

- somehow vi is good with kids even though she doesn’t really like them unless they’re related to her (y/n, ekko and vera were the exception)

- so some of u may know that violet has a saxophone for some reason LMFAOO. well here’s my take on it

- as a younger kid she found a saxophoe laying in its open case and picked it up.

- the lady who owned it heard vi playing it and came running out of the cafe she was in but got scared of her because she happened to be from a different place, and thought the little kids from the undercity were evil and mischievous.

- so she screamed and ran away and vi being all confused decided to just leave and take the instrument with her, and that’s how she ended up getting a saxophone.

- violet viewed y/n as another little sister. over the years her devoted protection over the younger girl gave rise their strong bond

- plus she spent time with powder and the others nearly everyday so they saw one another a LOT

- powder also struggled making friends her age, and vi felt so happy that the girl had y/n and ekko and even vera in her life who never bullied her, judged her or ridiculed her for her mistakes

- mylo had a crush on vi for a while and it lasted until the day he died (that is tragic..)

- violet always just started at him with a weird expression whenever he tried to show her something impressive. she never rlly understood why he seemed to want her approval all the time

- y/n, being the curious girl she is, bluntly asked mylo if he had a crush on vi without really thinking too deeply about how he’d react to that question

- after him freaking out and denying it, she ended up asking claggor about it maybe a month or two later. he didn’t know what to say at first, but after playing the clueless act and saying “maybe” they ended up listing different signs of his potential crush in secret

- y/n had liked to call violet ‘strawberry head’ ever since they met because her red hair reminded her of strawberries. in turn vi called her candy, however it wasn’t actually her who came up with the nickname!

- vi initially thought that powder possibly liked ekko and vise vera but then she noticed how red and flustered he’d get whenever vera was with them.

- she couldn’t really tell if her sister or y/n liked each other, she never thought too deeply about it because friendships between two girls are harder to decipher in that way

- in all honestly she didn’t think that they’d even know themselves. but she knew how close and protective they were of each other and thought it was sweet

[butchyeons]

BUTCHYEONS😈😈 i have a request for you bae

soft dom!nayeon and sub! jeong. nayeon using her lengthy fingers to hit all of jeongyeons sweet spots and with a bit of edging and praise? please 😊

ok soooo! this rq made me jump for joy icl. but it snowballed so fast into a whole 10k long fic with a decent amount of angst 😭 it’s a bit heavy but i rlly think it’s sweet.

the full fic is here on ao3, but i figured i’d still post the smut portion since you rqed it. omfg this rlly was supposed to just be smut but i got carried away, my bad!! i hope you still enjoy lmao

i’ll give you all the love i’ve got (and then even more)

college au 2yeon car sex + angst and stuff. yeah!

tags/warnings: discussions of eds, angst, fluff, car sex, fingering, edging, mommy kink, finger sucking, body worship (imo), idk the smut is just very soft, nayeon just trying to distract jeongyeon basically idk i promise it’s all good

tw for discussions of anorexia/discussions of mental hospitals!! this fic ended up being heavy but i think it’s rlly sweet. nothing too intense hopefully. if you aren’t interested/can’t read that, i understand completely! feel free to skip this one.

cishet men and minors dni

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It’s safe to say that Yoo Jeongyeon was having a terrible day.

The first problem was that she woke up late. Her and Momo had stayed up all night cramming for a biology midterm, which made her snooze her alarm a few more times than usual. She could vaguely make out Jihyo griping about it in between each cycle, only snapping awake the moment the younger girl slammed the door shut when she finally left. Five minutes had turned into thirty minutes and then into an hour… Okay, that’s fine. She can shower during her break between classes- it’s fine.

Or well, the shower came much earlier than she expected. In the haste of running late but still needing caffeine, she bumped right into the back of her friend and fellow nursing major, Tzuyu, while she was leaving and ended up spilling her coffee all over her own clothes. Tzuyu’s were spared, thankfully. The baristas told her she’d have to pay for another. Great.

So along with missing her first class (human anatomy, the course she struggled in the most), there goes her beloved lucky Lady Gaga Chromatica Ball t-shirt. It’s fine, she can probably get a replacement. It’s not like the concert happened 2 years ago in an entirely country and was one of the best nights of her life or anything.

The shirt looked bad on her, anyways.

And then as she trudged to her biology class, questioning why she even chose to major in nursing in the first place (her mother forced her to), it started to rain. And did she bring an umbrella? No, of course not. She left it sitting propped up right next to the door in her dorm, because of course she did. Her clothes awkwardly clung to her frame, completely drenched. She was entirely too aware of herself by then. So much for a shower.

And she was 99% certain she bombed the exam. No Gaga, no good grades, after all.

She chose to skip lunch that day, told herself she’d be better off without it. She didn’t really have time, anyways, considering she needed to show up to her chemistry lab early to go over her group project with Jihyo. The growling in her stomach made it hard to focus, the weight of the day resting heavily on her shoulders, which made Jihyo get more annoyed with each passing minute. By the time class started, Jeongyeon had checked out mentally. And while she wasn’t paying attention, she ended up mixing too much of a chemical into the solution they were making, completely ruining it. There goes their grade.

Jihyo cussing her out in the hallway after class didn’t make her feel any better, either.

By the time dinner rolled around, the whole group met up, like they always did. Jihyo was staring daggers into her as she absentmindedly pushed her food around on her plate. Her appetite was gone, the voice in her head telling her over and over “you don’t need it”. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate. Probably the night before. It was fine. Less calories were always a good thing, and the school’s food was loaded with oil and saturated fats. She didn’t need those.

Beside her, Nayeon was laughing, carrying on, her hand occasionally brushing against Jeongyeon’s thigh. Her and Sana were excitedly talking about their education courses, how they were doing to get to visit a nearby elementary school to observe. Dahyun was talking about the book they got assigned to research while Chaeyoung showed the group her latest sketches, how they’d incorporate into her final for the year. Mina showed pictures from her photography class- they got to go do a shoot at the beach in the rain, and it turned out beautifully.

Jeongyeon only wished she had it that easy.

The final straw came in the form of a text message from her mother. It was a recipe for some soup, something genuinely innocent. What didn’t feel innocent was the message attached.

Mom

You should try this, it’s supposed to help with weight loss. Love you, miss you.

And that’s how Jeongyeon found herself locked in the stall of the cafeteria’s bathroom, gasping for air. Her body felt like it was on fire, her lungs about to collapse. Her heart was running a mile a minute, threatening to burst right out of her chest. She could still hear the sounds of the cafeteria, the sounds of students laughing, the clattering of dishes. It was too loud, practically mocking her. She held her head in her hands as her whole body shook, tears streaming down her face. For a second, she thought she was dying. It was just so much. Everything was too fucking much-

Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

She looked up for a moment, staring at the door of the tiny bathroom stall. She took in a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Another vibration.

She sighed, finally pulling it out. Two text messages.

NY 🩵

Hey, you’ve been gone for a bit. You okay? You didn’t touch any of your food.

NY 🩵

Baby, did it happen again?

Of course, Nayeon knew. She had a magical way of always knowing when one of Jeongyeon’s “episodes” was happening, even when she gave no real indication.

JY 💚

I’m fine, I’ll be back in a minute.

Jeongyeon sighed, leaning back. The toilet seat was starting to become increasingly uncomfortable underneath her thighs. She used the sleeve of her flannel to wipe her face, debating whether or not she should go back just yet. Another text.

NY 🩵

That’s good, but you didn’t answer my question.

NY 🩵

Are you having a panic attack?

Nayeon was nothing if not persistent. She had been well trained on how to deal with Jeongyeon’s bullshit, and it came free with the course. It was both a blessing and a curse, really.

Jeongyeon stared at the screen, her thumbs hovering above her keyboard. Before she could even begin to formulate a way to explain, Nayeon was back.

NY 🩵

How about I come get you and we get out of here. Does that sound good?

Jeongyeon sighed, finally standing up. She typed out one last message before opening the door and going to wash her hands.

JY 💚

Please.

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Jihyo loudly announced she’d be heading back to their room when the two of them finally rejoined the group after Jeongyeon calmed down. Dahyun, who seemingly didn’t sense that something was wrong, let Nayeon know she was going back to study, and she needed some quiet. Great. Jeongyeon desperately just wanted to be alone with her, to be out of a crowd and away from the hoards of people she was convinced were staring at her, and now both of their usual options were now gone. Part of her wondered if she should just ask Momo if she could sleep on her floor, too scared to go back to her room to even get pajamas. Thankfully, though, there was a solution.

Nayeon suggested they go for a drive, so they did. Both of them sat in silence as Jeongyeon drove, the radio softly humming in the background. It was dark by then, the street lights growing less frequent as they drove away from the city. The highway out of Seoul was surprisingly empty that night, only dotted by the occasional passing car. The humidity from outside caused the windows to fog up just slightly, so Nayeon was happily spending her time drawing little shapes onto the glass. Jeongyeon shot her a glance, chuckling dryly.

“At least clean those up later, would you?”

Nayeon looked over with a pout.

“You don’t appreciate my masterpieces?”

“Ah yes.” Jeongyeon replied as she steered to the outside lane. “Who could forget the classic Weird Smiley Face on Glass, 2024 by the legendary Im Nayeon. How silly of me.”

“Legendary is damn right.” Nayeon huffed, sitting back in her seat.

Jeongyeon let out an amused sound but didn’t reply as she took the next exit. Their silence continued as Jeongyeon drove, taking a few turns before they finally arrived at their destination.

The parking lot of their favorite park was completely empty. Jeongyeon was shocked the gates were even open considering how late it was, but she was grateful. She took their usual spot near the woods, in the back corner of the lot. As soon as she put the car in park, Nayeon was unbuckling her seatbelt, stretching her arms out above her head with a groan. Jeongyeon huffed amusedly at the sight, which caught Nayeon’s attention. The older girl looked at her, giving a gentle smile.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Where would she even start?

Jeongyeon sighed, finally unbuckling her seatbelt and relaxing into her seat. She stared out the window at the forest ahead of them, lit up by the headlights of her car. She focused on where they faded between the trees, the gears in her brain grinding against each other in an attempt to work up the courage to answer.

“Bad day.” Was all she said.

Silence.

“I could tell.” Nayeon whispered.

Jeongyeon didn’t look at her. She couldn’t. If she did, she’d probably cry. That feeling from earlier was creeping its way back- the walls closing in on her as she tried desperately to take in the air that was very quickly being sucked out of her body. The body she barely liked, the brain that should’ve been different. Her arms felt like static, her fingers practically numb. She couldn’t tell if the emptiness in her stomach was from the anxiety or… the other problem. She didn’t want to think about it. She tried to focus on the shifting shadows in the trees, tried to make the song on the radio out over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears-

Nayeon’s hand found the top of hers and the feeling was gone. She finally looked over, only to be met with Nayeon’s bright, bunny-toothed smile.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She said. “But I think it would be good for you to get it out.”

Jeongyeon mashed her lips together in an attempt to smile. Nayeon was right, but fuck, if only it were that easy. She looked back down, at the hand that rested atop of hers. Nayeon’s hands were bigger than hers, nearly covered them. She’d just painted her nails baby pink. Her fingers were long and bony, but cute. They felt good against hers. They felt even better inside her.

God, that sounded nice.

Be serious, Jeongyeon.

“It just wasn’t my day today, that’s all.” She said, looking back out at the woods.

Clearly, that wasn’t a good enough answer.

“If it just wasn’t your day,” Nayeon said, making air quotations around Jeongyeon’s words with her free hand. “Why did you have a panic attack earlier?”

Jeongyeon sighed.

“I thought you said I didn’t have to talk about it.”

When she looked over at her girlfriend again, Nayeon was giving her that look, her infamous pout. There was no way out of this.

“You don’t have to. But it doesn’t mean I have to stop asking about it.”

Little shit. Jeongyeon loved her more than words. More than the entire universe, really.

“It’s just…” She sighed out. “A lot went wrong. I overslept, couldn’t shower, missed a class, ruined my favorite shirt, got caught in the rain, probably failed my biology test, wondered why I even decided studying to become a fucking nurse was the right choice, pissed my best friend off to the point where she won’t even speak to me, and…”

Her voice trailed off. Nayeon’s grip tightened.

She knew she needed to admit it.

“And I haven’t eaten since yesterday, Nayeon. It’s… It’s bad again. Really bad.”

She finally took a chance, hesitantly looking over at Nayeon, who was still focused on her, her eyes practically burning holes in her skin. She felt small under her gaze, even if it was one that was completely innocent. Vulnerability was not one of Jeongyeon’s strong suits. She sighed, looking away again.

“Today just… Sucked. I don’t…” She paused, inhaling through her teeth. “I don’t really like myself right now. And I don’t think anyone else really likes me, either.”

Silence again. Jeongyeon thought her head was going to fucking explode.

“Yoo Jeongyeon.”

She timidly looked back over, locking eyes with Nayeon.

“I know I’ll never be able to fully make it stop, that I can’t just… Love away all those thoughts.” She said, her attention never once leaving the younger girl’s. “But I will help you no matter what, I promise.”

Jeongyeon could already feel the tears pricking at her eyes. She didn’t say anything. Nayeon continued.

“Some things will break, but they can always be fixed. Missing a class and failing a test won’t kill you, we can replace your shirt, and Jihyo won’t be mad at you forever. Those are all easily fixable, I promise you.”

For one of the clumsiest people Jeongyeon had ever met, Nayeon was always so good with her words.

“And you didn’t choose to be a nurse, your mom did. That can still be fixed.”

“No, it can’t-”

“Yes, it can. Change your major. You want to be a journalist, not a stupid nurse. That’s all you’ve ever talked about- you literally ran our high school’s newspaper like it was the fucking navy. Your mom can suck it.”

“Nayeon.”

“Sorry.” She huffed. “But I’m serious, Jeongyeon. There’s a solution to all of that. You don’t have to listen to every single thing they say, y’know?”

“But they’ll-”

“No buts. You know my mom would take care of you if they didn’t. And you know I would be here, too. We would make it work, like we always have.”

She was right. Jeongyeon just nodded, closing her eyes, trying to fight back the tears, trying to accept what the older girl was telling her to be true, despite what her head was telling her. Nayeon’s grip tightened even more.

“I can’t make all the voices in your head go away completely, but I can at least try to talk over them. I’m so good at talking, y’know?”

“God, do we all know.” Jeongyeon jabbed, no real malice in her words.

“Right. Exactly. So with that being said,” Nayeon shifted, leaning over the center console. “Why don’t you let me do the talking for now? Just… Get your mind off of everything for a little bit.”

Jeongyeon finally opened her eyes again. She successfully managed to will the tears away, only letting a few lingering ones fall. She wiped them away with her sleeve and blinked a few times before looking back over at the girl who was now directly beside her. Nayeon gave her a small smile.

“Can I be selfish for a bit?” She asked.

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow.

“Selfish?”

Nayeon’s face was now inches away from hers. Jeongyeon didn’t miss how her eyes drifted down towards her lips before snapping right back up.

“Selfish.” She answered. “As in, I want you all to myself.”

Jeongyeon knew where this was going. She knew exactly what Nayeon wanted. And after the day she had, fuck. She couldn’t deny that she wanted it, too. Needed it, even. Thank god they were on the same page.

“Then please,” Jeongyeon whispered. “Be as selfish as you want, for as long as you want. I’m all yours.”

The time it took for them to crawl into the backseat was shockingly short. Nayeon went first, practically yanking Jeongyeon’s flannel off as she pulled her through the gap in the seats. As soon as the younger girl managed to get settled, Nayeon was on top of her, crashing their lips together.

The kiss was wild, their tongues meeting desperately, their teeth occasionally smacking into one another as they went at it. Nayeon wasn’t gentle when she bit Jeongyeon’s bottom lip, the sudden pain causing her to whimper into her mouth. She didn’t pull away; she stayed, her jaw nearly slack as she let Nayeon do it again, even harder. The older girl sucked her lip between her teeth, her tongue quickly running over it to soothe any pain before diving back in for more.

It was just what Jeongyeon needed. A break. A chance to just turn her brain off. To let Nayeon do all the talking.

At least, that’s what she wanted. The moment she felt Nayeon’s hands slip underneath her shirt, skin against skin, she froze.

The voices were back, and they were loud.

“Nay-” She croaked out as she pulled away. “Wait, I…”

Nayeon immediately stilled herself, looking at her with so much concern. Love, rather.

“Honey, if you can’t do this right now, we can stop.” She said, her voice gentle, yet still so serious. “It’s up to you.”

Jeongyeon looked up at her, as if she were searching for something. She could see in Nayeon’s expression that she meant it- that if she wanted out, she could have out. Jeongyeon wasn’t the one being selfish here, after all. Nayeon would never push her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.

And really, was it smart to be having sex in the back of her car right after Jeongyeon made a piss-poor attempt at dumping her emotions out? Probably not. There were other ways to mitigate them, to calm herself down, to distract herself. For someone who could be just as high maintenance as her, Nayeon was shockingly good at calming her down, and at distracting her. It just so happened that fucking Jeongyeon until she could barely remember her own name was her favorite method of distraction.

The only problem was that Jeongyeon had a body that she didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about.

But god, she just wanted a break. She wanted to feel good, wanted to find something decent about today. She wanted to like herself. She wanted to hear Nayeon’s voice above all the rest, even her own. Nayeon’s voice was the only one she ever really wanted to hear.

Nayeon started to pull her hands back, shifting so that she was off of Jeongyeon’s lap. Jeongyeon grabbed her wrist.

“Please, don’t stop.” She whispered. “Make me feel good, please. I don’t want to think about anything but you right now.”

Nayeon just nodded dumbly. She moved back, her hands finding Jeongyeon’s waist above her shirt, their lips meeting again, much more gently this time.

“Jeongyeon,” Nayeon said between kisses. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, you know that?”

Jeongyeon started to whine, wanted to protest. Nayeon didn’t let her. She immediately swallowed any noise she could’ve made, licking into her mouth for just a moment before pulling away and trailing kisses down to her neck. Nayeon gently sucked a bruise into the skin, running her teeth along it before moving to add another one right at her pulse point. Jeongyeon trembled, trying to hold back any sounds, as if she was scared someone would hear. Her fingers dug into the leather of the car seat, doing their best to hold on. Nayeon bit down harder. It felt good.

“Nay…” She whimpered out, her eyes falling shut. “Mommy…”

She felt Nayeon smiling against her neck, felt her teeth sink in again, another bruise. She pulled away.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” She whispered as she sat back up. Her hand cupped Jeongyeon’s cheek, her thumb running across her lips. “My good girl. You deserve the whole world.”

Jeongyeon opened her eyes again, kept eye contact with the older girl as she sucked her finger into her mouth. Nayeon trembled slightly, but didn’t move, just watching as Jeongyeon made a show of swirling her tongue around the pad of her thumb before sucking on it again. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them, really. But something about everything else going on made it feel even more intense than usual.

Nayeon finally pulled her hand away. It was dark, dim enough so that they could barely see each other, but even then, the blush on the older girl’s cheeks was clear as day. She wiped her hand on her jeans before moving it back to Jeongyeon’s waist, teasing up the hem of her shirt.

“Can I?” She whispered.

Jeongyeon froze again. It wasn’t anything Nayeon hadn’t seen- they’d fucked plenty of times in their two years of dating (and even before they got together, but they were young and confused so they don’t really count that anymore). But right then, Jeongyeon was struggling. It always got bad when the issues creeped up again. She was proud to be mostly recovered, but… God, when it came back, it came back hard.

But Nayeon had never once judged her, never would. In fact, Nayeon was there for her first intake. She was the one who found her passed out in the bathroom right outside their high school’s art classroom, having nearly gone into a coma after she managed to not eat for an entire week straight; she was the one who called the ambulance. She was there for the second and third trips, too. And she was waiting for her when she got out, every time. They weren’t dating back then, but Nayeon was still always there, always encouraging her to get better. Even when Nayeon was having a hard time with her own life, she was there.

Jeongyeon barely felt pretty right then. Her hair was frizzy from the rain, her body probably drenched in anxious sweat. Her stomach felt so empty, her head nearly spinning from just how loud her brain was being. It was hard to ignore how heavy she felt, how ugly she felt.

But genuinely, fuck it.

She needed this more than anything else. The feeling of Nayeon’s hands on her, the way the older girl looked at her- it was enough to quell all of it. She could feel Nayeon’s love harder than anything else.

“Please.”

Nayeon nodded. Delicately, as if she was afraid the younger girl would break, she pulled her shirt up just enough to reveal her sports bra, helping Jeongyeon shrug her flannel off in the process. Her hands immediately found her chest, cupping her breasts over the fabric, giving them both a squeeze. Jeongyeon’s head fell back, a small sound coming from the back of her throat as Nayeon rolled her thumbs over her nipples before pinching them through the padding.

“So, so pretty, Jeongyeonie.” Nayeon mumbled, her hands moving to slip underneath, pushing her bra up.

Jeongyeon unwillingly shivered at the cold air, her cheeks turning red with the embarrassment of feeling her nipples get hard. All of it felt just slightly embarrassing, really. Gross, to some degree. But before she even had a chance to think about it, Nayeon’s mouth was on her, her teeth biting down on one of the sensitive nubs before her tongue rolled over it.

“Fuck.” Jeongyeon groaned out.

She could feel Nayeon smiling against her, could tell she was holding back a comment. Normally she’d be teasing, be telling her how easy it was to work her up. Instead, she gave her chest one last kiss before helping Jeongyeon adjust so she was resting against the door, her legs sprawled across the backseat. As soon as she was comfortable, she was back on her, straddling her thighs. She kissed her lips, neck, down to her chest again, switching her attention back and forth between each breast, teeth and tongue all over the place. Her hands were so warm as they dragged down Jeongyeon’s sides, her fingers delicately squeezing before her nails would drag behind them. The pain was light, somehow sweet. Welcomed. Jeongyeon’s brain was fully silent by then.

Well, up until Nayeon’s hand brushed against her core.

At the sensation, she was back down on earth, her mind struggling to swim in the rough waters of self repulsion. She gasped out, jolting, shying away from the older girl’s touch. Immediately though, Nayeon’s mouth was back on hers.

“Baby.” She whispered, kissing her again before sitting up. “We can stop, seriously. If you can’t handle it right now, we can go back to campus, forget this happened. It’s up to you, fully. I just need you to tell me.”

Jeongyeon bit her lip as she looked up at her. Nayeon’s lips were kiss swollen, parted as she breathed in and out deeply. Her cheeks were still red, her hair messy. Hot. Jeongyeon could feel the wetness between her thighs, how it had already pooled in her underwear; could feel herself clenching around nothing at the sight. She wanted this so badly, wanted Nayeon on her, in her.

She didn’t give a damn what her brain was telling her anymore. Couldn’t. Not when Nayeon was looking at her like that, as if she was going to devour her.

Carefully, she reached for Nayeon’s hand, moving it so it was pressed right up against where she needed it most.

“Don’t stop.” She breathed out. “Please, don’t stop, Nay. I need you.”

Nayeon huffed, smiled softly. She leaned down and pressed one last kiss to Jeongyeon’s lips before moving to unzip her jeans, tugging them and her underwear down just enough so that she could work easier. It felt shameful. Jeongyeon squeezed her eyes shut. Her face felt like it was on fire, her brain screaming at her that she didn’t deserve it, that Nayeon didn’t like her, that she was so disgusting-

“Puppy.”

Jeongyeon opened her eyes again.

“You’re so fucking wet. So fucking hot.”

Jeongyeon barely had any time to look up. By the time everything came back into focus, Nayeon’s hands were already on her. One was pressed against her mound, her fingers delicately pressed into the dark patch of hair that grew there, slightly pressing up so she had more room to work. She slowly dragged her other index finger up her slit before circling her clit, immediately focusing on the sensitive spot underneath the hood. Jeongyeon gasped at the feeling, her body falling limp against the door of her car as Nayeon started to play with her. It felt so fucking good.

“God, you’re so pretty, baby.” Nayeon whispered out, dragging her finger down to Jeongyeon’s entrance to collect more wetness before going back up. “Never seen anyone as pretty as you.”

Her words went straight to her core, her brain too fuzzy to really process anything. She just nodded dumbly as Nayeon continued what she was doing, increasing the pressure just slightly. It was good, fuck, it was so good- but she needed more. It was somewhat embarrassing, but she was already so fucking close. She could’ve easily cum just like that, from that stimulation alone. But she needed to be full. She needed Nayeon in her.

“What do you need, puppy?” Nayeon asked, as if she had just read her mind, her voice so soft that Jeongyeon nearly missed it.

So much for keeping a shred of dignity.

“I-In. Inside.” Jeongyeon whined. “Mommy, please. Need you in me.”

Nayeon nodded, whispered out a few hushed “okay”s, kissing her cheek before giving the younger girl exactly what she asked for. She moved down, teasing two of her fingers against her entrance. Jeongyeon whimpered, bucked her hips. Normally, this would’ve earned a scolding, maybe even a spank. But not then. Nayeon wasn’t going to hold it back, not after the day Jeongyeon had.

“Nayeon. Nayeonie.” Jeongyeon begged. “Please- ah!”

Nayeon cut her off by slipping her index and middle finger inside, immediately curling them up. Jeongyeon let out a groan, falling limp again as Nayeon began to fuck into her. For once, she was grateful that Nayeon’s fingers were so fucking long. They felt so fucking good, hit all the right spots. She couldn’t think about anything else but the feeling of them, how deeply they reached inside her, how they pressed up against her front walls as she dragged them back out. Nayeon was merciful enough to use her thumb to circle her clit as she worked, and Jeongyeon brokenly moaned at the feeling.

“Jeongyeonie, my perfect little Jeongyeonie.” Nayeon whispered, her voice dripping with want as she thrust her fingers right back in, spreading them open a bit and curling them up inside of her. “You take me so well. No one’s ever taken me as good as you do.”

Jeongyeon just nodded, too far away to really process what she was saying. All she could focus on was the feeling of her hand, how she had added a third finger without any resistance at all, how good they felt pressing against the deepest parts of her, stretching her open in the best way possible.

“Baby, look at yourself. Look at how good you take me.” Nayeon said, getting her attention again.

Jeongyeon opened her eyes, doing exactly what she was told. She shifted herself up just slightly and looked down, her jaw going slack as she watched Nayeon fuck her. It was so fucking hot, so nasty yet still so fucking beautiful. She loved what she saw, loved how her fingers would disappear, only to come back out covered in her own essence. And the sound of it all, too. The way she could hear just how wet she was when Nayeon teased her, flexing her fingers inside her before pulling back out. Her stomach tensed, a coil tightening right under the muscle, threatening to snap under the pressure of it all.

“Look at that, puppy.” Nayeon cooed, her voice gentle, her pace never letting up. “You’re so soft, so wet for me. So fucking pretty, doing such a good job. My good girl.”

Jeongyeon could barely hold on then.

“Mommy- fuck.” She groaned out, doing her best to keep herself up so she could watch. “Nayeon. I’m- I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah?” Nayeon asked, leaning forward so her lips inches away from Jeongyeon’s, her fingers curling up as she pushed them back in. “Puppy’s that close already? Gonna cum for me?”

Jeongyeon just nodded, squeezing her eyes shut, clenching her jaw. Nayeon did the action again, her palm pressing against her clit as she focused on the spot she knew the younger girl liked the most.

“So close. So fucking close. Gonna- gonna…” Jeongyeon whimpered out. “Mommy-”

Suddenly, Nayeon pulled out.

Jeongyeon whined pathetically, her eyes opening wide as she gasped for air. She could feel how her slick gushed out of her, the feeling in her stomach dissipating suddenly. She was right fucking there, right at the edge- and now nothing.

“Nayeon. What the fuck?”

Nayeon just smirked.

“You didn’t ask for permission.”

Jeongyeon groaned, her head falling back against the window.

“You’re so-” She panted. “Unbelievable.”

Somewhere in front of her, Nayeon giggled.

“Thought you liked when I did that?”

She did. But it had been a long fucking day.

She didn’t answer, was too busy pouting as she stared up at the ceiling. Nayeon shifted, leaned over, pressing a kiss to her chest before shifting back again. The action made Jeongyeon shiver, made her look back up. Right in front of her face, Nayeon held her now slick-covered fingers up.

“Taste yourself.” She said. “Then I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

God, how humiliating. But how could Jeongyeon say no to that?

She leaned up, delicately taking Nayeon’s fingers into her mouth, running her tongue along each of them before sucking. She didn’t often… taste herself. But this was nice. It was comforting in a way that was too hard for her to explain. Nayeon’s hands were amazing, soft, gentle as they prodded around her mouth, basically fucking it. The feeling of having something in her mouth kept her grounded, and, as odd as it was to admit, she tasted good. It was hard to describe how she tasted; a little bitter yet earthy, slightly salty. Nice overall. But she really thought Nayeon tasted better. She wished her mouth was on her, actually. Until Nayeon spoke again.

“Don’t you taste so good, Jeongyeonie?” She whispered, leaning in so her lips were close to her ear. “Every part of you is so good, isn’t it? You’re made up of so many amazing things.”

Jeongyeon did her best to nod, her cheeks burning. She felt like she could cry, honestly. She wasn’t exactly sure why. But she did her best to focus on what she was doing, on the fuzziness in her head, dragging her tongue across each pad before sucking again. Nayeon kept going.

“You taste so good. You smell so good. You sound so good. You look so fucking good, Jeongyeon. I’ve never seen anyone else who looks like you, never wanted anyone else as badly as I want you. I love all of you, every part of you is so beautiful. You’re so, so good. Perfect to me.”

Crazy thing to hear in the middle of sucking your own juices off your girlfriend’s fingers, but she needed to hear it. The pure genuineness and devotion in her words were what made her want to cry. Happy, very happy tears. But she held them back, kept doing what she was told to do.

After a bit Nayeon suddenly pulled her hand away, a soft “pop” following the action. Jeongyeon whined, frustrated, chasing after them. The older girl just chuckled, pulling her hand away farther.

“Do you want them in your mouth, puppy? Thought you wanted to cum?”

Jeongyeon made a noise, something akin to a whimper, exasperated. Nayeon decided to give her a break. Before Jeongyeon could say anything, she took her left hand and held it up to her mouth, her right one going back down, cupping the younger girl’s core, her middle finger teasing at her entrance.

“Don’t worry, honey. Just wanted to play with you a little. I’ll make it better.”

And she did. The fingers of her right hand slipped back inside with ease, while Jeongyeon took the index and middle finger of her left hand into her mouth, sucking on them mindlessly as Nayeon worked her open again. The buildup was fast, the coil in her stomach tightening even quicker now that she was all worked up. The entire time Nayeon just whispered sweet nothings to her, praised her, practically worshiped every single part of her through her words. Jeongyeon hung onto everything she said, letting it sink in the best she could in her half brainless state. It made her feel like she was worth something again.

She liked herself again, she thought. She could like herself if she had Nayeon. She wished she could like herself on her own, but, for now, this was a good start. Recovery was never linear. Two steps forward, one step back, repeat. But she’d be okay. She’d make sure she was okay, as long as Nayeon was with her.

“Such a good girl.” Nayeon muttered as she continued to fuck her. “My strong, sweet girl. All mine, no one else’s.”

Jeongyeon swore up and down she didn’t deserve Nayeon. She put up with all of her moodiness; all of her flaws, her avoidance. She’d been with her through thick and thin, through her highs and lows, and although she wasn’t perfect, she was always just so gentle. She just made sure Jeongyeon was okay. And really, that was what she needed the most.

There was nothing gentle about the way she was fucking her, now, though. But that’s how Jeongyeon liked it.

So when she finally got right to the edge again, right at the point where she was threatening to fall, she pulled her lips away from Nayeon’s hand, panting. Nayeon looked at her with some concern but she just shook her head.

“I’m close- I-”

Nayeon pushed back in, curling her fingers up, cutting her off. She moaned openly, uncaring just how desperate it sounded, her head falling back.

“Mommy-” It was increasingly hard for her to form words, but she did her best, her body shuddering each time Nayeon fucked into her. “Y-you told me to ask. I’m gonna… Please.”

Jeongyeon could feel the guilt coming back, could feel the embarrassment of it all trying to knock her back down. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Nayeon’s smile. It was small, soft- loving. She was safe. She could ask for what she needed. Nayeon wouldn’t judge, never had, never would.

“Can I cum, please?”

Nayeon huffed through her nose, her smile turning into a devilish smirk, her pace increasing until suddenly she held her hand in. Her palm pressed right against Jeongyeon’s clit as she worked her fingers against that spongy, sensitive spot that rested deep inside her. Jeongyeon did her best to hold it, to wait for the command, to be good. But, fuck. She’d waited long enough.

“Nayeonie.”

Silence. Nayeon held her right there, right at the edge for another moment. She leaned down, her face close enough to Jeongyeon’s that she could feel her breath against her cheek.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

Nayeon pulled out one last time and then slammed back in, right against that spot. Jeongyeon instantly broke, coming undone on her fingers with a cry. Her whole body trembled as the coil finally unfurled, practically snapping as her release hit. It felt good, so much more intense than usual. She could feel how she gushed around Nayeon’s fingers, could feel her walls clenching around them, keeping them pressed so deeply inside. Nayeon pressed light kisses to the side of her face, keeping her palm pressed against her clit, gently kneading it as she curled her fingers inside, helping guide the younger girl through. As soon as Jeongyeon whined, shaking her head and shying away from her touch, she sat back up.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Jeongyeon.” Nayeon whispered as she finally pulled away. “You have no idea just how beautiful you are to me.”

Jeongyeon just laid there, panting, staring at the roof of her car. She was completely spent, breathless, basking in the afterglow. As fucked out as she was, though, Nayeon’s words hit her hard. It was difficult to really reply, her mind still hazy and distant, but it was a reality check.

She never had the right words to really describe just how much Nayeon meant to her, to tell her just how much she appreciated everything she did for her. Sure, Nayeon couldn’t just fuck the anorexia out of her, couldn’t just kiss the problems that came with it away. But it was enough to just have her there. It made her chest ache in such a sweet way. She never knew anyone could make pain feel that good until she met Nayeon all those years ago. So much had changed since then, but that ache, that longing, that love never went away.

Jeongyeon took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Something had clicked back into place.

“I love you.” Was all she could say.

——

After some begging, and Nayeon arguing back that this entire thing was supposed to be about her, she managed to convince the older girl to ride her face. It was a bit difficult given the angle, Nayeon hunched over on top of her, her hands braced against the window to keep herself up, but it was still so nice. Jeongyeon just wanted to taste her- to have her mouth on her, in some way. It felt nice to use it, to have something in it, even if that something was Nayeon’s clit. Whatever worked.

As soon as Nayeon finished, she pulled the younger girl up into another kiss, long and gentle and soft, just enjoying each other’s presence. Neither of them had any idea how late it was, having cut the car off before they crawled into the back seat to save gas and leaving their phones up in the front. But they weren’t in a rush. They didn’t have classes the next day, anyways. And neither of them really wanted to go just yet.

At least, until Jeongyeon’s stomach growled. She was at the point of feeling lightheaded, not having eaten anything in well over a day. Nayeon didn’t scold her about it, didn’t make a comment about any of it, really. She knew better than to do that. Instead, she asked to drive back, to give Jeongyeon a break. And Jeongyeon agreed.

After Jeongyeon awkwardly helped Nayeon get dressed again, and some play fighting, and kissing a little more, they both crawled back into the front seats. By the time they got situated and checked their phones, it was 20 minutes past midnight. They were about an hour away from campus, and probably had overstayed their welcome in that parking lot about an hour before. They drove back in near silence again, the only sounds being the low whir of Jeongyeon’s car and the radio softly playing, Nayeon occasionally humming along to the songs as she drove.

Jeongyeon had just started to drift off when the car came to a stop. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, rubbing them a bit before taking in their surroundings. They were on the outskirts of the city, in the parking lot of a 7/11.

“Hey there.” Nayeon said, getting her attention. “I really wanted some ice cream, maybe some other snacks. Do you want to come in and get some with me?”

Jeongyeon looked at her, still half asleep. She considered what she was asking, and for a moment, it crawled back. She could feel the creature that screamed at her to say “no” clawing at her stomach, the heaviness of it resting on directly on her shoulders.

But when Nayeon smiled at her- that adorable, toothy smile that she cherished more than anything else, it went right away. She nodded.

“Sure. I could go for some kimbap, actually.”

[teacupwrites]

As Above, So Below

Before this starts, let me establish a few things so the story is easier to understand. Y/n is kind of an Overlord? She’s a deer demon, though I can’t decide between a Reeve’s muntjac and a reindeer.

This is just an experiment to see if people would be interested in this, I just rlly liked the concept. And if you do like this and want more, do tell me! I love hearing feedback on my stories.

That’s all! Enjoy the story!

Yours Truly, Blood x

Part 1 Part 2

Overlords. Sinners rising up to power in a way only few could do. There were plenty littered across Hell. The three Vees, Carmilla Carmine, Zestial, Alastor, Missi ZIlla, Rosie. All of them hovering above other sinners knowing they could kill with ease.

Until that same sinner revived later, of course. No one could die in hell, unless wielded by an angelic weapon. Of course though, not everyone owned Angelic Steel, and not everyone was going to be quick to use their precious buys.

When you died, you were…kind of an Overlord? When you first arrived in Hell, you panicked, and ran and fled until you ran into your father. He greeted you with open arms, introducing you to all of his friends.

You were one of the few people Alastor genuinely cared about. 

When you were alive, you were all he cared for. His wife died when you were born, ascending into heaven peacefully. The cannibal taught you everything, how to cook, how to sing, how to dance, how to play each instrument he knew.

When you turned eighteen, he confessed to you his sins, his murders, every little bad thing he did. The man wanted badly for you to pick your own destiny, and be able to choose to join your mother in heaven.

But you refused. You loved your father so, and took after him. You aided in few killings, though mostly you took his hunts and made them into beautiful dishes you sold to unaware guests.

Cooking was always one of your biggest talents, as well as writing. And when Alastor introduced you to the hotel, you had offered to be the one to help with advertisement and to cook for the guests.

In which there was none, but you never spoke about that.

When your father found you, it took him a while to let the others know you existed. The first friend of Alastor’s you met was Rosie, the cannibal Overlord. 

She was basically an aunt to you, someone to step in as your mother despite your father having no romantic desires anymore. She taught the cello, and introduced you to the different ways that demon meat was cooked compared to humans.

Then Nifty, who was basically your little sister. She was crazy, but sweet, and always spoke fondly of you whenever you hung out with her. Though sometimes it was frightening to suddenly walk in and have her all over you. But you still loved her.

Then finally, Husker. The grumpy bartender. The first time you met him, he was forced to babysit you whilst your father left for an Overlord meeting, and Satan did he ignore you.

But eventually, your pokes, prods, and pleads managed to break down his walls, and he cared for you like you were his own, despite you being a fully grown adult. 

And after about seven years of being in Hell, he allowed you to speak to the hotel. At first, they were extremely suspicious of you and your potential powers, though with one, simple action, you gained their trust.

It was a night out, when Vaggie and Charlie went up to speak to heaven, and everyone but Alastor was going out. He trusted you, and allowed you to go and keep a close eye on the group to make sure they didn’t get too wasted.

Though when Angel got tangled up with Valentino, you snapped. Angel was like a younger brother to you, he was fragile, kind, and sweet. And when you saw pink chains clutched to his wrist you wanted nothing more than to rip that moth’s vocal chords out.

Your antlers grew, your eyes grew a staticy red, your claws sharpened, as well as your teeth. When you hovered behind Angel, there was a ring formed around you by guests who stared in horror.

That night, Valentino learned a very valuable lesson, as did everyone else in the club.

Don’t mess with the daughter of the radio.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“I swear toots! I told you I’m fine!” Angel protested, pushing away at your prodding claws as you checked over him for any injuries. “He didn’t even touch me!”

You glowered down at him, ears pinned down to the top of your head as you continued to look over him despite his insistence.

“That rancid pest had chains on you,” you hissed, finally leaning back with your hands propped up on your hips. “That moth is lucky I didn’t rip his wings off of his back.”

Angel gave a thankful smile, using his facial expressions rather than words to show his gratitude.

“Fine, fine,” you sighed, finally turning away and leaving him alone. “I should probably make dinner.”

With that you pranced over to the kitchen that your father brought out of thin air with a snap of his fingers, claiming to a protesting Vaggie that at the time you were to be trusted with making them food.

“Seriously though,” you began, grabbing your cookbook and flicking through the thick pages. “If you need anything, you know I could overpower Valentino. Even if I’m not the biggest fan of conflicts I will not hesitate to help.”

Grabbing a wooden spoon, you gestured with it as you glanced over to Angel who wobbled over to the couch like a recently born fawn.

“Don’t get yourself involved with him,” he replied, plopping down onto the seat with a heavy sigh. “I don’t need you to get the Vees on you just because of some stupid mistake I made.”

You hummed in reply, though decided not to argue further. Instead, you got to cooking, dishing up some pasta and beginning to pound in some pork. Despite needing to multitask, you handled it very well as you switched between stirring and then checking on the chicken.

“She’s gonna be on you for weeks,” Husk called from the bar, his tail swishing behind him. “Seriously, mama bear over there worried about Nifty for a week because she scraped her knee.”

You shot the bartender a glare, ears pinned back. But even with your intimidating glance, Husk knew very well you would never willingly bring harm to him. Despite being in hell, it wasn’t in your nature.

“Not true,” you replied, feeling your ears flick in amusement as you fixed up the lemon pasta. “She broke her leg, it wasn’t just a scrape.”

Before Husk could snap back a witty reply, there was a gush of wind that rolled through the hotel, causing everyone to look over. And standing there in the door way was a figure you recognized by heart.

“Papa,” you breathed, giving a joyous smile at the radio demon who strutted in with confidence. “Glad to see you home.”

Alastor immediately made his way over to you, glancing over the bubbling pot of pasta you continued to occasionally stir.

“Good evening, my little fawn,” he greeted, wrapping an arm around you in a warm embrace. “What is it you're brewing up tonight?”

“Lemon pasta and schnitzel,” you stated proudly, grabbing an oven mitt to pull out the carefully made pork, serving bits onto plates whilst flicking the oven off and sliding the pot of pasta off of the burner. “Wanted to make something different tonight.”

Alastor hummed in reply, patting your back once more with a charming grin.

Before the both of you could continue your conversation, the door slammed open once more. 

Everyone whipped around to see Vaggie and Charlie walk into the hotel, and as they did, you immediately knew something was off. However, you just tried to ignore it, quickly serving up a plate of both the lemon pasta and pork onto a plate, going over to Charlie with your signature smile.

“Good evening, Charlie!” you chirped, holding out the plate to her. “How was He-”

Before you could even try to offer her the plate, it was knocked from your hands, the contents falling onto the floor in a wet slop of once delicious food. Your ears pinned back, and static emitted from your overall figure as she trudged past you and upstairs.

But after a moment, you gained your composure, ears returning to their original stance as you looked down to the mess. But before you could lean down, Nifty was quick to dart over and wave you away as she offered to clean it up herself.

With a sigh, you accepted, and turned to Vaggie. Never before had you seen her so devastated, and heartbroken, so of course it had you confused.

“Something happened,” you stated, and she also brushed past you. “I’m guessing the meeting didn’t go well.”

“Not much of a surprise,” Alastor called from where he had sat himself at the dinner table, curling up his pasta with his fork.

You shot your father a quick glare, before whisking over to Vaggie once more. With a gentle, yet firm grip you turned her around, and guided her back to the table, sitting her down.

“I don’t care how upset you may be with Charlie, or how much you don’t trust me,” you began, having Niffy quickly serve her a dish of your cooking. “You both need to eat, and you will eat.”

You sighed, stepping away from Vaggie and getting both Niffty and Husk a plate, setting them down in their assigned seats before finally letting yourself eat as well. Though your natural instincts made you want to wait, wait till Charlie had her fill.

The silence that followed was deafening, with the air so thick with tension that it could be cut with a knife. The only sounds that sounded throughout the dining room was the soft clatter of forks against plates.

“What happened?” you inquired softly, breaking the awkward silence that sat across the table. “I’ve never seen Charlie so upset before…”

Vaggie paused, which was when you realized she hadn’t taken a single bite, only poking at her food every now and then. Her one yellow eyes trailed up to you, and she sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m an exterminator…I’m a fallen angel.”

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The upper levels of the studio, although luxurious and much more relaxing, always stunk. The stench of sex and sweat stuck to every wall, and it made Velvette cringe and curl up on the floor.

But when she had been scrolling through Sinstagram and saw stuff about Alastor, she couldn’t resist coming up to where Vox and Valentino were to tell him about it. 

It was no secret that Vox had an obsession with the radio demon, and to say it was bad was a bit of understatement. The TV headed Overlord had begun to ignore his business, his partner, but most importantly…his child.

Axial was a bit of an accident, and no one, not even Vox, knows how exactly he was made. He just kind of…popped out of nowhere. The Overlord heir was a lot more reserved than his father, but their powers were matched.

Velvette strutted into the main lobby of the upper levels, brushing off her skirt whilst wincing.

Upon the leather seats, there were the three of them, Valentino, Vox, and Axial. 

“Velvette,” Vox greeted charmingly, fixing up his slightly crooked top hat. “How are you this lovely evening?”

A devilish smile crossed the influencer’s lips, and she came forward, and quickly connected her phone to the TV. After powering it on, her phone screen was then cast to that of the TV.

The three Overlords turned to it, eyes glued to the screen a lot like a moth to a flame, which was ironic because of Valentino’s demon type- but that didn’t matter.

“Turns out not only is Alastor back in town,” Velvette began, grabbing the remote and scrolling down and pausing upon a picture that made Vox tense up, his digital gaze hardening. “But he also has brought along a daughter.”

Thanks to cameras and peeking eyes from other demons, social media was blowing up with Alastor’s little carbon copy. It was for sure his daughter, the same hair, same eyes, same ears, same style.

“He has a FuUucking daughter?!” Vox exclaimed, shooting up from his couch to gesture at the screen in disbelief, voice lagging out. 

Velvette smiled mischievously, standing back a few steps as she witnessed the baby man of an Overlord yell and screech at the TV like a bird with broken vocal cords. She even went out of her way to record the session.

And as she did so, she caught something in the corner of her eye. 

When she shifted her candy cane gaze over to Axial, she couldn’t help but silently study his expression. Unlike his father, his red and blue eyed gaze trained on the screen with features that showed curiosity, amazement, and…adoration.

Velvette grinned with malice, stopping the recording and jumping back onto Sinstagram with new motives in mind.

This is going to be very…very interesting

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i wanted to request a pedri one where him and the reader grew up in the same neighborhood & basically r like childhood friends but not rlly close but then their families meet again after yrs and he finds her attractive & maybe they do stuff🫣 (smut plz tysm)

This was interesting to write, thanks for the request, hope you like it💕 ( i kinda overlooked the part where they’re not that close but oh well )

warning:smut

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Pedri’s family was always close to yours. His and your parents were best friends which meant you and Pedri were close since birth. Not that you remember any of that. When Pedri started breaking trough football world, your whole family was very supportive of it. But that meant less time spent together,less gatherings, less seeing each other. When Pedri signed for Barcelona, you stayed in contact but of course that line of connection was getting paler.

Until recently when your parents informed you that Pedri will be at home for some time and you’ll have gatherings like you used to. The first meet was a bit akward, you both grown and matured, a weird tension could be felt whenever you interacted. And the fact you actually found Pedri hot wasn’t helping.

You were currently making barbeque in the backyard when your mom called you over “Can you take a look in the pantry if we have some of those brownies? Ask Pedro to help you, I think they’re on the higher shelves”

“Yeah like Pedri would help with his height” you jokingly said.

“Well he’s still taller than you!” Your mom yelled as you were heading towards the kitchen.

“Hey, can you help me out with something in the pantry?”

“Yeah, sure” he said, getting up from his spot.

The pantry was actually quite familiar to you. Your mom was obsessed with keeping things organized and in stock,so it was basically a room with hundreds of snacks,jars,pasta, what not. Pedri and you used to hide and play in it when you were younger.

“Remember when you were climbing here and pulled down the shelf with you?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

“Don’t remind me, mom wanted to KILL me” you said, looking for the brownies.

You spotted them in the corner, above the counter but your mom was right, they were on the highest shelf. You stood on your tippy toes, stretching your body in an attempt to reach the box but to no avail. Pedri was leaning against the wall, watching you with a smile. You turned your head around “Can you?”.

You were about to move and make space for him but instead you felt his body against yours. Pedri’s hand reached above your head, pushing you against the counter. His crotch was against your ass, one hand on the counter to balance himself, caging you in the process. Your breath hitched which,of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Pedri. He placed down the box, but didn’t move.

“What was that?”

You kept silent. Suddenly the shirt you were wearing became too tight and the pantry seemingly shrank. You felt Pedri’s gaze on you, but you were refusing to look up at him. He pressed himself into you even more, chukling to himself.

“You really think I didn’t notice the way you look at me?” he asked and you felt a hand snake to your waist. Your head now snapped at his direction.

“Pedri” you said, almost as a warning but the wet spot on your panties was definitely telling a different story.

“What? We shouldn’t do this?” He said, leaning in so close that you could feel each others breath.

“We shouldn’t” you said, looking straight into his eyes.

“Then why are your eyes begging me to kiss you?” he said, brushing his nose over yours. Your lips touched his for a brief second and that was enough for him to break the pale barrier between you. He spun you around so your back was against the counter. Your lips molded into each other and it felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. If it didn’t get you so turned on, you would almost feel gulity.

The kiss quickly escalated in a full make out session. You were moaning against each others mouth, Pedri’s hands were everywhere on your body. His finger unhooked the button on your shorts, disconnecting your lips to look you in the eyes. It was a silent question for approval and you nodded. His hand slipped in your panties, spreading your arousal on his finger. Pedri was still exploring your mouth when his fingers grazed your clit. You moaned against him, bucking your hips up, wanting more.

“Does it still feel wrong?” he mockingly asked against your lips, one finger prodding your entrance. You whimpered in his neck when he inserted a finger. He moved it in and out of you slowly, almost too slow, before adding another,making you moan his name. He took your hand that was on the counter, leading it to his erection that was straining against his shorts.

Your hand slipped in his underwear, grabbing his dick, making Pedri hiss while still moving his fingers. You pulled down his clothes, letting his cock free. Pedri felt you clench around him at the sight. Your thumb smeared the precum that was leaking from the tip.

“Don’t tease when you’re taking my fingers so nicely” he said, biting your bottom lip.

You started stroking him faster, both of you trying to keep pleasuring each other without letting the pleasure overtake. The possibility of being caught pumped adrenaline trough your veins. Pedri’s finger grazed your G spot

“Don’t stop please” you whined, feeling close. You continued stroking him but your movements became sloppy as Pedri sped up his fingers. The last push you needed were his fingers against your clit, moving in figure eights. Pedri leaned down to kiss your neck and you pulled on his hair, grinding your hips against his hand, riding out your high.

“Fuck, Pedri” you moaned, coating his fingers in your juices. He grabbed your neck lightly

“It’s only fair If I cum as well, don’t you think?” he said, alluding to his dick that was still in your hand, hot and begging for release.

You were still recovering from your orgasm but started stroking him. Pulling him in by his hair, your lips met once again. The kiss was sloppy, your tongue over his. Pedri moaned against your mouth

“Yes, just like that, I’m gonna cum”. He started bucking his hips up, fucking your hand. His head fell against your breasts and you nipped at the sensitive spot behind his ear, tipping him over the edge. His cum covered your hand, dripping down your fingers. He breathed heavy against you, recovering from the orgasm.

Pedri lifted his head up, looking at your eyes with a smug look on his face.

“I’ll fuck you next time then” he said, winking at you.

“How are you so sure there will be a next time?”

“We are just getting started cariño”

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