#embarassing...on the plus side i get what i wanted so!

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Stray Kids and specific things they adore about you

pairing: bf!ot8 x gn!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warning/s: none? not proofread and i feel like i literally can't english today so sorry if there are mistakes!

a/n: tried to keep the reader gender neutral, hope this is okay! just something short while i work on my longer fics, enjoy!🩷

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Chan:

He adores when you talk about something you're passionate about. He loves when you get so invested, eyes wide in excitement, your hands making all sort of gestures, your whole body vibrating with happiness. Chan just melts when he sees you like that and he just wants to grab you, hold you tight and never let go. He smile is always so big when you're so enthusiastic and he looks lovestruck. You notice the way his eyes shine and you start feeling a little shy, asking him if he's even listening to you. And ofcourse he is, he can recite back everything you just said because that's how attentive he is towards you.

Lee Know:

Minho loves watching you get unready. Whenever you come back home from a date or a hangout with your friends, he follows you with his eyes as you take your coat and shoes off. He loves your little sighs of relaxation whenever you peel off anything restricting. He watches you as you take off your make up and you get a little self-conscious and ask,

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"- he smirks.

"Like you're mesmerized or something."- you smirk back.

"I don't know what you're talking about."- he grins and you shake your head, getting back to your skincare routine.

You can see his cheeks becoming rosy, eyes squinty as he smiles behind you in the mirror and your heart skips a beat.

Changbin:

He loves looking at your hands while you cook. I know, very specific but I feel like he admires the delicacy and the love you put into making food for the both of you. The way your hands move and look while you do something mundane like cutting veggies, cleaning the meat or grinding spices, I can just imagine him forgetting to actually help you as he leans his chin on his hand and just looks at you sweetly. You don't even notice at first since you're concentrated on what you're doing but then you hear a very loud dreamy sigh and you look at your boyfriend. The way he's staring at your hands makes butterflies swarm in your stomach.

"Binnie?"

"Mhm?"

"The pasta?"- you point towards the stove, since you put him on pasta stirring duty earlier.

"Whoops!"- he jumps up making you chuckle as you pat his butt, the butterflies still making a mess inside your stomach.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin loves watching you sleep, not in a creepy way, but in a 'my love is finally getting the sleep they needs plus they looks beautiful while literally just existing'. He admires you so much, loves your features, every single one of them. Where you see an imperfection, he sees pure beauty. He's mapping out every single detail about you, imprinting it in his mind because his romantic soul wants to savour every moment he has next to you. Sometimes he takes his sketchbook out and draws you or paints you. If you start to stir awake, he's by your side immediately, his lips pressing sweet kisses all over your face and you smile, still half asleep.

Jisung:

He loves when you hum or whistle randomly while listening to music. You first start humming and then singing quietly and you don't even notice it. But Jisung always does and he thinks you're adorable when you get into it and you're not even aware. Your body moves ever so slightly, like you tap your foot, your head moves a little and your fingers play a fictional piano on any surface near you. Sometimes that surface is Jisung and he chuckles at your cuteness, breaking your trance.

"Sorry."- you mumble, your face warming up in embarassment.

"Don't be. We were just getting to the good part. Keep playing."- he smirks.

The initial embarassment wears off because a few moments later both of you can't sit still and a dance party ensues right there in your living room.

Felix:

Whenever you concentrate while you're reading or doing something. That something could be you getting lost in thoughts while you clean up, you just vibing and doing your thing, like a hobby you have or you concentrated on counting his freckles while you cuddle. You're oblivious to just how much he observes you without saying anything. That's how he remembers all of your little habits, your brows furrowing, nail between your teeth when you get to a particularly interesting part of your book. How you push your hair back when it gets in the way. You always lose all your scrunchies so he keeps one on his wrist the whole time and he watches you struggle a little just because your little sighs of frustration are cute to him before he comes up behind you and helps you tie your hair. You lean your head back and smile at him and he chuckles and kisses your forehead.

Seungmin:

Seungmin loves to see you shine. And by that I mean if you're extroverted or just around friends you can be extroverted with and you're talking to them, having fun, maybe even commanding the whole room just by telling a story and making everyone laugh, Seungmin will be at your side looking at you proudly. He's always proud of you and mesmerized by how easy it is for you to be in the spotlight like that. He also takes pride in the fact that you're his, this amazing witty person, the person making everyone's heads turn is his partner. That boosts his confidence so best be sure that he will show you just how proud he is to call you his when you come back home.

Jeongin:

Opposite of Minho, Jeongin loves watching you getting ready to go out. He'll offer to help brush your hair or help you style your outfit. Problem is, if you have a hard time deciding between a few outfits, your usually fashion expert of a boyfriend will have a hard time helping you because you just look so perfect to him, no matter what you're wearing. At this point, he's making you change outfits on purpose just so he can look at you more before you two go out. He loves helping you choose your jewelry and will always add something of his. Like a ring, bracelet, watch, necklace... Anything, he loves sharing with you. If you decide to also add a clothing item of his, he will be smitten by you and his face will probably be red because he's so excited about sharing his closet with you.

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg

[mayasikeu]

Hey! Could you do maybe a fic where reader and sunghoon are dating, reader is a soloist, fans know about them and support them, but sunghoon gets jealous and possessive when he watches her dance with her male dancer at award show, maybe a nfsw :) (English is not my first language so please don't mind my bad grammar) thank you!

You had been practicing your new choreography for weeks, excited for the upcoming performance. Sunghoon had always supported your passion for dancing and singing, admiring the way you always performed with grace and confidence. Both of your fans loved and adored your relationship, but unfortunately that wasn’t enough reassurance for Sunghoon as he would get jealous over the littlest things.

The night before the award show, you had decided to perform your choreography in the practice room for him.

The dance was definitely sensual as it was full of sneaky glances and suggestive movements. As you danced around the room, lost in the music, you imagined yourself on stage. But there was one part of the routine that you hadn't shared with Sunghoon until now.

A part where you had to dance with another man. It was just part of the act, a bit of playful interaction solely meant to entertain and hype up the crowd. As you mimicked the motions, you couldn’t help but notice Sunghoon’s jaw tightening as he watched.

"Who’s that part for?" he asked, trying to keep his tone nonchalant but failing miserably to mask the anger in his voice.

Your throat went dry. You turned to face him before gulping nervously. "Oh, that’s just part of the choreography," you replied, trying to brush it off. "It’s nothing serious, just a bit of fun."

His eyes blackened, the jealousy becoming more evident. "Fun? Dancing with another guy like that is fun for you?"

His fists clenched at his sides, the veins on his hands bulging aggressively. Possessiveness began firing in his eyes, making your heart race uncontrollably as you knew what was about to happen.

You stepped closer. "You know I don’t get to choose the gender of my dancers Sunghoon. Plus, it’s just for a performance, right? It doesn’t mean anything I swear." you said softly, hoping to calm him down with your quiet tone.

But Sunghoon couldn’t shake the image from his mind, the thought of your body so close to another man and being able to have his hands all over you. He pulled you closer, his grip fierce but gentle. "Show me," he said, "Show me how you dance with him."

He watched your every move as you began to dance again, the heat between you two rising with every step you took.

When you moved to spin away, his hand extended out, catching your wrist and pulling your back against his chest swiftly. "No," he whispered, his voice a rough growl in your ear. "You don’t get to dance with him. You’re mine."

“But Sunghoon—“

He pinned you against the mirror as he relaxed his other hand onto your waist.

His lips brushing against your ear before trailing down to the flesh on your neck. "Let me show you who you really belong to." he hummed, the warmth of his breath radiating onto you.

“Could he ever fuck you as good as I do?” Sunghoon asked, his tone deepened as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. “I bet his dick wouldn’t be able to satisfy you like mine does.”

Sunghoon turned you around again, but this time with more force. “W-what are you doing?”

“I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you.” he groaned, rubbing his hard bulge against the softness of your ass.

“S-sunghoon” you whimpered softly, all of your frustration towards him melting away as you felt his erection pressed in between your cheeks.

“Yes princess?” he teased, grabbing you by the neck to make you face your reflection in the mirror as soon as you tried to look away in embarassment. “S-stop it, we can’t do this right now” you stuttered.

“Let’s see if you’re still thinking about him when I’m done with you.” he smirked. He began kissing you, exploring your mouth and smudging all of the lipgloss you had on.

He impatiently stripped you naked before undressing himself.

There was no more talking after that. You both communicated in moans and heavy breaths. His hands touching you everywhere, as if he was claiming his territory. You could feel the jealousy in every touch, every kiss. He was desperate in the way he held you, as if he needed to prove something, not just to you but to himself.

And you let him. You loved him like this, wild and possessive, showing you with every thrust that you were his and only his no matter what.

When you finally fell apart, breathless and still tangled in each other’s grip, the tension in the air had completely disappeared. He pulled you closer, his desire now replaced by a deep and satisfied contentment as he held you closely, skin against skin.

“Mine,” he murmured again, this time softer, as if he needed to remind himself.

[highdefhoetry]

"You like this, don't you?"

cw: female reader, use of the term "princess", hand kink, light choking, fingering, finger sucking, voice kink, tickling, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, creampie, light cnc vibes, light humiliation, aftercare, gojo satoru being a menace

summary: gojo discovers all of your kinks and uses them against you.

a/n: once again i have nothing to say for myself & i urge you not to look at me skfejhddsjd. if anyone needs me i will be spiraling into degeneracy

Satoru discovered most of your kinks pretty quickly. He knew you had a thing for hands when he observed the way you always played with his fingers, running your soft hands against his calloused ones, admiring the shape and size. You made it quite obvious, and he made sure to tease you about it as often as he could. He loved wrapping them around your throat as he fingerfucked you, curling his large fingers while he pumped them in and out of your slick hole. He liked tasting you afterwards, often licking your juices off with a twisted smile, but sometimes he’d stick them in your mouth and force you to suck him off instead. You always complied without protest.

He also noticed the way you’d react when he said certain things or used a different tone. He could fluster you with a small threat, embarass you by teasing in a sing songy voice, get you wet just by praising you, talking about how tight your pretty little pussy was, saying how good it felt to be inside you. He laughed whenever he’d see you go all wide eyed and trip over your words, bragging about how easy it was to get under your skin. A few simple words, and you were putty in his hands. He loved having this power over you and took note of the phrases that seemed to get to you the most, using them as often as he could whenever he wanted to mess with you.

But then he discovers that kink. And when he did, he made you regret ever letting him find out.

It starts off as a silly argument. You had eaten the last of the mochi, and when he sees that the matcha flavored sweet he had been saving was gone, he pounces on you and pins you to the couch. Your punishment? Five minutes of tickle torture. He holds your arms down and tickles everywhere his hand can reach while you scream for mercy. Your sides, your stomach, your underarms, your neck. You’re laughing so much you can barely speak, and despite how much you struggle you can’t shake him off. He’s too damn strong, plus he’s got his size to his advantage. You feel two inches tall as he leers over you, his entire body practically swallowing you whole. He giggles wildly as he continues his tickle attack, then he teases you to hell and back to make you laugh even harder. It’s as if he’s getting some sort of sick pleasure out of watching you struggle and thrash beneath him, knowing he has the power to torment you as long as he pleases. And those cocky little comments of his keep making it worse.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it? Oh well. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

“You cryin’? Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“So you’re weak here… and here? I’ll have to remember this.”

“You’re squirming around so much. It’s turning me on.”

It’s pure hell. And he shows you no mercy. When he finally lets you go, your energy is spent and you can’t even muster a comeback. He drags his fingers down your inner thighs, feeling worked up after seeing you in this state. He’s ready to take you in and claim you as his once more.

That’s when he sees it. The wet spot in your panties, so soaked it’s almost like you’ve peed yourself. He pauses for a moment as a smirk creeps up his face. The realization has finally dawned on him. 

“Wait a minute. You like this, don’t you?”

You don’t have time to protest. He yanks your panties down, nearly ripping them off your legs. He takes his own pants off even quicker, freeing his large cock from the confining black boxers beneath. He takes your thighs in both hands and spreads them wide, pressing the tip against your wet hole. Then, after he shoves himself inside and gives you long, deep strokes, he clamps his hands around your ribcage and digs in.

"I see. My little princess likes being tickled. How cute."

You feel his cock pulse inside you when you start to struggle, your desperate squirming getting him harder. Your hands grasp his wrists, trying with all their might to push him off, but it’s no use. You’re helpless as he tickles the hell out of you, causing you to alternate between frantic giggles and loud moans. He has this crazed grin on his face that makes him look feral, like he’s lost all control and succumbed to his primal urges. The more he tickles, the more you struggle, the harder and faster he goes. Your walls clench around his thick shaft and you throw back your head, an earth shattering orgasm erupting through your body, making you cum so hard that you see stars and colors outside the spectrum. 

That doesn’t make him stop, though. Your nerves are on fire, even more so than before thanks to how hard he’s made you cum. His tickling feels more intense, his expert fingers seek out every sensitive area and linger in the worst spots. He finds a bad one on your lower belly and tickles there until you’re in tears and begging him to stop. He ignores you as usual, grinning wider as he watches you suffer.

After a while, you sense that he’s about to cum. Thank god, because you can’t take any more of this. His thrusts become rapid and frenzied until he finally bursts, filling you with warmth while his cum shoots into your hole. When it starts to drip out, he fucks it back into you, then savors the last of your sweet moans. The tickling ends, and you’re finally allowed some respite.

He cradles your cheeks and wipes the tears off with his thumbs, then kisses you deeply and softly. When you’ve caught your breath, he gives you the glass of water on the nightstand and holds you in his arms until you’ve finished drinking. And as the two of you lay there in one another's embrace, his lips brush against your ear and whisper things that spread goosebumps across your skin.

“So, being tickled turns you on?”

You nod quietly, too embarrassed to speak.

“What an odd little kink," he teases, pulling you closer into his chest. "Well, now that I know your weakness, I won’t have any mercy on you.”

Your clit throb as his words flutter in your ears, a mix of regret and excitement swirling in the pit of your stomach.

[l13]

Hi!! Would you be willing to write something about reader that’s obsessed with peter b parker’s tummy? like how he lets reader indulge in that obsession, teasing reader for how just having their face in his belly drives them wild :) a hot ending would be great toooo

sorry this kinda turned into the reader teasing peter insteadD:

cw : NSFW 18+, MINORS DNI, gn!reader, mostly fluff, established relationship, kinda sub!peter? he's whiny in this, like one mention of body hair, hints at smut but there's none:c, thick/dad bod(whatever you wanna call it)!peter appreciation<;33

Peter breathes out your name softly, and you glance up at him to find that he's covering his flushed face with an arm over his eyes, “Cut it out already,” he scolds but there's no strictness behind his tone. “I'm running late.”

“One more minute,” you say, and Peter knows you're lying but he can't bring himself to say anything when he feels you touching and squeezing his plump sides. He raises his arm a bit to peek down at you and holds his breath as you run your fingers from his bellybutton down, down to the waistband of his sweatpants, following the trail of his fuzzy hairs.

Peter bites his lip and runs both hands through his hair. He's so overwhelmed by you showering him with affection that he doesn't know what to do with himself. “You're so obsessed, it's kind of embarassing to be honest..” is what he chooses to say, his voice cracking slightly and he cringes. His heart swells when you huff out a laugh and nod, so much so that he feels it thumping in his throat.

“Promise you're never gonna get rid of your tummy? Please? 's so pretty, Peter.. can't get enough,” you talk with your cheek pressed against his belly, your words getting muffled as you turn to lay kisses across his chubby skin. Peter whines, his hips jumping up involuntarily. “M not gonna.. just... stop feeling me up or else I won't be able to go anywhere,”

You grin up at him and say, “That's fine with me,”. Your voice is dripping pure sin and it makes Peter want to scream and start running around like a maniac.

“That's fine with- Miguel will kill me if I don't show up, d'you want me dead or somethin'?”

“It's just a meeting, Peter..” you coo, shimmying your body down to straddle his thighs, humming when you spot the outline of his dick underneath those stupid grey sweatpants that he loved. They did look good on him... but the fact that he refused to put on underwear each time he wore them, knowing that it drove you insane, was absolutely evil.

You let your hand fall on his bulge, hearing him inhale sharply, and you bit your lip to try and stop yourself from smiling as you ran your hand up and down his length over the material, “Plus I'm gonna treat you so well if you stay.. I swear, baby.”

“God, you're such a -Oh fuck.. please...” Peter stutters when you bend down to bite at his chubby tummy softly, giving the skin a kiss right after.

“Please what?”

“Want your mouth on me so bad.. c'mon, I'll do anything-”

“Good boy,”

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[messylustt]

Hey! Could you maybe write a little something where the reader takes care of Ethan because he begins to come down with a really bad cold? Poor love is all sniffly and sneezy, so the reader just wants to smother him with affection during this time <3

this is so cute

✫ ;: .. TISSUES / ethan landry

kissing; this is pure fluff; established relationship

You knock on Chad and Ethan’s dorm. You had been worried all day, Ethan's text having been vague in his reasoning for not making it to class.

Chad opens the door, smiling upon seeing you. "Y/n!"

You smile, though it soon drops as you speak. "Is Ethan here?"

Chad's brows furrow. "Oh, he didn't text you?"

Now its your turn to furrow your brows. "About what?"

Then Chad breaks into a small chuckle, shaking his head. "God."

"What?" You ask, growing more worried.

Chad steps aside. "He's just in his room."

You narrow your eyes on Chad and his strange behaviour. You pass him, quickly making your way to Ethan's bedroom door. You knock. In response you hear Ethan mumble something before speaking louder. "Chad, please fuck off."

You glance back at Chad. "Did you do something?"

Chad raised his hands, proving his innocence. "He's just being a wimp. I don't know why he's so embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" You again question.

Chad gestures to the door, telling you to just go in, before he wanders somewhere else in the dorm. You grab the handle, twisting and pushing.

"Seriously, Chad—" Ethan pauses, seeing you standing in the doorway. He stares at you, his cheeks pinkening, but as you take in his appearance you notice just how red they were before. You then notice the tissues scattered in a pile on the floor.

Your face softens as you realise. Ethan's sick. You rush over, shutting the door, as you toss your bag to the side. You place the back of your hand against Ethan's forehead. "Shit, your extremely hot."

"No you are." He joked, trying to make the creases on your forehead smooth out, before a cough followed.

"Oh, Ethan." You softly chuckle, taking a seat on the bed, your hand moving to touch his red hot cheeks. He sniffled, turning away.

Now you realise why Chad had said embarrassed. "Ethan, why are you so embarrassed? You should have texted me. I would have come over."

"Because thats what I didn't want to happen." He mutters.

"You have nothing to be embarassed about." You say, taking out your bottle of water from your bag. "Everyone gets sick."

"Yeah, but i look..." He sneezes, having quickly grabbed a tissue from the nearly empty box on his bedside table.

You hand him your bottle of water after he had taken the tissue away. "Plus I don't want you to get sick." He says, eyes slightly widening as if just realising this, as he tries to move farther away from you.

"Ethan." You stop him, placing your hand over his. "I don't care how you look when your sick. In fact your red nose is kinda cute, actually." You smile before turning more solemn. "But I don't want you to be sick. So, next time text me, and let me help you. No room for emarrassment. Alright?" You say sternly.

Ethan hesitates as he again turns his head away. You sigh. "I'll kiss you." You threaten to which he whips his head back.

"That's not a great threat." He says, his eyes dropping to your lips.

"I thought you didn't wanna get me sick?" You question, grabbing the end of the woolen blanket, placing it better over his body.

"Well, if I get a kiss I think it'd be worth it." He smiles, a cute tilt to his head.

You fake feeling offended as you go to stand up. Ethan quickly grabs your hand keeping you next to him. "I won't kiss you. I won't." He says quickly, looking desperate for you not to leave.

A smile edges your lips. "Good." You say, before leaning slightly closer. "Because you can get one when your better if you let me help you, and if you tell me next time."

Ethan slowly nods. "Alright."

Your smile widens, squeezing his hand before you stand. "Where are you going?" Ethan quicky asks, his hand quickly having glued to yours.

"Just to get a hot cloth. I'll be back." You say, getting out of his hold and walking towards the connected bathroom.

You soon walk back with a heated cloth to see that Ethan has placed all the tissues that had previously scattered the floor into a small plastic bag.

"You didn't have to do that." You say, laying him back down as you press the hot compress on his forehead.

His nose scrunches up. "Yes I did. It's disgusting."

"It's normal." You correct. "And remember I really don't care."

Ethan slowly nods, as a large smile forms on his face. He stares at you as you press the cloth against his forehead, brows creased in concentration. He didn't know what he did to deserve you. You'd always been there when he needed or even just when he wanted. You'd always helped in, with whatever. And now he couldnt look away from your pretty face as you took care of him.

When it got late and you had planned to leave, Ethan grabbed your wrist. "Can you...can you stay?" His question was followed by a cough.

You nod. "Of course."

Soon Ethan managed to drift off with your hand tightely held in his own.

. . .

When Ethan awoke he saw you slumped in a chair, knocked out, your hand still holding on to his. He quickly sat up, noticing his lack of a headache, but also the fact that you had slept there the entire night.

His brows furrowed in annoyance at himself for not letting you sleep somewhere more comfortable. In his sick state he hadn't noticed that you sat in a seat when he was drifting to sleep.

He looked down at your interwined hand, a smile forming, as he rubbed his thumb over your soft skin. You were too good to him. He was thankful that his nose had cleared along with his head, because now he could kiss you. And as he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, he felt you stir.

You slowly blinked awake, stretching, but pausing when you felt Ethan's grip followed by a soft kiss to your wrist. You looked at him to see he'd sat up, colour back to his cheeks and his nose no longer red.

You smiled realising he wasn't sick anymore. You meet his gaze, and saw every emotion swirling within, making your breath hitch. Ethan grinned before pulling you towards him by your hand making you gasp. You land against his body, as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Ethan." You chuckle, as he quickly kisses you neck and jaw before hovering over your lips. "I get a kiss don't I?"

You purse your lips, hiding your amused smile. "I said one. You've already had...i don't know…four."

Ethan's smile grows larger. "Oh, I thought when you said kiss. You meant plural." In his own response, he kisses your lips, slightly knocking your head back, as he carefully sucks on your bottom lip.

Your hand leads to his hair, as he slips his hands to grab your thighs, spreading them over his lap. You place your hand on his chest, breaking the kiss. Ethan frowns, following your lips. "Hey, I've been sick."

"Exactly. It might not be completely out of your system."

He tries to lean in again, but you manage to get off his lap, holding your hands out with a smile on your face. "We can't be late." You say regarding uni. Ethan groans.

"But we get to continue after?" He asks, standing and walking up to you.

"Maybe." You mutter, teasing him, before you grab your bag, patting down your hair, as you walk out of his room.

"Maybe?!" He's in disbelief.

"Get dressed." You call back with chuckle. Both your faces have an immovable smile present. And it lasts for the rest of the day.

I have like no fluff on my blog, so I made this somewhat tooth-rotting

kisses, holly

[littlestarbigsky]

anotha fic to add to my ponyboy with breathing problems series😚

pt. 1

pt. 2

(again, not a chapter fic but they all exist in the same worlds)

anyways here’s johnny helping pony with his asthma :)

"hey, curtis! get over here!" their teacher shouted, and johnny watched as ponyboy jogged over half-heartedly, doubling over on the sidelines to catch his breath. their teacher clapped him on the shoulder, motioning for him to go over to the bench before walking over to the rest of the class.

johnny sighed sadly, starting to wheel himself over to the bench. he knew pony wouldn't be able to run much anymore, at least not like he used to. the doctor had been perfectly clear that it wasn't safe for him anymore. it had been hard enough having to quit track, but wheezing like this in school was just embarassing for him.

they had been running benchmark tests in gym class, just to see where everyone should be placed. pony had always placed in the top of the class without even trying, but he'd recently been having problems with pushing himself too hard. and maybe he always pushed himself a little too far, only now it was pretty obvious how badly it was hurting him.

"you alright, pony?" johnny asked, his wheelchair skidding to a halt beside the bench.

pony didn't respond. if johnny didn't know better, he would have thought pony hadn't heard him at all with how quiet he spoke most of the time. but he did know better, and he knew full well that pony had heard him, he was just too caught up in his frustration and being angry with himself that he had ignored johnny.

johnny huffed, "you don't gotta ignore me, pony..."

again, pony stayed still, aside from his chest still heaving, trying to keep his breathing under control. now that johnny was so close to him, he could hear pony wheezing, and it made something in his chest clench. he had seen pony's asthma get bad before, but darry and soda had been there.

johnny reached over to one of the pockets hanging off the side of his wheelchair that two-bit's mama had made for him and fished around until he pulled out ponyboy's inhaler, which darry had made johnny promise he’d keep handy. they spent enough time together that everyone knew i couldn’t hurt.

"here, you're wheezin'," johnny nudged pony's arm with the inhaler, but pony just turned his head to look the other way, scrubbing a hand down his face.

johnny tried again, starting to worry but also losing his patience, "come on, pony, please. you're just gonna get worse if you don't use it. damn it, i'm no fan of how much we got goin' wrong with us either but we gotta do what we can. i know you're angry, but ignorin' me ain't gonna help much."

"i'm sorry..." pony's voice was so quiet, if johnny hadn't already been so close, there was no way he would have heard him.

both of their voices had gotten pretty quiet since the fire. the doctor said it had something to do with smoke inhalation, and johnny supposed that made sense, but it was still different. it was different not being able to hear pony’s loud, raucous laugh when two-bit messed with him. it was different that they had to pound on the table if they wanted to talk during dinner.

johnny sighed, beginning to regret yelling at pony, even though he had every reason to, "shoot, pony, you don't gotta be sorry. i just want you to take care of yourself, that's all."

pony nodded, and johnny didn't push for him to say anything else. he knew words and talking were sometimes harder after he had trouble breathing.

"plus," johnny continued, handing pony his inhaler, which he finally took. "darry and soda'll skin me if somethin' happens to you."

pony chuckled lightly before taking a puff from his inhaler, holding it for a few seconds, and then breathing out slowly.

"there ya go," johnny smiled, patting his shoulder while he took a few more steadying breaths.

their gym teacher jogged over a few minutes later, right after pony had taken his second puff, "you okay, curtis?" pony nodded. "and what about you, john, you doin' okay?"

"yeah, we're cool," johnny answered, not meeting his eyes.

"alright well listen, you two are free to go for this class, i'm gonna divide everyone up to play dodgeball, but if you want to just head to the cafeteria, that's fine, too."

johnny enjoyed school much more now that the teachers had to give him special attention. it was a nice change of pace for him, but his grades had gotten better since people had started to treat him like a person.

the teacher walked away, leaving them alone. johnny watched him leave before pony tuned to him and smiled.

"what do ya say we hop down to the dx and bug soda for a pepsi? he said last night that they're working on a t-bird today."

johnny nodded and started wheeling himself alongside pony.

[jongsigf]

Airport Dreams | Nishimura Riki

Synopsis: You are one of the top students of your university and you recieved a scholarship to a prestigious college of music in the states. You were really excited as this was a special scholarship given to very few gifted students across South Korea. It gave you a chance to make your dreams come true.

THEMES: Airport crush, fluff, Skinship

WARNING(S): pet names, (lmk if there are any more!!!)

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

[Author's Note:] Hope you all enjoy this sweet short story <3!!!

The airport bustled with conversations, suitcases rolling against the floor with the speakers beeping occasionally. You had your passport in one hand as you gripped your suitcase handle in the other and a duffel bag slung onto one shoulder.

This was it, you were finally going to the states to pursue your dream of becoming a producer for music. Excitement bubbled inside you, imaging all the cool things you would be able to explore in a new country, meet new people, eat so many new foods. But you also had this sinking feeling of having to leave your family behind. It was the first time you would be travelling alone. But you had to put on a brave face.

You straighted up your back, letting out a determined exhale. "I can do this. Anxiety shall not-" but the second you were about to step further into the airport while motivating yourself in your head. Your foot slipped on ground as you landed flat on your butt.

You groaned as you hit the ground, your eyes falling onto the bright yellow 'Wet Floor' sign which was well in view yet you had missed. "Great, just how I wanted this to go." You sighed pushing yourself back up to your feet and dusting yourself off. Scanning the place, hoping nobody had witnessed that embarassing moment.

You made your way to the luggage claim, following directions and weight checks. You watch as your pink pearly suitcase rolled away on the conveyors. You took a breath. Well there was no turning back now. You wouldn't see your suitcase for another 15 hours until you landed in New York.

You nodded a thank you as walked further into the airport to the security checks. You always had that small ounce of fear of being caught with something even though you make sure to follow the rules of what to bring.

Luckily, your fear was short-lived as you made it through just fine, carrying your duffel bag, passport and plane ticket. You then went in search of your gate. You looked down at the ticket in hand which had 'Gate 7' printed. There was still time before your flight and your stomach was growling with hunger. You decided to head over to the food court to eat.

As you entered the vibrant food court, a complete contrast to the cold and dull area of the secuirty checks, you looked around wondering what could fill your appetite. Airport food was fairly expensive but you had plenty of savings from summer jobs. That also reminded you that you hard to figure out how to get a job when you arrived at the states. Guess not everything can be fun and adventerous.

As your eyes scanned the food outlets, your eyes landed on a tall guy. He was at the Sushi outlet speaking to the cashier over the counter, even from so far he looked so tall compared to the people around him which made him stand out, plus his unqiue sense of style.

He had jet black fluffy hair which trailed down to his nape, mullet style with one side bangs. He was wearing a simple white tank top with black jeans and a navy and orange jacket with sunglasses which were more than half way down his nose, showing off his sharp, elegant gaze.

The thought of food had completely vanished from your brain. You stared in a daze as your eyes scanned the guy up and down. You were known to be a hopeless romantic and fall for almost any guy you saw, but this guy was different, cause man he was ethereal.

You stood still, frozen in your tracks as you kept your eyes on the guy. It was almost like he was moving in slow motion. He then thanked the cashier as she handed him a small bag of food and began walking in your direction. But you were so out of it as you watched his figure get closer and closer.

You finally then realised he was heading in your direction making you slight panic as your heart thumped even faster, yet you didn't move from your spot, keeping your eyes on every movement when he was just a feet away you suddenly inhaled sharply which came out as a gasp as your passport slipped out of your hand, the leather cover slapping on the ground as both you and the guy darted your head to the floor.

You raised your head again, noticing the guys gaze on your fallen passport before he glanced back up and you for a moment, then crouching to the ground, picking up your passport in his hand and getting back up holding it out to you. "Are you ok?"

His voice was as deep as the titantic boat horn. His accent was slightly off but so addictive. Like you could listen to it forever. "Y-yeah. Thanks." You said, trying your best not to stutter as he flashed a small grin nodding to you and beginning to walk off.

His smile sent butterflies down to your stomach. You watched him walk away. His broad shoulders and long torso back on display. You wanted to yell out and continue a conversation but your words were stuck in your throat as he slowly disappeared into the crowds.

You just sighed letting it go. It wasn't like you would ever likely see this guy again. You headed over to go get your food, with the thought of the guy still roaming your head. Making silly delusional scenarios in your mind, imagining to meet with him again and somehow ending up together.

Later on it was finally time to board your plane. You tread over to your number gate as you began boarding, heading to your seat. The aisles were crowded as some passengers has already settled into their seats while your eyes scanned the numbers of each seat row to find your seat.

Finally you made it to your row as you eyes settled on the three empty seats lined up on the right side of the plane. You had succesfully purchased the window seat which brought you a little relief after a whole day of worrying and overthinking, at least maybe the view could comfort you.

You looked up to your overhead cabin where you had to stuff in your duffel bag. There were a few other bags already placed inside, giving you little space to work with. You slid it off your shoulder gripping the bottom to lift it up but your height was definitely not helping, plus the weight of the dang duffel bag. You swore you didn't pack much.

You tried getting on your tippy toes but that was helping either. Here we go again, this was so embarrassing. "Do you need some help?" You heard a familiar deep voice as you shot your head in the direction to see that attractive guy from the airport looking at you with a gentle curious gaze.

"I-I-" You couldn't get words out from his unexpected apperance. You stood like an idiot, stuttering and struggling to speak as his expression didn't falter, waiting for your response. But even after ten seconds of trying to say something he spoke up. "Here, let me help." He took the bag from your grip, his fingers grazing yours as he effortlessly pushed the bag into the overhead cabin along with his small backpack, shutting it easily.

You looked at him almost amazed, your eyes scanned him up and down. He was much taller up close. You could practically feel his body heat radiating off him from the extreme proximity.

He let out a gruffy exhale as he lowered his arms looking down at you with a soft smile. "There we go."

"Thanks..." You managed to finally find your words, smiling back awkwardly. "No problem." His smile did not falter as he tilted his head slightly as scanning your face like he was analysing you. "You're the girl from earlier? The one who dropped her passport."

Your heart skipped a beat. He recognised you. Not that it had been such a long time after your previous encounter. "Yeah, that's me." You chuckled awkwardly scratching your nape.

"What a coincidence, guess we're gonna be plane buddies." His smile widened more as he gestured for you to go to your seat first. You nodded a silent thank you, easily slipping into your window seat but instead of sitting beside you he had taken the aisle seat, leaving you in slight disappointment.

"Well that's ashame, thought we could sit together, I would've liked to get to know you." His voice deep yet so soft and friendly.

You had to hide the blush forming on your cheeks as you just smiled back. "Yeah that's too bad. Maybe no one will come sit here-" But just as you finished your sentence a man had squished past the guy's long legs and settled into the seat between you two, covering your view of the guy. You sighed in disappointment as you just leaned back in your seat looking out of the window.

The plane then soon took off and you were in the sky. This was going to be a long 15 hour flight. You thought you could be able to talk to the cute guy after ending up in the same seat row but you had to have the worst luck to be just two seats away from your airport crush.

As the plane steadily flew, hours later. Flight attendants had started walking around with beverages to drink. You didn't feel like drinking anything so you didn't bother getting anything, but you could hear the man and cute guy ordering a few drinks of their own.

"I'll take a coffee thanks." The guy's deep voice almost echoed in your ears. It was so soothing and comforting like a melody on it's own. "I'll take a black coffee, I'm lactose intolerant." The man beside you also spoke though you didn't pay much attention.

Later on the guy was listening to his own music in his airpods, sipping on his coffee when he glanced at the man subtly who was reading one of the magazines and at his coffee cup when he got an idea. He cleared his throat before turning to the man. "Excuse me sir, I think one of the cabin crew was calling you down there. You might want to check it out"

The man looked at the guy curiously. "Oh really? I'll go see then." The man got up and left down the aisle. You felt movement beside you and watched the man walk off before the guy looked at you with a mischevious grin as you looked back at him with a confused and curious expression.

The guy proceeded to open the man's coffee cup that he had left, lifting the lid and pouring his own coffee in. Your eyes furrowed as the guy motioned you to stay quiet, pressing his slender finger to his plump lips.

The man then returned back to his seat looking a bit confused as he had gone and come back since no one had actually called him but just sat back down, reopening his magazine and sipping on his coffee.

After about five minutes. The man had finished his cup of coffee when he felt a weird feeling in his stomach gurgling. He pressed a hand to his lower stomach, getting more sick by the minute before suddenly standing up and rushing down the aisle into a bathroom.

You watched in more confusion, wondering what happened to the man but you heard a deep laugh coming from the cute guy. You glanced back at him as he shuffled into the man's seat beside you, making your heart race again.

"He's going to be in there for a while." He proudly smirked, getting comfortable in his new seat. "What did you do?" You asked glancing in the direction the man had dashed in.

"Put some milk in a lactose intolerent man's coffee~" His smirk only grew like he was bragging while your eyes widened. "What!?" You barely yelled in surprise.

"Relax, he won't die." he scoffed laughing while shaking his head. "Besides, he was keeping me from talking to a cute girl." Those two last words were more than enough to heat up your cheeks. A dark pink shade clearly visible.

"Oh? Did I make you flustered, princess?" He grinned staring right at you while you couldn't form words and just kept turning more and more red.

"So, may I know your name?" He asked, his gaze soft and expectant as he waited for your answer.

Your face cooled down a little from the change of topic but his words still rang loudly in your head. This was definitely a first. A major first. "I'm Lee Y/N..." You said softly, just above a whisper.

"Pretty name, I'm Nishimura Riki, nickname Ni-ki. But you can call me anything you want." He winked to get another reaction out of you. You felt like your were about to explode. This guy was bold for sure. But you kept calm and collected yourself.

"Nishimura Riki? Doesn't sound Korean." You furrowed your eyebrows a little waiting for his response.

"I'm Japanese, from Okayama." His smiled nodding. "I came to Korea as an exchange student." You were more intrigued when he said he was an exchange student. He didn't look much older than you anyways. "Exchange student?"

"Yeah, you look surprised. Do I look too old?" He chuckled deeply. "No, no, just a little surprised. Where are you headed?" You shook your head putting your hands up, hoping you didn't offend him.

"Why? You wanna come with me?" He smirked before chuckling. "I'm kidding, I'm headed to New York, I got a really cool scholarship to a music school."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "No way, me too" You smiled. What a conincidence. First this guy ends up on the same plane and seat row as you and now he's also going to New York for a scholarship?

"Really? Which college?" He asked, equally surprised at the conidence.

"New York College of Arts and Music." You answered, a wave of hope and nervousness passing through your body.

"Me too! I'm going for my 'Fine Arts of Dance' degree." He said, his smile widening even more.

"I'm going for song writing and music production" You added. You were so stunned at the amount of concidences that was happening with this guy.

"That's super cool. Guess you are going to come with me." He chuckled as you couldn't help but laugh along to. The inital nervousness fading as you got more comfortable.

Soon the plane had landed and you and Ni-Ki could not stop talking. He helped you get your bag down and even assisted you around before you both finally made it out of the airport. Breathing in the new fresh air of New York City.

"Ever been to the states before?" Ni-ki spoke up breaking the comfortable silence as the breeze picked up and thudded against your ears.

"No never. First time." You grinned glancing at him before turning your view and gazing at the tall skyscrapers with the sun shining from behind.

"Me too, why don't we explore together?" He spoke with a grin, his tone almost like he was hinting something else.

"Are you asking me on a date?" You smirked turning your gaze back to him as he had a mirrored experession as he shurgged. "Maybe I am. Would you come with me?"

"I wouldn't oppose" You responded calmly but inside you wanted to jump and scream and just kiss him already. He laced his hand with yours, your fingers interwining with his as he pulled you down the footpath to grab a taxi.

[boytoyhalo]

Your Selkie au is super compelling! Plus you are a very good writer. A question, will you ever go into more detail about Pac's previous captive situation? I'm very interested in how you will adapt Fuga's lore into your au. ( Specially bc of Cell and Cellbit stuff)

I'M SO SO SO LATE BUT IM USING FITPAC WEEK DAY 3 (WHICH IM ALSO LATE FOR) AS AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY, FINALLYYYYY GET THIS POSTED THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO'S AN ENJOYER OF THIS AU I PROMISE IT ISN'T ABANDONED IVE JUST BEEN IN AN END OF YEAR SLUMP

selkie au snippet #4 (i think) || T || slash (ambiguous) || @fitpacweek day 3 (belated its actually day 4) AU day!!!

read the rest of my posts about this au here

"Can I ask you somethin' personal?"

Pac paused, hand suspended halfway towards the checkerboard that was currently serving as him and Fit's way of passing the long hours up in the lamp room of the lighthouse. He kept his eyes on the round piece he was holding as he deliberated on how to answer, sure that if he met Fit's gaze his face would give away his nervousness; "personal" could mean a wide range of topics, most of which would spell disaster for Pac and his poorly constructed web of secrets. He slowly placed the piece in it's spot on the board, fighting to keep his voice even as he responded.

"Mmm, you can ask, yeah. I might not answer, but you can ask." Fit hummed bemusedly, absently flipping his own game piece between his fingers and he contemplated his next move.

"What happened to your leg?" Pac's breath caught in his throat, and Fit rushed to continue, "It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it, I get it. I just- I mean, you've probably figured out how I lost my arm, right?" Pac looked up at the familiar, mechanical clacking of the veteran's stiff wooden fingers flexing in and out of their open position, eyes involuntarily darting to the gnarled pink scarring that crawled from under his collar and up to the side of his head. He quickly returned his gaze to the board, face reddening a little in shame. Thankfully though, Fit seemed far from offended. "Heh, it's okay, I know. It's pretty obvious. And besides, you're a smart man. I'd be surprised if you hadn't assumed correctly. Me though - I'm just brawn, I don't have a whole lotta brainpower up in this thing." He knocked his fake knuckles lightly against his temple, a light smile on his face. "So if you are okay with me knowing, you're gonna need to tell me."

A small, nervous laugh bubbled it's way out of Pac's chest, his face properly flushed now in a mix of embarassment and flattery. "Don't - don't say that about yourself Fit, you're smart! Smarter than me, probably-" He cleared his throat, redirecting his focus to the topic at hand (ha.) "I can tell you, I don't mind. It's just a, it's a tough topic, you know? I need to get my head in the right place." Fit nodded easily like he understood, which Pac supposed he did at least somewhat.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." The selkie chuckled a bit, tracing the edges of the paneled glass walls that surrounded them as he considered the best way to talk around the subject; he knew, or at least had decided, that he owed it to Fit to give him some semblance of the truth. After all, they had been growing steadily closed for months now and yet Fit knew so little about his life. Which was out of necessity, or course, but his friend had been so kind and so patient with him, never demanding more information than he was given. Pac needed - no, he WANTED to let him in as much as he reasonably could. He deserved it.

"I..." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling himself to sort through the painful, tangled memories and hoping he would be able to hold himself together. He starts at the beginning, where he won't have to omit too much of the truth, though if anything that makes it harder to talk about. "Mike and I were on a merchant ship off the coast of São Paulo that was attacked by axis submarines a few years back." Fit winced sympathetically, patiently waiting for him to continue as he picked his next words. "We avoided the worst of the blast, but... Mike was in really bad condition, and I had to hang onto him with one arm and a piece of the wreck with the other while I waited for help to come. By the time someone found us, I was too tired and too um- too relieved to realize that we were being taken as prisoners and not as refugees."

It was all technically true so far, just with some important details omitted: like how they were only on the ship in the first place because their pelts were being imported as merchandise by a fisherman who believed himself to be incredibly lucky, and how they weren't taken as prisoners of war as Fit was no doubt assuming. Pac fails to suppress a shudder as he remembers the smug, taunting grin of the man that stood above him on the deck of his supposed refuge, two familiar seal pelts clutched in his meaty fists.

"I'm so sorry you went through that, Pac. You don't have to keep-" Pac cuts him off, already committed to opening up.

"No, I want to tell you. We," He clears his throat again, pushing down the memories of too-small tanks full of too-salty water, of needles and IV drips and white lab coats and pencils scratching on clipboards as he writhed in pain. "We woke up in some sort of facility, I'm not sure where exactly? I think the men who had us were European but that's all I remember, it's all blurry you know? And that's where we met Cellbit and Felps actually-" The image of frenzied black eyes claws its way to the front of his mind against his will, but he can't help a small smile at Fit's attentiveness as his eyebrows raise in intrigue, the checkerboard between them completely forgotten.

"Anyway, we were there for- months, I think. And long story short Cellbit ended up, um. He tried to- to eat my leg off?" It comes out sounding uncertain, Pac having realized there was no way to say it that wouldn't raise more questions. Sure enough, Fit's mouth drops open.

"Wait he- He tried to eat you?"

"Not- it wasn't- aaaaugh, he wasn't himself ok? They were- they were cruel to us, and they injected him with these drugs that made him all crazy and violent and they kinda just. Let him do it? It wasn't his fault, is what I'm saying." Fit looks disturbed, although significantly less so than Pac would expect from most people. He supposes bearing witness to the horrors of war would give you a higher tolerance to this sort of thing.

The thing is, it really wasn't Cellbit's fault. He had been there the longest of any of them, starved and beaten and forced through their cruel experiments since he had been a teenager. He was angry and desperate and hungry, and it was pure bad luck that Pac had happened to be the closest to him when the "researchers" had decided to test the effects of whatever combination of steroids they had injected him with. The ghost of his leg twinges in pain as it remembers the feeling of sharp teeth tearing through it's flesh.

"Wait so did Cellbit..." Fit hesitates, like he can't quite put together what he means to ask. "So he, bit your leg off? but how does that even-" He's interrupted by Pac giggling, and after a moment he joins in quietly with a confused laugh of his own.

"No, no he- he just did enough damage that the sci- that the jailers had to amputate it. And it wasn't that bad honestly, I mean, they weren't kind enough to knock me out before they started sawing but at least I didn't die!" His amusement at Fit's horrified reaction to his nonchalance almost drowns out the echoes of grief that his heart sounds for one of his fellow prisoners who hadn't been so lucky. Pac puts on a wide grin, forcing himself to perk up from his slumped posture. "So anyway, that's the story! Pretty cool don't you think?" Fit sputters a shocked laugh.

"Pretty- Yeah, sure, Pac. That's- *cough*- that's cool, yeah." It's a joke, obviously, but warmth washes over him anyway at the way that Fit lets him control the weight of the conversation like always. He wouldn't be able to handle trying to talk about his past seriously, and he's grateful to whatever higher power may or may not exist for bringing him Fit, who not only cares but understands despite being a human, and who always without fail meets him wherever he needs to be at. Pac doesn't know what he did to deserve a friend like him. "So, okay," Fit's voice snaps him out of the appreciative haze he had fallen into. "How did you guys get out? Were you released, or rescued, or..." He trails off, eyes imploring him to go on. Pac feels his face light up at the opportunity to discuss his favorite part of the tale - the only part, he likes, really.

"Oh, you're not gonna believe it. It was Richas! He actually saved us!"

"What?" Fit exclaims in elated disbelief.

"Yeah! So ok - they were keeping him prisoner too, but he was just a baby, like a, a toddler right? And the guards that were assigned to him treated him like their own kid-" Minus the horrible inhumane experimentation, of course. "- and he somehow, he figured out how to use their sympathy to get them to tell him where they kept all their keys," - and all the pelts - "and then managed to convince them to let him play with us alone. So he came to me and Mike and told us, so we told him to steal us some guard uniforms and figure out where the breaker box was, and after some planning and waiting for the right time we were able to escape by having him shut off the power and filing out with the rest of the guards! Mike wanted it to just be the three of us but I told him we weren't leaving the others behind." For all the suffering they had been put through it had honestly been comically easy - the facility they were at was small and not well guarded, probably funded independently considering that if any powerful government had proof of the selkies' existence everyone including the scientists would have been in a much bigger mess - the world was already at war, Pac doubted anyone was eager to add another variable to the conflict.

Fit crosses his arms and sits back, nodding in amazement. "Huh, so little Richarlyson is a hero! That's crazy"

"What, you don't believe me?" Pac shouts in mock offense.

"No no no I believe you! That kid is a fighter, I know it. So you guys all just stuck together after that? What about Bagi and Forever?"

"Ah, so- Bagi and Cellbit, they're brothers, or uhm- they're brother and sister, yes? And Bagi had been searching for Cellbit since he was taken, and somehow she ended up at the place we were being kept just a few days after we escaped, and she was able to track us from there. She's crazy smart, Cellbit and her both are. And Forever," Well, truthfully, Forever had just swam up to their pod and started playing with Richas one day while they were searching for a new home, and then the two had become inseparable so he just... stuck around. But Pac wasn't sure how to spin that into something that sounded reasonable for a human family, so he just went with "Forever just showed up one day and wouldn't leave." Fit laughed again at that, and this time Pac laughed with him.

It felt unbelievably good to tell Fit about his story like this, even with parts of it changed. Still, he wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth of what he was - he almost did, right then and there, swayed by the sound if his laughter and the mirth in his eyes. But, he reminded himself, that had to be a family decision; it wasn't just his secrets at stake. It was all of them, and as much as he loved trusted Fit and would be happy to gamble his own safety on that trust, he wasn't willing to risk his whole family.

...But, it would be so much easier if he could just say the whole truth. He wonders if Fit would react with the same attentiveness and amazement he gave to Pac's storytelling.

The rest of the day passed with little more of note, mostly filled with idle chit chat and card games. As Fit tries to teach him how to play Kings on the Corners for the third time, Pac finds himself thinking about how much Fit was changing his life without even realizing. A few months ago, Pac had never wanted or even tolerated human company that wasn't absolutely necessary. But now, he couldn't imagine not having the veteran around to occupy his time. In fact, when Fit had taken his first two-week relief back on shore after two months of service, Pac had felt inescapably lonely even when surrounded by his pod. Not even Richas, who had also been upset over the Ramon's absence, had been able to completely cheer him up. And while Pac's always been somewhat fascinated by humans, and had enjoyed watching the previous lighthouse keepers as they went about their work, he had never found himself as interested by any of it as he does when it comes to Fit.

"What is it?" Fit's voice snaps him out of it yet again, cards abandoned as he looks at him curiously. "You're staring."

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing! Just thinking about Richas and Ramon - what do you think they're up to?"

"They should still be hanging out with Cellbit, right? They're probably doing puzzles or something." Fit looks at the clock over on the left side off the room. "It's almost six, Bad should be here soon to take over for the night. Do you want to go join them and I can catch up?"

"Um-" Pac flusters, face heating up slightly. He's not sure why the emotional exhaustion of talking about losing his leg is what's bringing all these revelations to his mind, but he can't seem to pull his thoughts away from how much he appreciates the man in front of him. Which.... "Yeah, I think I'll go find them now! I'll see you soon?" Fit nods.

"Sounds good, Pac. I'll see you in a little bit." With a nod back at him, Pac shuffles out the door and makes his way down the tower. Instead of going to find Cellbit and the children, however, he beelines straight to the rocks where his pelt is stashed and hastily wraps himself in it's familiar comfort, sliding into the water before his limbs have even finished morphing into flippers. Surely a nice, solo swim is what he needs to clear his head.

...If only he could take Fit with him.

[yakuzacanons]

hello i saw judgment asks were open and i audibly cheered for joy! could i get some yagami dating headcannons both sfw and nsfw please!! i love this man more than life itself please bless me up!!

YAGAMI TIME MY BELOVED finally let's give it up for my boy ( I am in love with him???)

For a guy who does detective work for a living, Yagami can be laughably dumb and awkward. This is actually super adorable to most people, although he thinks it's super embarassing.

Super good at hiding his hand, if that makes sense. He will not tip you off in any sense with even the slightest hint that he's into you. You will not be able to tell by looking so don't try.

Definitely more of an "actions speak louder than words" guy. If he likes you, then he's going to see you. That's that.

One of the better texters of all of the boys. Understands emojis and responds pretty quickly. Does not understand any memes to save his life. Send him animal pics though, he likes that.

Don't be afraid to blow up his phone! He's a busy boy so he might pass out without remembering to call you, but if you call him he will answer, even if he's very sleepy.

Speaking of sleep, he's either sleeping like a stone or the lightest of lightweights. Depending on whichever kind of sleep he got the night before, he will either be very energetic when he sees you or the softest boy.

Genuinely not picky or choosy about what kind of partner he has. Super open minded and not judgemental at all (despite the game's title). Amazingly easy to talk to, especially with anything you struggle with. Super dependent guy and very supportive.

What Yagami DOES show when he's into someone is an interest in facts. Where are you from? When's your birthday? What's your favorite color? What're you doing today? Man has questions, man needs answers.

A confession is 50/50, he kind of goes with the vibe. If he gets the feeling you'd want him to confess first, he'll go for it. Not super showy but he does have a slight flair for making the moment cute.

Winner of most handsome boyfriend award. Even when you two are going steady, it will take a long as time for you to not get tangled up in how charming he is. Shit, that might never wear off.

He's one of the more experienced boys with dates, less so with long term relationships though. He knows where to go, what to eat, what gifts to get, etc. Don't ask him about decorating an apartment. He don't know shit.

Everyone always assumes that Yagami is not a sexual guy because he's on the quiet side (plus he won't openly flirt like Kaito will with someone he likes). Ironic, given that between the two Yagami is the top (more on that later).

Slightly higher than average sex drive, but working long nights all by himself have given him an ungodly tolerance so if you're busy, he can wait. Normally, he'd just jack off but in a relationship, that energy gets pent up until the next time you guys fuck so... watch out.

Again, Yagami isn't a picky guy and is pretty open minded so if you've got kinks, he's not going to back down. He's seen so much weird shit from work in general that it's super hard to phase him. Maybe like no knife-play though? There IS a limit somewhere.

Noisy fuck. Moans like a motherfucker and sounds damn good while doing so. Typically can go a couple rounds, depends on how tired he is. Also, he loves kissing in pretty much every form.

Two important notes: he looks super angelic when he's sleeping, so if you wake up before him, be sure to take in the view. Second of all: pull. his. hair. Just do it. Trust me. It'll be music to your ears. You're welcome.

[fruitybashir]

hey hello 👋🏻 i'm sorry im very shy but i'm a huge fan of the holidate and dopamin (closer) was so fantastic and super hot and i was blushing the entire way through, i've reread it maybe five times by now, i'm sorry if that's weird 🫣

if you don't mind me asking, i'm curious about something? in the holidate and in dopamin, there's obvious hints at some of their kinks or preferences in bed (hair pulling, praise....) and i'm just wondering......can you say more about what kinks they're both into? what you envisioned for them? is there more we don't know about yet? i'm a bit embarassed to ask but i'm so curious

either way, i'm a big fan and i can't wait to see what you post next and have a nice day/night bye bye 💌💕

omg hiiiii <3333 dont be embarassed omg i loveeee when people tell me they reread my stuff, thats how i know it actually was good!!! 🫶🏻💖💖💖

and sure i can talk about it! its nothing super exciting tbh but i do have a certain set of kinks/preferences/likes whatever you wanna call it for each of them, im gonna put it under the cut as per usual in case it gets long.

edit yeah this is getting super long. sorry. dont ask me to yap, i will not stop.

starting with kris:

the very obvious: hair pulling. i think that was made pretty clear lmao. in a non-sexual context he looooves having his hair played with, someone just running their fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at the scalp, playing with a strand or two, anything at all gives him very pleasant tingles and practically makes him putty in your hands. find that spot behind his ear like bojan did and his brain shuts off, you have now successfully tamed your kris, congrats.

in a sexual context that translates to him loving having his hair pulled, its a combination of him liking having his hair played with + liking a certain level of pain. and the combo of that really gets him off. obviously.

pain for kris is like. hes into some level of pain, like the hair pulling and he also likes biting sometimes. in dopamin thats bojan biting his butt, but i imagine sometimes when bojan takes his time exploring kris' body, he takes a bite here or there, kris' neck, the sides of his stomach, the inside of his thighs .. stuff like that and kris is also really into it then.

hes not into any bigger levels of pain other than that like he wouldnt like stuff like spanking etc although thats a combination of not liking that type of pain and not liking being in a submissive position

next point: he doesnt like being submissive. its both just a preference thing plus not liking loss of control. he loves being the one to order the other part around and be the one to kiiind of have the upper hand. im saying that a bit vaguely bc he also isnt really a dom, he wouldnt like a very strong dominant role, he just likes calling the shots and being in control of the situation. idk how to put it. ill come back to this later

hes freshly discovering that hes into feminization, as you can probably tell from that last upload lmao, and he likes it both in a non-sexual and in a sexual context. he likes feminine words of affection, being called pretty, likes thinking about how in certain perspectives and moments people might mistake him for a girl, and he could have shopped online for lingerie thats specifically made for men, and buy panties that actually had some space in the front, but he deliberately chose not to do that, he wanted it to be girls underwear. that was important.

holidate kris is definitely not fully cis, but also not really trans either i think, idk what to call it but yeah. he might be a little trans, hes having some thoughts and feelings and maybe ill let him explore that properly one day but basically he doesnt really know what to make of it yet or how to categorise it, but he knows he likes himself exactly the way he is and doesnt want to change anything. he also likes getting called girl-ish things and thinking about how people might mistake him for a girl sometimes. idk

other preferences uhhh he really likes sucking dick lmao, like he genuinely enjoys going down on bojan and it gets him all worked up as well. he just figured out he loves getting eaten out. he doesnt like bottoming and he also doesnt like getting fingered all that much. and the thing with that is that he likes having things in his ass, but he doesnt like the uhhh motion of it? having a dick in his ass is fine, having that dick thrust into him is a big no no. the lucky thing with bojan is that he has really short fingers so when hes fingering kris, hes focussing on kris's prostate and doesnt move around all that much so that is still something kris enjoys. on occasion. he also generally doesnt like coming more than once, bc he tends to be very sensitive after his first orgasm and the second one is often very overhelming and too much

moving on to bojan:

also fairly obvious: likes being manhandled, likes being told what to do, big on getting praised. he also loves servicing and making kris feel good, it genuinely gets him off when he can just worship kris a little.

bojan loves both receiving and giving oral but he really loves bottoming and coming on kris' fingers. he loves getting a little overstimulated like getting teased for a long time before getting any proper attention so by the time kris finally goes down on him or fucks him, bojan is already shaking with it and desperate. or in the way like in dopamin, literally not being able to fully calm down in between orgasms and still being super sensitive from the first one.

i think the praise thing is pretty self explanatory, he really loves getting praised for doing a good job when he follows kris' instructions, loves being called a good boy, loves when kris keeps telling him how good hes being in general, its a major thing for him

he loves getting fucked classic missionary or riding kris, they tried doggy once but he didnt like not being able to see kris and touch him. he loves watching kris' face when he comes and also before that, he just loves fucking face to face.

also he would love for kris to make real on his promise of fucking his tits, neither of them knows how that would work but bojan is heavily into the idea of it

as for both of them:

ive said it in dms earlier but basically like. theyre both still kind of vanilla with their kinks? like there is a dom/sub dynamic there but its a very mild one kinda.

like how in dopamin kris tells bojan hes gonna make him come on his fingers and then give him no break after, but later he still does give him a break and checks with bojan if hes still okay with it, if its too much etc. or how he keeps telling bojan to use his words, but always forgives him when bojan cant use his words or is too embarrassed to say what kris wants him to say. like theres never any real consequences.

and thats the thing with them: they are so in tune with each other and have a level of trust for each other that they never had with previous partners. bojan likes being bossed around but he wouldnt like if anyone was actually mean to him, hes not into humiliation or being actually punished for something.

kris knows when he says it that its all empty threats and he would never give bojan any real consequences, and bojan knows this as well, but he would also never intentionally misbehave bc he likes following commands.

they work so well together like that bc theyre both fully aware of what they and the other wants out of it, they know the others wishes and boundaries and limits etc, like there is just a level of trust and understanding between them like no other.

also theyre super in love. did i mention that. does that come across. thats not a kink thing but theyre just super mega in love and thats so important to me.

uhhhh i think thats basically all there is to them kink wise ✌🏼 sorry this got so long, oopsie

[v-67]

Finally watched part two of the Thousand year blood war arc : The separation

I'd been procrastinating w it because I wanted to watch it after it was fully released, the part two, but then I waited too long and yeah, i waited too long

And I finally watched it today

I had to watch the part one again because I didn't wanna play the guessing game about what's happening/etc, So I watched the whole thing again :3

....

The separation really separated us from Ichigo in this arc, didn't really get to see much of him.

But the battles, the soundtrack, the techniques, THE STORY, THE CONNECTION, THE ANIMATION, IT'S SO GOOOOD.

The mystery deepens about the connection between Yhwach and the soul King's relation.

Also the fight between the Squad zero and Yhwach and his sternritters, and Uryu (don't wanna count him w them tbh), THE FIGHT IS SO CRAZY GOOD🥹🥹🥹

Idk what Uryu is thinking but I sense a lot of plot twists in the future.

I swear I love watching Bleach. I can't wait for the next season to be released. And when it starts releasing, I'll have to wait again because I don't wanna watch episodes weekly(breaks down the rush I feel slightly)🥲

But seriously. The way it takes us on this unpredictable journey, it's crazy good.

The powers, the techniques, the portrayal of those techniques. Everything is so beautifully accurate, and so perfectly portrayed. LOVE it.

Also the BANKAI and the additional zones to them are 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Also also, I'm not okay with something happening to Hitsugaya🥲, Matsumoto, the musician guy (V cool Bankai), and Muguruma, I hope Kurotsuchi somehow heals them because in no way I'm ready for them to die.

Also it was so nice to see Urahara and Yoruichi🥹❤️ (I mean I know Urahara is there in every arc, and is a very crucial character, but it's just, I'm watching it after so long and it's so nice to see all of them, plus I didn't see Yoruichi throughout and she finally comes in the later episodes) and also Ukitake (I'm confused about the eye thing though, i don't remember that) (no one tell me, I'll figure out)

Also special mention to : Byakuya (loved the way he interacts with Rukia in the latest arc, love his Bankai), Rukia (she's so beautiful in that Bankai but that Bankai is dangerous fr), Renji (NICE, also when he gets complimented by that Sternritter about his pointy eyebrows and that he might have good taste, funny lol), Madarame, Ayasegawa (he got called fugly by that guy he killed in the ig and how he loses his temper again😭😭), Hirako (HIS BANKAI SO COOL, Ep 3), Kyoraku (I missed him), Zaraki( AHHHH I LOVE THIS GUY, his fight with the imagination guy was sooooo Cool), Akon (doing god's work in the tough times lol), Hisagi (the 69 guy, why they portray him so weak idk), Sajin(felt bad for him fr, but the Bankai was noiceeeee), Kon (for giving us those random snippets in the end, where they had to get undressed and Rukia can't help but get worried about Byakuya having to go through the same embarassment, cute lol, you know this means that Ichigo went through that too)

Also side note but I really like Nimaiya. He's so cool and unhinged and random. Is nice.

The only question I have honestly is why'd they dress up Orihime like this, like, it's just, weird. No hate, but what is this😭😭😭

Also, snippets of Ichigo because I've missed him soooooo much.

Ichigo blushing🤌☀️

[tokoyamisstuff]

gn! Reader | general NSFW warning | not proofread

Poor guy has to keep up with enhanced humans and literal monsters😭

But I think he's fairly skilled, especially with his hands...👀 plus he's a master at massage even without an ulterior motive hehe.

It's hard to define how religious he truly is. While he does believe in god, he sees the Vatican as means to his goal more than anything. But while he tends to keep the faith's rule to his will, due to his childhood trauma doing anything outside of wedlock is a no-go for him. Expect to be dragged in front of the altar before even thinking to get naughty, and even then he's adamant to always use protection.

I think if youre one oft the few if not the only person he truly cares about he's gonna be very clingy. Not upfront, not in a romantic way that would make him seem vulnerable, but he'd definetly tryna find excuses to keep you at his side.

Sex is his way of telling you things he's unable to put into words. That's also the reason he's very touchy and ready to sleep with you at any time. Years of loneliness made him needy and starved for affection, preferable the physical kind, since this kind of intimacy comes easier to him.

Let's be fr this guy is pathetic, I just know he cries afterwards. Hey, at least now you know how to get him to open up.

Is into cockwarming for similar reasons. It makes him feel as close as possible to you to be buried inside as if you were made just for him. Does it even without being in the mood, the sensation is just somewhat comforting, reminding him you're there.

Is pretty selfish during the act, but lucky for you he's great at fore- and afterplay, so you definetly get your fill either way.

Has a severe degradation kink, wanting to show authority to make up for his inferiority complex. He'd never do anything off your limits, but damn he does indulge in humiliating you. Damn he can get rough, sending vile insults your way while forcing his cock down your throat like you're some kind of toy.

Into cum-play as well. No matter where, chest, mouth, belly, gushing out your hole...he loves to see you ruined with his seed. Tends to stuff it back into your mouth/entrance. If you swallow it while looking him in the eye, he'll instantly be ready for round two.

Does a 180 after he's finished though. Will shower you in apologies and compliments while kissing any inch of skin he can reach.

Sadly he's a busy man and his work always comes first, but he'll find ways to make up for it. Is surprisingly good at sexting and keeps a lot of indecent photos of you hidden on his phone. Snaps them whenever you look especially enticing during the act, and is eager to record videos too if you approve.

Phone-sex with this man is surely pleasant, to hear him whisper orders and other profanities in his smooth voice. Gosh.

Likes to have keepsakes from you while away longer, for example one of your panties. Keeps it in his pocket and lets his fingers run through it whenever he thinks of you. No need to tell you what he does with it when he misses you to much, dirty guy.

Definetly able to multitask. Get used to him being mentally absent while still fucking you stupid easily. Takes you from behind and suddenly puts a piece of paper on your back to write down a note for his sermon or something lmao.

Does buy you new outfits or toys to try out regulary.

Is pretty upfront about this forbidden affair in general. Corruption at the catholic church runs deep, and he is a very influental man. So he can basically do whatever he wants and no one dares punishing or even calling him out.

Also loves the thrill of public sex, especially when you suck him off during meetings. I'm pretty sure half of the attendees know you're there but they're too scared/shocked/embarassed to say something. I seriously think at some point he'd just grab you by the hair and continues to fuck you on the table while continuing the meeting as if it was nothing. After all, he likes showing off what he owns...they shouldn't stare at you too much, though, if they want to keep living.

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 1

Propaganda why Rintaro Okabe is insufferable:

"He's sexist: he feels ashamed to be in the same lab as Kurisu, a genius, so he spends his time saying sexual jokes to embarass her. He is super annoying with his complotist larping. Why wouldn't he shut up? (Actually he shuts up at the middle at the story, the point where it becomes good).

Also transphobic stuff (the "but he's a boy" joke... *aaaaaaargh*)."

"Commits insufferably to the bit.Will cut off and correct you if he thinks you're in the wrong.Severe Mary Sue syndrome of sorts but that varies wildly alongside his emotional state.Does not shut up ever.Misgenders and gropes his friend after transing her(It's a whole story but the way they treated them before wasn't ideal either).Technically caused an apocalypse but the rest of the main cast were accomplices in this so it doesn't really count.Creates a time loop so he doesn't have to face his friends's deaths and inevitably goes insane and tries to kill them all.Causes property damage to his landlord's home near daily.Gives his friends false hope that they'll be granted their greatest wish only to go back and say he has to undo them because they caused too much temporal distortion.All of them forget this happened but still.Kills a friend's dad,again technically.Don't think I've said he's obnoxious yet but if I did it bears repeating"

"Listen I love the game with all my heart but this guy is obnoxious.He's LARPING constantly.He always wants to be the smartest in the room.He groped someone to ""see if they're really a girl"" and(spoilers ahead) he grants every friend he has a wish that would be impossible otherwise via time travel then undoes all of that because whoops! Messing with time causes unforeseen consequences such as *checks notes* his friend Mayuri dying.It's been a hot minute since I've played S;G so I might be misremembering some things but good god the whole game we've been going over How Time Travel Is Bad Actually and he STILL went ahead with it!You've been targeted by the FBI and see someone turn into goo because of this!Even if he wanted to be nice because let's be real his friends deserve it after being targeted by the FBI because of him,undoing that because he misses Mayuri is a dick move.I'm not unpacking the emotional baggage he has with her,but objectively what he did was kind of horrible.He also trapped them all in a timeloop that one time."

"A young man who hides his insecurities below an neverending overconfident RP.

Because Kurisu, a scientific genius girl, challenges his authority in his flat, he regularly humiliates her by telling sexual things she finds embarassing.

Plus there is some other sexist and transphobic stuff I don't need to go into.

I know in the second half of the story he loses his mask and actually show his vulnerable and caring side. But gosh, he is so unbearable in the first half!"

"His voice is so grating and is the reason I didn’t want to watch the show."

Propaganda why Richard Rahl is insufferable:

"The character always, always has to be Right and Moral and Good. He always knows more than: his wife, organized religion, any and all government orders that he didn't set up personally. While he starts out reasonable enough in the first few books, he slowly devolves into the author's Ayn Rand-fantasy stand-in. In every book there's always a huge monologue that's secretly about how bad (fantasy) communism is.

Richard is also hypocritical. He will flip flop on issues and change with the whims of the author, but the narrative always portrays him as in the right no matter the context."

"Protagonist of the most idiotic book series ever, literally wins by sheer dumb luck and being too stupid to plan as the world bends around him. His girlfriend keeps getting kidnapped so he can rescue her, despite allegedly being powerful. He’s a fantasy Ayn Rand follower. He inherited a sword and the Most Powerful Magic Combination Ever which he can’t be trained in because he needs to learn by instinct. Every woman ever falls in love with him or is determined to help him by prophecy. He gets captured and tortured by several bdsm women (author fetish, blatantly) and doesn’t even appreciate it. He gradually seizes more and more control over he world than even his evil tyrant dad, then throughs a fit and runs off into the woods to sulk, leaving them to a violent conquest, when people object to this via voting. He’s inexplicably good at death football. I can keep going."

"Literally the oc in the author’s shitty Ayn Rand fantasy novel. All the women want him, he does magic by instinct. He cannot be trained because he has super rare magic that nobody else has had for millenia. His birth has been prophecied for centuries. Every new book features a new problem only he can solve by being too instinctly good at magic and untrained. He comes up with the Wizard’s Rules of Magic by dumb luck.

In one book he defeats communism and hopelessness by crafting the perfect statue of his girlfriend Kahlan, who is a way cooler character but still a Mary Sue & an idiot. The statue is so cool & beautiful & well made for the joy of making (unlike work under communism), that he sparks a riot and toppled the evil empire. By building a statue."

[royal-bubble-tea]

Stray Kıds Headcanon

As we all know Stray Kıds are pocket sized, so I want to induldge myself once more and write Stray Kıds Members with a tall significant other. I am 1,80m/ 5'11 so I am using my own height as reference.

Stray Kıds x tall! gn! Reader

Bang Chan

I think Chan does not care about someone elses height. He knows that you both can do nothing about each others height so you can only embrace and love each other just the way you are. Just picture the two of you standing next to each other and him looking up at you. There are hearts in his eyes, dimples showing and so happy to have you by his side. One of his favourite things to do is taking pictures with you. Especially ones were you are posing and him jumping as high as he can. After landing he would look at you all smug and proud with himself. While you are just standing there shaking your head a smile adorning you face.

Lee Know

He would tease you but would stop in an instant if he notices that you would not like his teasing anymore. He has a hard time showing his affection openly. So he would put things in high places and later ask you to grab them for him. He would smile and blush so hard at how happy you are by being useful. Lee know just finds it so cute to look up at you and admire you.

Changbin

This short King is everything you could hope for in a partner. He worships the ground you walk on. He would puff his chest in pride when walking around with you in public. The way you are turning heads makes him smile so much, knowing that other people may look but only he can get the real deal. He absolutly loves touching your legs, running his hands up and down the lenght of them. Changbin also loves to just lift you up at random times, just because he can. He twirls you around and hearing your laughter makes his heart burst with love.

Hyunjin

You two are pretty much the same height. And let me tell you Hyunjin absolutely adores your height. With you being equal to him no one has to bend down awkwardly or has to dance and balance on their tippy toes. You can kiss each other whenever you want and nuzzle your noses together. But what Hyunjin loves the most about your height is that he can easily gaze into your eyes and get lost in them. Just image being out on a date with him and he keeps looking deep into your eyes, lost in tought and a serene smile on his face, just happy to share this moment with you.

Han

This little shit would not let you breath. It is either constantly cracking jokes with you and teasing you a little bit about your height or him just clinging to you like a koala to a tree. It is mostly the latter. He would often cling to you. Being draped around you or over your back, grasping your arm tight and pulling you closer to him. But sometimes it can be something more calm, like him holding your hand or the tip of your shirt. He loves how much comfort you give him and how he can just forget about the hectic world around him by being held in your warm embrace.

Felix

Heart eyes. That is the main thing about him. Just hearts, and stars and even an entire galaxy in his eyes when looking at you. He is so much in love with you and your height. Felix loves to point out your height and the height difference between the two of you to others. Instead of being embarassed by it he absolutely adores it. He thinks it is just so cute. Another big plus for him is the fact that you can swallow him up in an embrace. He loves to just disappear when you hug him. It makes him feel loved and protected and you would do everything to make your sunshine happy, even if you sometimes have to roll your eyes at his antics.

Seungmin

Is pretty much neutral about you height. He fell in love with you and your personality. He once admitted to you that he chose you for the content of your character not for your physical features. He will always stand proud next to you and would (verbally) fight everyone who would make you feel bad about your height. You two would be each others own personal hype person, when one is lacking confidence the other would build them up again and shower them with love.

I.N (Jeongin)

He would blush constantly when looking up at you. He does not mind at all that you are taller than him. The only thing that might concern him is his members teasing you. But after they saw how much he adores you their teasing would be very mild and you would always laugh along with them. Jeongin secretly loves the thought that he his your cute little other half. He loves having your legs on top of his and just running his hands up and down the lenght of them.

Hope you like this little Headcanon. I absolutely adore our pocket sized/ short kings Stray Kıds members. ☺️🤭

[carbondioxidewater]

hello >_< part 2 hihi

I apologize in advance, I got a little carried away lmao. hope this is still somewhat enjoyable, as I said, I'm not familiar with writing smut. 🌸🌷

warnings: nsfw, eren x fem!reader, age gap, slightly obsessive/possesive eren?, slight stalking, fingering, oral (m! & f!receiving), belly bulge, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, feelings involved (🤮)

word count: 7K

Senses (Pt. 2)

The next day you woke up with instant regret. You felt embarassed at your acts the night before, you weren't really yourself and you did not know why, you were confused of that unknown and unrecognizable side of yours. You did not dare to leave your room until you heard the front door close, meaning your two visitors left.

You went straight into the kitchen and drank a cold glass of water, the room reminding you of how you were bent over the window seat a few hours ago. But why were you feeling some type of excitement in your stomach?

No no no, shut down those feelings, you thought to yourself when you felt your core throbbing.

You took your phone into your hand and called your friends, telling them everything about last night and hoping they would judge you so much that you would never dare to speak to Eren again, because you knew something inside of you was aching for his touch and you were not liking it, or so you pretended.

Much to your dismay though, your friends squealed in excitement and asked you for all the details.

"I told you you just needed the right person, all the others were just big ass losers, unable to make you cum properly. This Eren apparently knows how to do it." your friend cheered.

Deep down you were kind of relieved that they were rooting for you, not wanting to let go of this fresh, exciting self-discovery that you wanted to explore further.

"I still have doubts though, I mean he's so young. He probably only wants to get me in bed too." you were concerned.

"But isn't that what you want? You don't want anything serious anyways, do you?" your other friend asked.

"Of course not, I've had enough of that. But is it really okay for me to go after it? I feel like I'm using him for his body."

"And he isn't?"

"Yes, but I'm the older one, the mature one. I shouldn't lust after someone younger, I should know better, act better. Also, he's in a whole another phase of life. I don't know, I just feel weird." you admitted, but your friends quickly talked you out of it.

"At the end of the day, he is a grown up too. Plus, he isn't even that young, but I know what you mean. If you feel so uncomfortable, then don't do it. But keep in mind that he knows what he does. He knows you were the stepmom of his best friend, and he still goes after it. He isn't innocent."

You thought about her words before responding.

"Yeah, I don't know..."

"And didn't it feel good? Wasn't he forcing you to look at the moon? That's so intense." she asked and your face turned red at the thought of it.

"Ugh, it did! It felt amazing, I can't even put it into words-..I've just never felt something like this. I never had someone to eat me out, and in complete silence at that! And his tongue! Oh my god-" you enthusiastically exclaimed, not noticing how you were basically worshipping Eren and you couldn't see it, but at the end of the lines, your friends were smiling to themselves.

"See? You want it, he wants it...Just do what you want and don't overthink too much." they declared and left you indecisive.

"I guess...Let's wait and see." you figured, kind of aware of the fact that they probably didn't have the best influence on you.

"Ahhhh, I want to see what he looks like so bad. I'm sure he is a sight, by the way you described him." your friend wondered.

"I don't have a picture unfortunately, but I can guarantee you he is."

"Doesn't he have any socials?" they further questioned, but you couldn't tell.

"I don't know, I don't even know his last name..." you admitted, wondering if you ever even knew or if you simply forgot about it.

A few days later, you were working in your office as usual, bringing around your new design of a closet and leaving work on time. You were one of the top employees, always hard-working and had long years of service behind you, which, together with your charisma and charming beauty, contributed to your promotion as the co-CEO plus your newly found selection as the face of the company. You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when your colleagues voted for you as the poster girl, but apparently it was just some upcoming photoshoot to advertise your business. Easy.

Heading home, you texted your friends when suddenly someone bumped into you. You looked up and, to your shock, it was Eren.

"Oops, sorry." he said, looked down at you, his lips slightly parted, and continued his way.

???

Did he just ignore you? He definitely recognized you. Turning around to take a look at him, you realized he didn't even bother to look back to you, casually walking down the street while your gaze spiked his back.

You were confused. And even more when you started having dirty dreams with him as the protagonist, waking up aroused almost every morning at this point. What was it with him that didn't let you go?

You knew obviously, but you didn't want to obsess over it, especially since he apparently didn't think much of it himself, considering he ignored you as if you were nothing to him. That's why you didn't even tell your friends about this small incident.

The next time you saw him was after work again, sitting in the metro and working on your laptop, you didn't notice him sitting right in front of you and staring at you in silence while your eyes were on your screen.

You never noticed when he was sitting to your opposite, literally staring holes into you as he enjoyed your concentrated expression. He's been doing it for a while already and now that he got a taste of your sweet little pussy, he just can't stop scanning your thighs, your stretching, semi-transparent tights testing his self-control.

He always got up before your station, moving to the other end of the train and waiting for you to hop off before following you on your way home, making sure you'd be safe.

Only this time, you exceptionally looked up from your screen, his smirking self already looking at you while his arm was around the shoulders of the girl next to him. Your heart dropped to your feet and started beating uncontrollably the very next second, eyes taking a quick glance at the foreign girl who seemed to be too distracted by her phone to witness Eren's obtrusive behaviour, before looking down your screen again.

You couldn't concentrate though, too furious at the bold male who didn't stop ogling you until you almost missed your station, hastily exiting this uncomfortable encounter.

Eren excused himself, leaving the girl on the train on her own and quickly following you.

He called your name but you didn't stop, you're a grown woman and didn't have time for such trivial games.

"Hey-.." he ran up to you and you thought he would say anything to clear up this whole situation, but instead he asked for something else.

"Can you give that to Miles? You'll see him today, won't you? Didn't have time to drop it off myself, I've been pretty busy..." he handed you a small package and scratched behind his ear.

Does he really pretend as if nothing happened between the two of you?

You decided to play along, smiling broadly up at him.

"Sure, leave it to me."

And with that, you parted ways, calling your friends as soon as you arrived at home and updating them, deciding to give a lucky guy a chance to take you out tonight to get Eren out of your mind once and for all.

You responded to one of your many devotees, meeting him at the bar after turning down his offer to pick you up, you didn't want him to know where you live.

Arriving at your destination, you sat down the bar waiting for your date to approach you any second. After good 15 minutes, you already ordered a drink and drank on it, someone finally came up to you, but it wasn't the man you were expecting.

"What a naughty little girl, meeting up with other guys after you got intimate with someone else not too long ago." Eren's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you choked on your drink.

"I'm not the only one, am I?" you emphasized the last part and met his gaze. Eren tried to surpress a smile.

"What are you doing here and how do you even know? Don't tell me you're jealous?" you snorted and he brought light into the dark.

"Miles told me." he briefly explained, leaving much room for interpretation, but you didn't care.

"Uh-huh." you said and took another sip of your drink, trying to be as calm as possible about his sudden appearance.

"Well, as you already know I'm waiting for someone, so could you please get out of my way?" you requested, annoyed, but he obviously wouldn't do you the favor.

"I could, but you're waiting for nothing. He won't come, I took care of that." he pointed to the corner of the bar and you followed his fingers, seeing your date sitting and talking to another woman.

You sighed.

"What do you want from me, Eren? The train has already left." you declared, telling him that it's too late and his time is over.

"You think so?" he teasingly asked, coming closer to you and making you nervous. His gaze traveled to your trembling hands, face not stopping to move forward until it was next to yours.

"See, your hands are shaking..." he whispered into your ear now, stating the obvious. His lips were just inches away from your skin.

You took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Eren's aftershave and slowly growing impatient. His scent...it reminded you of that night.

Just touch me already, you thought, but you'd never say it out loud, not wanting to give in so easily. You didn't know if the alcohol in your body contributed to the desperation you felt, but you were definitely still sober and clear to your senses.

And suddenly, his lips were on your neck, roughly moving over the skin and gently biting at it, causing you to catch your breath in shock. You let out a small whimper you couldn't suppress, hoping that he didn't hear it, but he did. His hands traveled down your waist and held you steady and, without thinking, you moved your body towards his, aggressively grasping his shirt and pulling him closer. He let go of you and chuckled.

"The train has left, huh?" he devilishly grinned and you were embarrassed that your body betrayed you like that. You didn't know what to say or do so you tried to stand up and leave but Eren didn't let you.

"Let me go, I don't have the time or energy to deal with your games. Go back to whoever wants to be played by you." you expressed and pushed him by his abdomen, your fingers tingling at the sensation of his hard abs against your hand.

He stopped you by your wrist, tugging you back, spine against the counter as he placed both arms beside you, caging you in between so you couldn't escape.

"Eren, we're in public, don't make a scene." you looked around in embarassment, but no one seemed to care about the two of you.

"I'm disappointed in you." he pronounced.

"Oh, you're disappointed? Interesting." you scoffed.

"I'm not playing any games with you."

"That didn't seem to be the case earlier." you spat out, crossing your arms and looking to the side.

"You mean my cousin?" he beamed and you turned your head, eyes widening in surprise. You felt some kind of relief, but then you got a flashback.

"The way you put your arms around her is pretty unusual for cousins..." you narrowed your eyes and he chuckled lightly.

"Do you know how jealous you sound?" he smiled and you furrowed your brows.

"I did it on purpose, to get a reaction out of you. I already broke off contact with every girl long time ago." he guaranteed but you didn't know if you could believe him.

"Pretty immature if you ask me." you just professed. He laughed quietly.

When Eren was sure enough you wouldn't leave, he let go of the counter.

"You know, you hurt me too when you didn't even want to see me the morning after our nightly session." the guy proclaimed and you turned red, not knowing that it was such a big deal to him.

But it was. You didn't know it, but you were making him extremely nervous. Being near you drives him crazy and being not even more. He truly felt hurt, and he wanted to see if you'd feel that way too, he wanted to punish you for making him feel this way. It reminded him of the time when you weren't taking him serious, and he didn't like that at all. But he couldn't stay mad at you, he wanted to be the only one for you and he panicked when Miles asked him to come over because you weren't there.

"That was immature too, don't you think?" he wondered and you agreed. You criticized his childish behaviour, but you weren't any better. You were on the same page actually.

"I'm sorry." you apologized, head turning down in shame.

"Don't be." his deep voice mumbled. He took your chin in his hand and raised your head up.

"I can tell you not to worry, but I'd rather show you." he said before kissing your lips softly, and you let him.

It's just sex, you thought to yourself, rejecting all of your doubts and allowing him to touch on you.

"Show me then." you weakly let out and he caressed your hair.

"No." he announced and it left you confused.

"You had a drink." he unfolded and you tried explaining that you weren't under any influence.

"I just had one drink, I'm pretty much sober."

"If I'm having you, I'm having you with a clear mind." he clarified and you were getting the hots at his consideration.

He dropped you off at home, not accompanying you because Miles was there. You thanked him for driving you, but you probably should've thanked him for preventing you from making a mistake and meet someone else too.

You didn't know yet that you slowly started to grow true feelings for Eren.

The next day you woke up from a dream, a dream about Eren again. You wondered when the time came that you'd finally feel him inside of you but to your delight, it would come sooner than you imagined.

Miles left early in the morning, meaning you had your apartment for yourself again. You went to work, clueless to all the things that would await you that day. Bluebells were sent to your office every hour, each of them containing a small message with a single letter on it and when you collected every letter after the whole shift, it formed one word:

Tonight.

It beared Eren's trademark and you grew excited at this sweet, adventurous action. No one before him put so much effort into their gestures and you were practically on cloud nine, looking forward to whatever Eren has planned for you.

After work, you hurried home so you could take a long all-in-one shower to be fresh and clean. After shaving and applying lotion to your whole body, you put on your best set of lingerie, a sexy black lace corset and matching panties, over it you wore a tight black lace dress.

Furthermore, you put a few strands of hair up in a black ribbon, put on your favourite silver jewelry and lastly, put on some make-up and painted your finger- and toenails, also of black colour of course. When you were done with everything, it took you hours and you had to re-do a few of your fingernails because you accidentally smudged them, it was almost 10pm.

You were growing more and more excited the more time went by and you were just about to tell your friends about it when it ringed on the door already.

You opened it and Eren walked up the stairs. What felt like an eternity were just a few seconds in reality, but when he finally arrived at your floor, you wanted nothing more than to jump onto him.

Eren was wearing a tight black turtleneck pullover that was flattering his biceps and black suit pants. His hair was tied up in his usual man-bun and he was wearing a silver chain necklace, bracelet, dangle earrings and a few rings. You've never seen so many accessoires on him but hell did it look sexy, you almost drooled.

Eren too was taken aback by your appearance, standing there in utter shock for a few seconds, processing the goddess, as he thought, before him. The way you dressed up specifically for him didn't go unnoticed by him and he felt like crying tears of joy at the sight of you. He never thought you could make him forget about his now uninteresting fantasies with just one glance, who needed fake scenarios anyways when you were right in front of him, looking like the sweetest, most beautiful angel in heaven. And the fact that you were doing all this for him made his heart pound uncontrollably in his chest.

"Whoa..." he was searching for words but there were none that could describe his adoration for you.

"You look heavenly." he came up with and wasn't satisfied with his choice of words, still not moving his body until you asked him to come in. You gave him the sweetest smile and complimented him back, although you were low-key with your words.

"You look handsome as well." you told him and you were sure the hearts that formed in your eyes were visible. Eren cleared his throat and drew out the flowers from behind his back, roses this time, giving them to you before showing you the small bag in his other hand.

"I know bluebells are your favourites, but I figured you probably have enough of them."

You weren't any less happy about the roses, taking them from his hands, yours briefly touching his and making you both twitch a little, and taking in their smell.

"Thank you so much, Eren." you thanked, closing your eyes while sniffling them.

"I hope you didn't spend too much money on me." you felt guilty.

"There is no 'too much' when it comes to you." he confessed and you blushed at his comment.

"I brought some...fruits...strawberries...they're apparently aphrodisiacs..." he let you know, even though he was certainly not needing any help with getting his cock up, already being rock hard under his pants for you for years.

"Oh, I see, maybe we can prepare something with them in the kitchen." you suggested and you two went into said room.

But when you were there, so close to each other, not able to stop yourselves from seeking each others' touches, the strawberries were long forgotten. Unable to keep your eyes and hands off of each other, it only took you two one last straw, that being Eren's crotch pushing against your ass, to drop your plans and head straight into the candlelit bedroom.

Eren picked you up and threw you onto the bed, impatiently ripping off your dress, holding your corset around the waist while mustering you up and down and growing even harder.

"You're so fucking hot, just looking at you feels like a sin." he worshipped you and it fucking turned you on. You've never felt this treasured.

He held you like this for a while, his fingers wandering over the fabric before pressing down his hands on you, slowly moving them up, passing your tummy and finally stopping to wildly massage your breasts. Simultaneously, he started smooching your neck passionately, leaving a few marks. You leaned forward at his touch, holding your breath and enjoying his kneading skills.

He then started to put his body weight on yours, slowly grinding himself against your covered clit, stimulating the both of you even further while continuing his former movements.

At some point, his hand went underneath your tight corset, playing with your bare tits for a while before taking off the whole piece, admiring your topless appearance before appreciating them with his mouth. His hands were placed behind your back, holding onto your shoulders to hold the both of you stable. His lips gracefully nibbled on your now hard nipples, luring out a heavy moan that you tried to suppress for too long.

"That's it, don't keep your cute noises to yourself, sweetheart." he said and went down your core. He kissed over the fabric, then grazed over it with his fingers, hitting it a few times with two of them. He pulled down your panties and was pleased with the sight.

"So eager for me, aren't we?" he teased and you couldn't even answer, patiently waiting for him to touch you in any way.

He saw the desperation in your eyes and didn't let you wait any longer, instantly licking at your clit and fingers playing with your folds. Your toes were curling at the sensation of this godly tongue you were feeling again, wishing you would feel it clashing with your own at that.

He licked over your folds now, sucking in your sensitive skin and brushing it with his teeth from time to time, the bony fangs giving you small shocks. His mouth was wide open while he was devouring you, hungry for more and preparing your first orgasm that night, and it came pretty soon. He used one of his digits to widen your hole, sending in another one until you were eventually stuffed with three of his pretty fingers, cumming around him in an instant and whining in pleasure.

You were practically feeding him with your juice as he took you through your release, licking up every single drop of your essence and swallowing it in pride.

He was slowly running hot which is why he took off his shirt. His eight-pack was fully visible to you now and looked unbelievably inviting in the warm and bright colours of the candles in your room. Before you could even think twice, your lips were already on his muscles, going further down with every little peck. They felt like steel, but maybe that was just because Eren was stiffening his muscles at the sudden feeling of your mouth against his skin.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Eren voiced, knowing that you were about to give him head. He obviously wanted this, the thought of it alone was re-playing in his head non-stop. But he didn't want to take the focus off of you, in the end, all he ever wanted was to satisfy your needs. You shouldn't have to get dirty.

"I want to get a taste of you, too." you expressed and he was turning into a red, flustered mess.

You unbuckled his pants, ready to see what was expecting you, and pulled them down, his boxers stretching around the big silhouette of his shaft. You could already see he was massive, and it was thrilling you. Eren observed you sharply, his cock pulsating at your sudden touch. You rubbed the clothed erection for a while, then finally pulling down the boxers, his member jumping out and dangling from his body.

You stood there in amazement of his big girth, it was long, thick and veiny, already leaking a good amount of precum. It was really pretty though, as far as dicks can be pretty, but Eren's really was. The tip was pink and soft-looking and you were dying to suck on his balls. The only thing that was unsettling you was the question if he even fitted inside you. But that would be a problem for later.

You started your own way, groping over it, squeezing it between your fingers and going up and down his outstanding length. Eren inhaled deeply and on that occasion, you tenderly kissed the tip, cleaning it from the precum and starting to take it into your mouth. Eren struggled to hold himself back, concentrating so he wouldn't cum in an instant because your mouth around his tip alone almost made him.

When you licked your way down his dick, taking in more and more while doing so, then taking it out of your mouth completely to capture his heavy sacks in it instead, he swore to himself that he would thank you endlessly after it. Your careful approach that turned into a rapid back-and-forth movement shortly afterwards made him lose control.

"Shit, your mouth looks so good around my cock. It simply belongs there." Eren hissed and you got chills.

Knees on the mattress and his body leaning back, he roughly gripped you by your hair and started aggressively face-fucking you. He pushed his head back in pleasure, taking your mouth as he pleased while working up his own high. Your little chokes around him made him even go faster, not without making sure you were alright with it though. Before he came undone, he pulled out of you. He wasn't planning on coming already, not before he didn't make you cum at least three times.

"Fuck, I'd love to cum all over your pretty face now, but we have to save that for another time." he said when he saw your drooling mouth.

Eren forcefully pushed you down the bed next. He stroked your clit once again to prepare you for his girth, planting a small kiss on top of it before asking you the question.

"Are you ready?" he made sure, slapping his tip at your clit a few times and drawing it through your folds. You nodded in excitement.

"Alright..." he said and pushed himself inside.

The stretch was big, but he moved slowly and gently, giving you enough time to adjust to his thick length that was penetrating you, even though he would rather want to fuck you relentlessly. He would never do something that would hurt you or that wouldn't give you the absolute best feeling, so he was very patient, very loving and very sweet to you, always asking you if you were okay everytime he pushed himself in a little more.

"Oh fuck, are you tight. Gotta focus so I don't spill my seed into you right away."

"There you go, just look at how good you're taking me, princess, you're feeling so amazing." he groaned, torturing himself by ignoring his aching member.

When you finally gave him the permission to move freely, he kept a consistent and slow pace, rolling his hips steadily and watching your reactions.

You were drowning in pleasure, his tip hitting all your best spots, spots you didn't even know existed until now, and it felt ethereal to have his full entirety fill you like a stuffed animal.

You both made eye contact during the whole act, his eyes never ever leaving yours, even when you averted yours to roll them in pleasure. He continued rubbing your clit and then changed his pace. He wanted to see all your reactions, wanted to see what he had to do to make you act a certain way, and what kinds you preferred.

His thrusts were slower but harder now, violently ramming into you, then pausing for a second. This way, he was bringing all his passion, all his strength into one thrust at a time, intensifying your pleasure.

"Oh g-god Eren, d-don't st-stop~" you moaned, your voice making his dick twitch inside of you and your legs clutching his torso, bringing him nearer to you so you could embrace his neck with your arms. He felt how your pussy was milking him, looking down to see a thick ring of your cream around his genitals.

"God, you're driving me crazy." he groaned out loud, giving you a long kiss on the lips.

"I'm gonna make you feel good now, princess." he announced and changed his pace again, thrusting at an enourmous speed and feeling how your walls clenched around him even more, fucking you through your second orgasm.

You were caught off guard by the sudden speed, screaming in pleasure and calling out his name countless times which was making him go insane, quickly pulling out of you because he couldn't prevent his own release anymore. He emptied himself on your stomach, the sight of it making you wonder how his warm liquid would feel inside of you.

"Fuckkk...couldn't even hold back anymore with how you squealed my name." were his exact words.

You dipped your fingers in his fluid and used them to paint it over your body, taking them into your mouth right after while meeting his gaze and tasting the white paste. He immediately grew hard again, taking you up and turning you around on all fours, knees and hands on the mattress as he started to fuck you from behind. He towered over you, placing his hand on your lower tummy and applying pressure on it, holding you still like this while his other hand supported him in his new position.

"I-I'm cl-..close, Eren." you sobbed, tears in your eyes and laying your hand over his on your belly.

His balls slapped strongly against your clit and it didn't take long for you to cum again.

You thought you'd have some time to recover from your high, but Eren was animalistic at this point and switched positions again, pressing you down on the mattress, face buried into the pillows, and mercilessly ravishing you. His hands were placed next to your waist and his abdomen was rubbing against your butt while thoroughly infiltrating you, lifting up your lower body in the end, ass in the air, to increase the depth.

You came again and cried out in overstimulation, but Eren turned you around once more so that your back was onto the bed again and held your hands above your head with one of his, the other one pushing your right leg up so he had a good access to your cunt. And then, he was pounding into you, as hard and fast as before. In the meantime, you were motionless and completely fucked out, overwhelmed by all the pleasure that you felt during the past rounds. Your lower belly started to hurt due to all this overstimulation and Eren checked up on you when he noticed you weren't moving and were oddly silent.

"You still there?" he asked and you weakly nodded.

"Do you want a safeword?" he questioned, not stopping his sloppy pace but being careful nonetheless.

You shook your head.

"I..trust you.." you spelled out and it warmed his heart. He loved you so much, his whole body was basically exploding at this transcendental experience. He wished he could share his emotions with you, hoping that you felt at least a tiny part of what he did.

"I'll let you ride me next, so you can set the pace." he gave out and pecked your forehead, hands caressing your cheeks.

After unleashing yet another, slightly painful orgasm, the good type of pain though, he rolled on the bed, gripping your body and sitting you onto his lap, dick cautiously sliding into you once more. The massive penetration made your hips wiggle on top of him.

"E-Eren...I c-can't..." you cried out but he encouraged you.

"Shh baby, don't you see you're already doing so well? Keep it up, use me as you wish." he fired you up and you started grinding against him.

"There, there..." he petted you when he saw the tears rolling down your face, wiping them away and grabbing your hands to hold them in his. He kissed them and brushed his gentle fingers over your smooth skin.

You stopped again, needing a break, holding onto Eren's broad chest to support.

"It's alright sweetie, take your time." he mumbled in a low voice, grazing over your pelvis.

"Want me to help?" he then asked and you nodded breathlessly.

"I'm sorry." you let out and Eren was dying inside, you were just so cute.

"It's okay princess, I got you." he assured and grabbed your hips, slowly starting to thrust into you and bucking up his hips regularly until you were worked up enough to take the lead again.

His hugeness made your stomach bulge and the bare sight of it captivated him. It was turning him on even more, he was even using his hands to put some more pressure on that part of your tummy, and he quickly engrafted this moment into his memory, unaware of the fact that he added extra rawness to his thrusts.

"Nghh...I'm really trying to slow down, but it's impossible with your pussy milking me like that." he apologized and harshly pounded into you, clasping your hips while doing so and leaving slight prints of his hands on your skin.

"Look at how perfect you're fitting around me, it's like you were made for my dick." he implied and got you all riled up.

The view of the swelling bump caused by his dick and his own helplessness stirred up your emotions, sending electricity through your body and boosting your lust in an instant.

"A fucking goddess." he mumbled as you were bouncing on his big dick, moving up and down while your breasts jerked in front of his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from sitting up and making out with your chest, consuming you like you were his last meal and your hands immediately tugged at his hair, slightly pulling it while you sped up your tempo.

You threw him back on the mattress and you could swear you heard a whimper slip out of Eren's mouth when you took over the dominance.

The sight of him under you like this drove you nuts, he looked so vulnerable, so submissive, and so breedable, his cocky demeanor nowhere to be find. Riding him at your own preferred rate, Eren cried out in agony, mewling below you like a whiny mess until you both reached your state of ecstasy.

"You'll be the fucking death of me." he growled, head squeezing back into the cushion as he quickly pulled out of you before spurting out his sticky substance on both of your stomachs.

Shortly after, you collapsed onto his body, too much overstimulation to handle. He cackled at your worn out state, wrapping his arms around your weak body and kissing your head, the smell of your hair intoxicating to him.

He laid you down on your side and started gnawing at your neck then, moving down to your decollete and sending shivers down your spine. He was cherishing your figure as he took his softened penis in one hand and started to stroke it, occasionally making contact with your inner thigh.

You grew nervous at the fact that he wanted to go for another run, thinking you were done by now. But you didn't complain, you enjoyed yourself like you never did before, the handsome man next to you making you feel like you were the luckiest girl in the world.

He startled you when he unexpectedly pressed his fingers over your core and shoved them inside, stretching you enough to enter you with his now erected cock again.

"Eren...too much." you hummed, still panting from your prior pleasure.

"Just a few more rounds, okay?" he whispered, kissing your cheek while hovering over you.

He stood on his knees, taking a pillow from behind you and lifting your body up to put it under your lower back to situate you into a more penetrable position, cock buried still inside of you.

He tossed your legs over his shoulders and you were enraptured by his swiftness. Eren packed you by your thighs and repeatedly dragged you onto his torso from your waist down, profoundly bumping into you.

"..I-I'm almost there.." you announced, shouting when he quickened his motion. Your view was getting blurry so you squinted your eyes in hopes of a soon release, but it never came because Eren suddenly pulled out and left you unsatisfied.

"Hey...stop teasing me." you weakly pleaded and he enjoyed your torment.

"But you look so gorgeous like this." he snickered.

"Weren't you saying it's too much for you just minutes ago, hmm?" he further provoked, lips coming close to yours and grazing over them.

You pulled him into a heated kiss, and he chuckled against your mouth, promptly slipping into your hole again and moving in circular movements. You squeezed your eyes shut again, arching your back and getting off on him but he was denying you yet another orgasm.

"Ereeen!" you whined once more, but he just giggled. He was edging you like a true savage.

"If you want something, beg for it." he answered, still lingering over you.

How cruel. You obeyed though, too desperate for his touch to resist.

"Please, I want to feel you inside of me." you begged, big eyes looking up at him. He didn't say anything, wetting his lips with his tongue as he sized you up.

"Say it again."

"I want you, Eren." you confessed, eyes shutting in embarassment.

"Nah nah, open your eyes and look at me." you did as he said and made eye contact.

"So obedient." he smirked.

"You want me?" he asked then and you nodded your head.

"Only me?" he furrowed a brow.

"Only you." you clarified.

"Hell yes you do." he claimed and picked up his pace again, pressing your knees against your own body and abusing your needy little cunt all over again.

"All of this belongs to me, no one else can see you like this." he possessively claimed and you nodded, too distracted by the build up of your upcoming orgasm.

"Eren, please, I want you to cum inside of me." you voiced your need of this whole evening and his eyes widened in complete shock.

"..Fuck, that caught me off guard." he hissed, gnashing his teeth to hold back his leaking and continuously hitting your g-spot.

"As you fucking wish, princess." he said and began to fasten his thrusts, making love to you endlessly and bringing you to an earth-shattering climax. You used all the strength left in your voice to scream one last moan while you squirted around him, and he was carrying you through your orgasm until he ultimately ejaculated too, emptying himself inside of you then and pumping you full of his load.

His hot semen spilled into you and the sensation of it was truly one of a kind, it was so divine. The sudden warmness that overflowed your body - in a literal sense - made you feel like you were levitating, wishing this outworldly feeling would never stop.

He didn't pull out of you yet, waiting until his dick softened, pushing his dripping milk into you with his fingers after he finally pulled out and dropped himself on the bed, body gravitating towards to yours.

"Look at how precious my sweet girl is." he and cupped your cheeks with one hand, kissing your puffy wet lips after seeing your dumbfucked face. Your eyelids got heavy but Eren made sure that you stayed awake, lifting you from the bed and carrying you into the bathroom. You groaned in annoyance, only wanting to sleep at this point.

"No time to rest yet, we still gotta clean you up, angel." he explained and dropped you on the edge of the bathtub.

He took a washcloth from the drawer and wetted it in the sink.

"How did you know where to find-" you started, but he interrupted, smirking back at you.

"I did my research."

He helped you tidying you up, or more like: he did all the work, gently but properly washing your skin, kissing the inside of your thigh once in a while - not sexually, just wholeheartedly. And when he was done, he ordered you to pee, leaving the room to your privacy and picking you up when you were done. You tried walking on your own but your legs failed, wobbling too hard.

"I can't even walk." you professed, searching for Eren's support and laughing at your own condition.

"Don't worry, I'll carry you everywhere." he offered, the subtle confession unnoticed by you.

He laid you down your bed, then leaving again to bring you a glass of water. In the meantime, you quickly messaged your friends.

"Guys, oh my god...EREN!!!" was the only text you sent, putting it on your nightstand when Eren came back and not touching your phone until the next morning again.

You sipped on the glass, the cold water quenching your thirst. Meanwhile, Eren made himself comfortable on your bed, waiting for you to lean back to hold you into his arms and play with your hair, massaging your scalp and placing soft kisses everywhere.

"Thank you." he muttered and it bewildered you.

"Now you finally got an older woman into bed, huh?" you joked, but he didn't find it funny.

"Do you really still think that was the only thing I wanted? Did you not notice that I've been madly in love with you for the past 8 years? I want to show you, in more than just one way, how deep this love goes, if you allow me to of course."

You were surprised at the thousands of butterflies that emerged in your belly, and then you slowly realized. You felt it then and there.

You were falling in love with this man. Shit.

[soap143]

I have a suggestion: Lee! Minho ler! Hyunjin.

Can it be that hyunjin is in a ler mood and decided to go attack Lee know because he’s been pretty giggly all day xx

Look how the turns have tabled… Love your idea, anon. Seems so sweet! Happy reading.

(Btw after reading @v--143 fic, I was inspired and decided to write this fic from Hyunjin’s pov)

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I was exhausted. We had a whole lot of work to do today, hence my bad mood. Not to mention that Minho had the bright idea to keep us longer in dance practice. Obviuosly, I was infuriated at the news, but had no choice…

The leader of danceracha seemed to be full of energy this busy day. He kept on annoying everyone and being all clingy and giggly. His behaviour was deeply suspicious.

“Come on, if you guys get this very last part we can all go back to the dorms!” Lee Know announced. I was jealous. His body moved so fluently, almost effortlessly. Meanwhile me and Felix were stuggling. Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the enviousness. At this point, I couldn’t really tell.

“Minho-hyung, I think Jinnie would agree with me, if I said that we’re dead tired. Can we wrap it up here? We just need some rest…” the aussie tiredly suggested “I definitely agree. Feels like I’m gonna drop dead from exhaustion any second now!”

Our pleads fell deaf to the older’s ears, as he teasingly mocked us and proceeded to repeat the move we were stuck on. Me and Lix groaned in unison “Yah! Let us have at least one breheheak~” I whined, poking his exposed side. The last thing I expected was for him to flinch violently. What was up with this guy?

“Damn, are you ok? Did he hurt you?” the caring sunshine boy immediately ran to the older, expressing concern “N-Noho. I’m not hurt… You’re right. Maybe we should finish up. Practice is dismissed!” the way Lee Know completely changed his mind in a matter of seconds left me suspicious. Felix, on the other hand, didn’t even bat an eye. He just sighed happily and ran out faster than the flash.

“Aren’t you leaving?” Minho asked. I turned my gaze towards him, only to see a very red face “Are you… blushing? Why?” I questioned, exploring his expression. What could’ve embarassed him that much?

Then, I remebered how he had reacted to that simple poke. I smirked. Minho’s current position put me in an immense mood to absolutely wreck the poor boy. Plus, I could see that he wanted to be tickled too. He’s not very good at hiding his lee moods…

“More effort is gonna be needed to hide yourself from me. How do expect to avoid being caught when every single time you’re in that mood? You can’t even stop yourself from reddening up at every single poke and tease!” I tormented, slowly approaching my future victim.

Lee Know only blushed an even deeper shade of red, not even trying to stop me from getting closer to him “Seriously? You’re that desperate for tickles? At this point, you should just jump straight into my arms instead of standing there like a kid that has just pissed in his bed.”

“Yah! My bed is completely dry. And I am NOT desperate!” Minho denied, but I could read him like a book.

Well, if he wanted to put up a fight, I was totally down. Without wasting any more time, I tackled him to the floor. Or atleast tried to. I didn’t expect the bunny to stand his ground.

In no time, both of us were wrestling on the floor, fighting for dominance “Come on, Minnie~ No need to banter. If we just skip this part and you let me win, you’ll just get what you want even quicker!” I teasingly suggested. I had the upper hand, but the mischevious man continued fighting.

“I-I’ll never give up. You’ll have to win to t-tickle me!” he grunted, trying his best to push me off his hips. He seemed much more focused on not satisfying his lee mood instead of trying to please it “Did you change your mind? I can just get off and let you go.” I knew that this would mess with him. It always did with me.

I stood up, walking away with a slick smile plastered on my face. I was just waiting for him to plead for me to come back.

“Wait! I n-never said that…” he yelled, fidgeting with his fingers, keeping his head down “What? Do you actually want me to wreck you? Even if I didn’t win againts you in this intense duel that we had?” I bombarded the poor boy with questions, taking quick, sudden steps while getting closer.

He flinched, blinking quickly every time I got closer. Finally, our gazes met as I crouched down to his level “Be a good boy now, Minho-hyung. Lay down nicely with your arms up for me. I just can’t seem to be bothered enough to pin them down.”

I could see how he choked on his own breath after hearing my stament. However, he obeyed. His current position made me completely forget about him being a mean, teasy ler. I mean, it was impossible not to think of him as an adorable little lee when his arms were compliantly positioned above his head and his whole body was burning with that red blush.

“You must be quiet aswell. It’s late, the tickle monster is sleeping. And you don’t wanna wake him, do you?” I asked, running my finger down his side. Lee Know squirmed inpatiently, closing his eyes and deeply breathing. It was cute seeing him try to hold his giggles in. And it was my mission to make him fail.

I decided to go easy on him, for now. My fingers walked around his sensitive torso slowly and tenderly. Puffs of air left his mouth as he twitched at every single touch “Feeling ticklish already? I’m barely even touching you!” I whispered, not wanting the tickle monster to wake up either.

He arched his back and bit his lip as I placed quick and precise little pokes all over his torso “Oh no! Some evil ants escaped the zoo. Can you help me find them? I just can’t seem to see them anywhere…” I pretended to be in deep thought, as the “ants” (which were my fingers) walked all across his torso. From his stomach, to his sides, his ribs, chest, collarbones and neck.

I could sense that he would not be capable of keeping those sweet snickers in. Minho’s face was getting concernedly red. I could even see a vein popping out his forehead.

“Stay strong! I heard that the tickle monster is very grumpy today. If he gets his hands on you, he won’t show any mercy…” I threatened, digging deeper into his hypersensitive flesh, trying to make him fail.

“P-please” he barely managed to squeak out, struggling to keep his arms up. I knew that once he oppened his mouth, he wouldn’t last much longer before giving up and letting all that bottled up laughter right out.

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T ANYMOHOHORE!” Minho cackled, finally breaking. I grinned, preparing myself for the future incoherent screams my ears were about to expierience.

The last thing I expected was for Minho to wriggle out of my grip and desperately run “You’ll only make things worse by avoiding me~ Come here and we can finish this up in no time!” I said, trying to bargain with the ticklish man. He, however, seemed to have other plans, as I watched him cautiously take steps back without turning his back on me.

No matter how much he tried, he knew that he would end up right below me again in no time “I-I’m not cohohoming anywhere near you…” Lee Know nervously giggled. Crazy how all his smugness and confidence instantly melts away as soon as tickles are involved…

No matter how amusing this might sound, I was getting bored. So, to get even more adrenaline pumping thru the cat lover’s veins, I decided to do the classic “dramatic chase”. Never fails to fluster and tire out the victim.

“Fine. If you won’t come to me, I’ll come to you!” without further thought, I launched myself towards my beet-red lee. He immediately jumped to his feet and scurried away, with me hot on his tail “There’s nowhere to run~ This practice room is far too cramped and emty for you to succesfully escape my vengeful fingers~!” I warned, wiggling said fingers towards his direction. The way Lee Know reddened up in only a matter of seconds made me wanna give him what he wanted so badly right this very moment. Too bad he was the most stubborn lee I’ve ever met…

“P-Plehehease you really don’t hahave to do this…” he giggled in anticipation, never letting his guard down. Our gazes were stuck to one another, never leaving for even a second.

I decided to shoot my shot now. I mean, I had chased the poor boy right into a corner. The chances of him escaping were slim “Come here!” I yelled, almost catching the anxious man into my arms “Ah, I underestimated your speed far too much… You wanna be bratty? Fine. Two can play that game.” I stated, standing my ground.

Minho tikted his head in confusion. Only after a minute or two he realized that I wasn’t going to attack him. Again.

“Come on, Hyunjin, don’t tease like that~” the older whined. I just turned my head away from him (sassily) “Alright, you win. I-I’ll be g-good boy…” he stuttered, laying down once again and pulling his arms up. I smiled at the sight, fighting back the urge to run up to him and tease him and tickle him and just tell him how CUTE he is- Sorry, I’m ranting, aren’t I?

Unfortunetly, the little voice in my head convinced me to do exactly that “I can’t stand seeing you being so cute and not giving you what you want! Worry not, Lee Know! You’ve awoken the tickle monster and he is hungry for revenge…” I inmeadetely jumped to the teasing, skipping jollily towards my favourite hyung.

“J-Just get this done with and we can go home…” Minho whimpered, closing his eyes and reddening up for the 100th time in embarassment.

“Come on, you’re usually so mean and snarky! I don’t even know any of your best spots. Which one is your favourite? Which is the worst? Which is the most realaxing? The most tort-” “Yah! Enough teasing~ Just do iiit~” Lee Know complained covering his boiling face with his hands “Alright. I’ll discover each one of those spots anyway~” I tormented one last time before lowering my tickly fingers down onto his sensitive body.

The bunnie’s breath hitched, as he squirmed lightly in anticipation. I just smirked, knowing this was killing him. Just to tease him one last time, I tactically placed my hands on his ribs, which was easy, considering both his arms were safely folded above his head. His eyes shut so tightly, that I thought they’d get stuck like that forever.

When I didn’t do anything for yet another minute, one of his mince pies cheekily peeked open “You’re still teasing!” He yelled, violently shaking his body side to side “I know, I know. I’ll stop. Get ready~” I warned, ever so lightly digging my fingers into his sensitive ribs.

Minho bit his lip, still not turning his gaze away from me “You can laugh now, the tickle monster is up anyway” I reminded the ticklish man, dragging my long finger along the bones.

“Stohohohop, Ihihi’m nohot a kihihihd!” the cat mom tried to deny his love for the mentioned monster. Impossible “Just admit that you love him~ Now he’s being nice and asking how you want your tickles.” I said, lifting my hands off him “Nohoho.”

“Nohoho what? You reject his generous offer? How selfish of you!” I exclaimed in supposed anger, pushing my fingers deep into the crevices between his ribs “NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHASE I-I’LL TEHEHEHEHEHL THEHEHE T-TICK- MONSTER HOHOHOHOHOW I WAHAHAHAN’T THEHEHEHEM!” “Pft, how will you do that if you cannot even say his name!”

The poor boy just cackled in response, struggling to keep his arms away from his vulnerable body “Just say: “tickle monster, I want to be tickled on blank until I cry and plead and beg. Pretty please!” I almost cringed at my own statement “IHIHIHI’M NOHOHOHOHOHOT SAHAHAHAHAYING THAHAHAHAHAT!”

“No? Then I think Han would love to join us. Especially when you told him every. single. one. of your spots last night after some bottles of soju~” I could tell how his heart dropped. He definetly didn’t remeber that…

“O-Ok… Hyunjin, I want to-”

“Hyunjin? I think you misunderstand me. I won’t tickle you. The tickle monster will!”

Lee Know groaned in embarassment and annoyance “Alright, t-tickle monster… I want to be… t-tickled on my… thighs… until I cry and plead and beg. Please.” He squeeked out, covering his face by the end.

“A please is not enough. And I didn’t hear where you wanna be tickled so so badly~” i pushed way past his flustered limits.

“I WANNA BE TICKLEDON MYTHIGHS PRETTYPRETTYPLEASE!!” Minho rapped out quicker than Changbin “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Without any time to waste, I wrapped my fingers around said spot. I looked down to the inpatient lee, whose eyes where stuck on my hands. His gape jumped from my face to my tortorous fingers. I smiled at his anxiousness, mildly squeezing his leg. Minho cutely squeeled stopping himself from grabbing my wrists.

I didn’t want to torture him for much longer, eventually digging my fingers deep into the sensitive flesh. He just closed his eyes and bit his lip, turning his burning red face away from me. I smiled at the older, only vibrating my fingers with much more force and speed. He huffed, squirming around slightly. It was actually adorable watching him try to not stop me, which was probably much more dificuly then stopping me.

“You’re cute, hyung. Not even trying to hide it or anything~” I teased, even though I think he couldn’t really hear me, considering he was most likely much more focused on fighting the urge to bite me and run away as soon as possible.

“I-Ihihihi’m nohohohot agh-cuhuhte!” he whined, rolling from side to side “I don’t believe you. Do you see yourself? You’re giggling like a child!” I pointed out, shaking my hands into his thigh “Plehehehheheahahase!”

I didn’t answer this time. It was pointless. He would just giggle the same things I gear every time! To be honest, I think the sound of his own giggles being the only one echoing across the room makes it even more flustering.

I decided to search around for a new giggle spot, growing tired of only torturing the very top of his legs “HYHUHUHUHUHUHN PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” I didn’t even know his thigh could get any more ticklish until I dug into the inner part. Safe to say, Lee Know went ballistic.

“Come on, hyung, it can’t be that bad, can it?” I questioned, quickening my pace “IHIHIHIHIHT’S BAHAHAHAHAD! REEHEHEHEHEHALY BAHAHAHAHAD!” I could’ve sworn my ears literally melted off because of Minho’s powerful laughter.

I just fondly smiled down at my poor victim. Our gazes met once again “Why are you looking at me, Minnie? Do you have a sugestion?” I teasingly asked, leaning closer to the bunnie’s face “D-Do you think we can play some sort of… game?”

I blushed at the idea. But why was I blushing anyway? Maybe because I was jealous of how the older could just ask for something like that without dying on the spot?

“What game? The one where you hold your laugh in, or the one where I count your ribs, or the one where I tickle you everywhere until you per your pan-”

“Yah! No one is peeing their pants today. Especially not me. How about the one where… You know… The game that you had come up with…” Lee Know embarrassingly crossed his arms on his chest, looking anywhere but me.

The game in question was the best invention of mine. It was called “doll”. The tickler could move the limbs and body of their victim to whatever position they desired, and the ticklee had to try and stay in that position while being tickled. Sounds simple, right?

“Ohh…! You wanna play “doll”? You really liked it that much when we tested it out last time?~” I tormented, slowly getting up from my current position to my feet, preparing myself to move Minho around.

“You’re crazy… Let’s just play.” He coldly stated, laying down on his back with his arms and legs neatly placed right next to his body.

I slowly approached my beutiful and ticklish doll, starting by flipping him onto his stomach.

Then, I slowly extended a singualr arm out. This was all I needed to put my hyung in the most vulnerable position.

“Hmmm, I wonder if you’re more ticklish on your right or left armpit?” I asked Minho. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer, playing his role as a toy a little too well “Well, I guess we’ll find out”.

To be honest I knew his left was worse, which was why I decided to start with the right side. I slowly dragged my fingers along the delicate skin, allowing myself to take my darn time.

He just barely bucked his hips, not making any noise yet “Wow, maybe this doll isn’t ticklish…” I sighed in dissapointment, softly digging my fingers deeper into the sensitive pit. This pulled a bigger reaction out of him.

“Hmmhehmmehe…” He giggled, his current position muffling the sweet sound quite a bit “What was that? Did my doll just make a noise? Is it alive?” I gasped, quite literally vibrating my speedy fingers into the armpit.

His body swung side to side, as he tried to cover his mouth with his free hand “None of that! Give me your other hand, dolly!” I yelled, grabbing his other wrist and pinning it above his head.

“Let’s see if you really are alive…” I snickered, placing my hands on the exposed spot. Even though I couldn’t see Minho’s face, I knew his big doe eyes were seducing me from a distance.

Without any time to waste, I dug in deep, masaging circles into the tender flesh. He was doing good… for the first milisecond. Once the ticklishness finally attacked his nevers, he was thrashing around like a maniac “I can’t believe it! My doll really is alive! Mom!” I announced in a childish, girly voice.

Lee Know didn’t answer, his laughter only getting deeper as his arms were threatening to slam right back onto his sides “AAHAHAHAGAGAHGA JIHIHIHIHIHIHINIEHEHEHEHEHE!” “Oh my goodness, she even knows my name!” I screeched, lowering my lips onto the cat lover’s neck.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHOHON’T! NOHOHOHOHOHOT MYHYGH NECK!” his pleads fell deaf to my ears, my hunger for his desperate laughter only growing.

Before he had any time to realise it, a big, ticklish raspberry was being blown onto the sensitive body part “YOUHUHUHUHU’RE CRAHAHAHAZY! STOHOHOHOHOHOP!”

At this point, I considered listening to Minnie. His arms had, most likely, involuntarily crashed back onto his sides as his whole body agressively shook. The part that had me concerned the most was the puddle of tears that had collected below his face.

“Alright… That’s enough for you.” I stated, standing back up. Lee Know flipped onto his back, panting heavily with a wide smile and tear stains on his face.

“T-Thahank you, Hyunjin.” he squeeked out, covering his face the very next second.

“Let’s go, it’s late. The rest are probably concerned.” I suggested “You go, I’ll get home in a bit.” he uttered, pushing himself off from the ground

“Oh come on, don’t tell me that you’re gonna pull out your journal and start documenting the past our of your life like a middleschooler!~” I cackled, throwing my head back in the process.

“No. Definetly not that. Now get out and leave me alone!” Minho commanded, physically pushing me out the door.

I wonder what he did while I was gone…

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Wow, this one tooks a while to finish. I just didn’t have any motivation to finish all my drafts. So sorry to the people that requested, probably won’t be done for a another while lol😭. Have a nice day/night everyone! Hope you enjoyed the fic❤️🤗