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modern-alebrije · 11 months ago
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damn, i'm still opening boxes from the move last april 😓
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nomaishuttle · 1 year ago
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i do fr need to work on differentiating between "actually middleclass" and "doesnt live paycheck to paycheck" lmao bc that is something i struggle with... obviously ik i have more in common with like. even somebody whos fr middleclass disney vacations every year. I know i have more in common with them than i do with bezos but god at least i dont have to see bezos being annoying in front of me every day KJANDJKLNLJD
#bc its like this. i obviously have way more contempt for a billionaire. obviously. but ive never met an actual billionaire yfm. and i Have#met middleclass ppl and A lot not all but a lot. are so insufferable and ikkkk not all of them or whatever but like. i constantly got shit#for being poor from middle class kids and like. ik im supposed to be class solidarity with them bc were all poor when compared to a#billionaire but goddd fucking damn they make it difficult . ik its like well the upperclass Wants the lowerclass and middleclass to be at#eachothers throats bc it means they dont pay attention to the upperclass walking over the both of them. i knowwww. but i can multitask#major in hating rich people minor in hating the middleclass...#THIS ISNT RLY RELATEDFTO THE LAST POST AT ALL i just have a lot of like. complicated feelings abt classism basicallyy.#like. i wouldnt wish poverty on anybody it fucking sucks. but as a kid i did sometimes fantasize abt swapping lives with my classmates who#had more money than me Not even bc i wanted to live their life but just so they would like. see the apartments i lived in and see the room#i shared with both of my siblings (weeman didnt exist yet lmao) and just like. look in the fridge. bc i just rly wanted ppl to get it lol..#there was this one assignment that was like. wants vs needs and ppl kept putting needs as like. A big backyard. vacation once a year. my ow#personal bedroom etc and ik they were kids but it was like. insanely frustrating to have these kids who had like. never had to live without#Wants. yk. bc then i would just write down like. food. shelter. water. thats it lmao i even had clothes as a want instead of a need. and#they were making fun of me bc my list was so short and its like . look man i have gone without these three things on multiple occasions. yk#and now i try to be like. its good that there are ppl who have never experienced that i dont want ppl to have to experience that especially#like. that was in 4th grade lol. i was 9. i shouldnt have been worrying abt bills and stuff and none of my classmates knew anything abt tha#and thats a Good thing they shouldnt have. but theres this selfish part of me that wishes they did KANDJNS bc its so insanely isolating to#have ppl like. interrogating you abt why your shoes are so worndown or why your winter jacket is too small yk. and you cant say 'my family#cant afford better/new ones' bc they dont even understand what money is. yk. IDK. im just very sensitive abt these kinds of things KANDNW..#perhaps a bit too oversensitive at times but yk. im working on it and im working on not being spiteful abt it bc like. yes it was isolating#but it was a good thing that the kids didnt relate to it yk. kids shouldnt relate to that and i shouldnt have felt that way bc no kid shoul#im also Ik i bring it up constantly but im still so mad abt that time my friends heard me say Yeah i have to go to court against my dad nex#wednesday . and they didnt say anything and then one of them went Ughhh my dad wont buy me the newest iphone hes buying me the newest#samsung instead But i have an iphone app that i spent 50 dollars on that wont transfer !!!!!! and then she endedup getting the iphone#anyways. sry ikk its grudge and i need to let it go but im still peeved... brinn there are people that are dying .#and also now i know that like. a lot of the other kids in my class Did understand and were just like. posturing. yk. a few of those kids#were from the same neighborhood as me lmao i was just too autistic to realize we werent supposed to be honest 💀 but yes. sry for this like#manifesto i am just thinking out loud..... well not bc this is text famously a written form of communication but we all understand. anyways
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babyleostuff · 8 months ago
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fanservice
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𝜗𝜚 theme: fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 pairing: idol!mingu x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 word count: 944
・ ❥ ・ jealousy is a disease when it comes to kim mingyu and his fanservice
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“i’m not your strongest soldier lol don’t play with me rn.” 
you rolled your eyes at the caption, and scrolled past the video that had been haunting you for the past couple of days. ever since the boys’ fan meeting last monday your fyp had been going crazy with videos of your boyfriend holding hands and comparing hand sizes with his fans. 
and that wasn’t even the worst part. 
your man was the definition of fanservice, him holding hands with others and making puppy eyes at them wasn't anything new, hell - how many times had he asked you to take his “boyfriend” photos he later posted on instagram, while looking like a literal walking dream. he loved making people go crazy on a daily basis, so it wasn’t like the hand holding bothered you. 
what bothered you was the lovestruck expression, the annoyingly gentle, sparkly eyes, the perfect fucking black hair falling over his forhead, the soft smile, the gaze that never left the person in font of him. 
you weren’t sure where the sudden surge of possessiveness came from, but oh my god, there was a limit of what you could take, and if only you remembered your twitter password you would’ve logged out a long time ago. you knew exactly who this look was reserved for, and it was you, and you only, so why was he suddenly going around looking at others like they hung the moon and the stars in the sky. 
“baby?” mingyu’s voice echoed from your bedroom. “have you seen my black dior hoodie?”
you were too busy scrolling past yet another tik tok to answer your boyfriend. besides, who cared about a hoodie when he was basically cheating on you?  
“and what are you gawking at, huh?” you muttered under your nose, as the girl in the video squealed when mingyu took her hand in his. you weren’t sure why you were working yourself up so much. it’s not like you were jealous of the way his thumb was running over her palm. or how their fingers intertwined perfectly.
thinking you didn’t hear him from the other room, mingyu gave up on his mission to find the hoodie he was sure he saw in the closet just this morning, and walked out to the living room to look for you. “baby, did you h-,” he didn't have to look at you twice to see who exactly stole the piece of clothing he was searching for. “there it is,” he beamed, a smile blooming on his face. his heart never failed to turn into mush whenever he saw you dressed in his clothes, especially the oversized ones that made you look like an adorable teddy bear. 
“i can give it back if you want,” you mumbled, your eyes still glued to your phone. 
“it’s fine, i’ll just find another one, but tell me,” mingyu crooked an eyebrow at your frown, and walked over to where you were not so happily occupying the armchair he and wonwoo decided on buying last month, “what the hell got you pouting like that?” 
you didn’t notice your boyfriend standing behind you until it was too late. “huh?” too slow to turn off the phone, you spun around to find mingyu behind you with an annoying smirk on his face. “i wasn’t pouting,” you tried to argue, as you slipped the phone under your thigh. he laughed, and tucked a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. 
“baby?” he crouched down, and placed his chin on your shoulder. 
“mhm?” maybe playing stupid would help. 
“why were you watching videos from the fanmeeting, hm?” he asked innocently, like he didn’t know exactly why. 
you groaned, and turned around, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. there was no way you’d admit to being jealous of some girls for holding your boyfriend’s hand when you literally did that 24/7. 
“you know you literally get to cuddle and kiss me, right? it’s not like they’re going to steal me from you,” he said. you didn’t have to look to know that he had this infuriatingly handsome smile on his face that always made your knees weak. 
“stop being so smug about it, kim mingyu,” you mumbled, and hit his chest. 
“never.” 
he grabbed the back of your neck gently and peeled you of him, much to your reluctance. a pang of self-consciousness suddenly hit you because what if he thought you were acting immaturely over this? “listen,” he walked around the armchair to kneel in front of you. “whatever you’re thinking, stop it,” grabbing your face tenderly, he ran a thumb over your cheek. “i’m yours, remember?” 
“i know, it’s just-,” 
“let me finish, yeah?” you nodded and kissed his palm, encouraging him to keep going. maybe that was just what you needed today? a bit of reassurance and his words of affirmation. because if there was one thing that kim mingyu was good at, it was making you feel secure and loved. 
“i know it can be hard looking at those videos and whatnot, and you know why i act how i act when it’s needed. but i love you. you. and no matter how many hands i have to hold or how many people i have to pretend to flirt with, it doesn’t change the fact that at the end of the day all i want is to come home to you. ‘k baby?” 
too overwhelmed to say anything, you just nodded quickly, and threw your arms around his shoulders, so he wouldn’t see your teary eyes. 
“you’re really mine?” you asked, sniffling quietly. 
“all yours. only yours.”
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 6 months ago
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[12:41 pm]
(cw: f!reader, a child, pregnancy complications, "Mommy" and "daddy")
"Mommy is tired?" dad!Jaehyun heard his little girl ask.
"A little bit, princess. The baby is getting bigger so Mommy just needs to lay down more, but she's not sleeping," Jaehyun explains in a sweet voice, pushing her unruly hair away from her face.
This was tough to explain to a 4 year old. Your first pregnancy had been a breeze compared to this one. Your first pregnancy almost five years ago came with some nausea that plagued you for the first few months, labor was long and arduous, but there was nothing that really hindered you from going about life as normal as possible. This pregnancy wasn't the same.
This time around you came down with gestational high blood pressure, which at your last appointment didn't look to be getting much better, so your doctor had put you on bed rest. You were doing your part by taking your medication daily and staying off your feet, but man was this a pain. You hated laying around and doing nothing, especially when your need to nest was nagging at you. You hated it, but you also knew that you wanted to avoid the induction being too early.
Jaehyun grabbed some food from the fridge and played it for you, lunch time. A healthy meal that he himself knew didn't sound super delicious, but he was being just as cautious as you were, if not more. "Let's take Mommy her lunch, princess," Jaehyun told his daughter.
She squealed excitedly, running to the bedroom with her Belle costume swishing around her legs. She pushed the door open and ran to the bed, climbing up onto the foot of the bed before settling beside you. Jaehyun smiled at the sight of his two girls. You were sat up against the headboard, folding laundry- which you had insisted on doing, Jaehyun didn't want you lifting a single finger, but you were stubborn.
"Lunch time, my love," Jaehyun smiled, walking over to you and handing you the plate. He tried not to laugh as your face scrunched up into a look of disappointment and smidge of disgust.
You stabbed the fork into the food and sighed before bringing the food to your mouth. If the bed rest worked, you'd be back on your feet in a week. Your doctor wanted to see if the bed rest would prove useful paired with the medication she'd put you on. You couldn't speak without the medical knowledge she'd possessed, but your blood pressure was going down and staying consistent. Your legs weren't as swollen and when Jaehyun took your blood pressure each morning it wasn't as high and remained consistent.
"I gave you your medication this morning right?" Jaehyun asked while holding up the pill bottle.
You hummed in agreement, swallowing your food, "as if you'd let me forget. I took it with a whole glass of water and ate it with my avocado toast. Hey, have you not been doing her hair? She looks like the brush hasn't touched her hair since I brushed it after her bath last night."
Jaehyun looked away, avoiding your gaze. Doing his daughter's hair wasn't a skill he had perfected yet. So yes, you were right, a brush hadn't touched her hair since last night. On the other hand, everything else had been taken care of. Your daughter didn't spend the whole day in her pajamas, she was dressed in real clothes, even if her Belle costume covered it up, she had brushed her teeth this morning, already eaten two meals today, and Jaehyun had her practice writing her name. On all levels, besides hair, he was killing it.
"Bring me the brush and some rubber bands please," you asked him sweetly, using your hand to tame the hair on the little girl's head.
He raised a brow, "finish your lunch and then I'll get you what you asked for."
You rolled your eyes, stabbing the fork into the food more harshly with a look that asked 'happy?' Your daughter turned her eyes away from the show on the TV and rubbed your belly, placing a small kiss on the apex. "Sister is making you tired, Mommy?" she asked, laying her head on your stomach.
You sighed tiredly, "yeah, princess. We don't want sister to get here too early so the doctor says I have to rest."
"But I want sister here already," she tells you with a pout.
Jaehyun takes the now empty plate from you while you brush your fingers gently brush through some of the tangles in her hair. "If the baby comes early, she won't be healthy, princess. We want her to be healthy right?"
"Yes," she sighs out, "Mommy, can you do my hair? Daddy doesn't know how."
Jaehyun rolls his eyes as he hands you the things you asked for, watches as his daughter willingly lets you comb the tangles from her hair gently, and watches as your fingers work deftly to braid it away from her face. He loves it.
He presses a kiss to your stomach, not trying very hard to keep the words that slip from his lips low and quiet, "if you want to give us a surprise and come out as a boy, that's fine. I'll still love you. Save me."
When two similar slaps to his arm come at the same time he can't help but laugh, if he's surrounded by girls that act like you and are the perfect mix of your genetics, he'd die a happy man.
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osmanthus-wine-addiction · 18 days ago
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17 Cum Inflation
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Zhongli x Reader / NSFW / Reader and Zhongli are basically married / Reader is described as small compared to half-dragon form Zhongli / Mentions of pregnancy and breeding / This is degenerate smut featuring an unrealistic kink so don't expect it to make any biological sense!
Aside from the visual stimulation, there was one rather specific reason why you preferred your lover fuck you in his illuminated form. In an effort to preserve what little shame you had while having your insides tastefully rearranged by his cock, you only ever gave him the first reason and that was good enough for him.
Zhongli was already tall in his human form, but once his more draconic features make an appearance, his cock swells into an absolute monstrosity. It's not unusual for him to slip into his more primal form when he's balls-deep inside your sweet little hole. He can't help it when you fit so perfectly around him, squeezing him so deliciously that his control crumbles. You'd be sobbing and crying like the helpless cum dump you devolve into whenever he's got you wrapped around his cock, but since you never beg him to stop, he doesn't.
He's so careful with you, or at least he tries to be. With his claws digging into your plush thighs as he hold you in place, he can see just how tiny and delicate your body is compared to his, especially in this form. Your tight hole stretches obscenely around his cock. The sounds coming from your drooling lips were just as shameless as the loud, wet squelching around his base. Your mind was completely empty, all coherent thoughts forced out as if his cock was pumping air straight into your head. You wouldn't be surprised if you started to float with the way his thrusts were lifting your back off the bed.
"Z-Zhongli..." You choked on his name.
It felt so good, you wanted to say, but all you could muster were cries of ecstasy as he fucked you even harder. Loud grunts punctuated his every stroke. The air pulsated with Geo energy, vibrating in sync with the part of him that was buried deep inside you. Your ears rung as your body trembled. You could feel his every throb, hear his labored breaths. Even your hearts beat in unison, strung together in a desperate frenzy.
You stole a glance at your lover. If you had the mental capacity, perhaps you'd reach for his horns. They looked so pretty, glowing faintly in the dimmed bedroom. His striking amber eyes were also fixed on you, gaze raking down your body. The intensity in them culminated when he saw the way the tip of his cock formed a visible bump underneath your otherwise flat stomach. A furrow appeared between Zhongli's brows as he took in the erotic sight. His cock seemed to be growing in size, stretching your poor pussy beyond its capacity.
"My dear..." He swallowed thickly. "Am I hurting you?"
You shook your head, teary eyes falling on his concerned face. "I-I can take it, all of it..." You panted, gaze dropping to eye the rest of his cock.
The girth should give you second thoughts, but the rational part of your brain had been bullied into oblivion and would not be working properly while your legs were shamelessly spread for him. Although he was the one who asked, he did not anticipate the way your answer would affect him. The way you said it, like a whispered prayer, he could not deny you. He should've, but he was just as aroused as you were, far too eager to indulge your whim against his better judgment.
"Very well, you shall have all of it then." He utters into your ear as he resumed the treacherous task of attempting to fit the entirety of his cock inside of you.
You wailed as Zhongli sheathes himself deep, each thrust more urgent than the last. You could feel the tip of his cock grinding against the inside of your belly, along with the seams of your unraveling sanity. If someone where to peer down at you right now, they'd be able to see his monstrous cock moving inside of you with the way your belly heaved and sunk with his rapid movements. Every time he pulled out, you deflated. The moment he stuffed himself back inside, you were full again. He had reduced you into such a simple creature, satisfying you in the most basic way.
"Darling... oh..." He groans, unable to find words to describe how incredible you feel wrapped around him.
Your precious hole had been stretched beyond his wildest imagination. He was so afraid he'd hurt you at first, but when it was clear you could handle it, the last layer of his self restraint shed away. The sight of his tip bulging out of your belly whenever he bottomed out had him overflowing with lust. The primal urge to breed, the thought of stuffing you so full of his seed that your belly rounded gripped him in an instant.
"Ah! Zh-Zhongli!" You gasped as you felt his cock swell even more. "I'm close!"
A prominent knot had formed around his cock near the base. Your lips parted to release a decadent whine as he managed to lodge himself inside your hole just before you fell apart. Zhongli shuttered as his climax chased yours. He exploded into your womb from the sheer intensity. His seed rushed in and filled you to the brim in a matter of seconds, but there was still so much more coming.
Your eyes snapped open as your lips parted in shock. With his cock plugged up in you, the unending rope of cum shooting out of his tip had only one outlet, you. Not a drop of it could escape the seal his knot created. You whimpered as he held you still, ensuring that you received everything he was giving you.
The unmistakable sensation of bloatedness made you look down to find your belly inflated like there was already life inside it. Your lover had come so hard, emptied so much cum into you that you had inflated like a water balloon.
"Apologies, love." He panted against your ear. "It appears I have gone overboard."
You gave a feeble whimper as you struggled to adjust to the massive load Zhongli had just deposited inside you. It took a good two minutes for you to come down from the weightless euphoria your lover had sent you to.
"I did it, see?" You grinned weakly at him, a rosy flush still clinging to your cheeks. "I kept my word."
Zhongli chuckled, his deep rumble vibrating against your ear as he nuzzled against your neck. "Indeed you did, my love. You took me very well."
He let go of your thighs to tenderly stroke your raised belly, filled with his seed. Was this what you'd look like, belly swollen with his brood? The image ignited something deep inside of him. He had laid with you countless times, but this was the first time he allowed himself to indulge so unreservedly. It wasn't that you wouldn't allow him to before. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself every time he made love to you, but there was always a part of him that he had to hold back.
It was for your own good. You were human afterall and your body wasn't meant to take everything he longed to give you, including children. He would never knowingly risk you, groveling at the mere thought of putting you in harm's way. A thousand thoughts fluttered through his mind at that instant, but at this one crystalline moment, he only focused on one. Unless you ask him for children, he would not burden you with them.
With a pained groan he tugged his knot free and released the flood of cum that had been held captive inside you. Your belly deflated as his warm load seeped out from between your legs. Your eyes met his in curiosity as his palm slid down from your belly, resting against your womb. A tingling sensation bloomed underneath his hand. When he lifted it, a faint shimmering mark adorned your skin briefly before fading away. You didn't bother to ask him what it was, trusting him completely.
"What's on your mind?" You asked him instead.
He gave you a gentle smile. "How beautiful you looked just now, my dear."
"You like how I look knocked up?" You teased him. "Maybe you should bree—"
"Tut tut!" He pressed a palm against your lips, sealing them before you could finish the sentence. "I said no such thing."
"But you were definitely thinking about it, weren't you?" You said as soon as he withdrew his hand.
"That can be a discussion for another day. We should get ourselves as well as this mess cleaned up." He suggested, clearing his throat as his eyes fell on the ungodly amount of cum glazing your thighs and soaking into his silken sheets.
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thanosscross · 20 days ago
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My Pain in the ass - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 2
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Summary: After getting sick, Seung Hyun was quick to make sure his favorite girl was taken care of, not realizing he was showing not only you but his bandmates also, how much he truly cared about and loved you
Warnings: None <33
The next day you had the morning off, thankfully, being able to spend it with the boys after what felt like forever of nonstop working. Tiredly sitting up in your bed, you looked around for any of the boys, only seeing empty beds instead.
You made your way out of the room, your blanket being tightly wrapped around you as you entered the living room, looking at the four boys pouting "Why didn't anybody wake me up for breakfast?" You mumbled, watching as they all sat around, left overs from their breakfast sitting on the table, you slowly made your way to Seung Hyun silently, telling you were still exhausted, he just raised his arm, knowing better than to mess with you while you're still waking up. Moving to lay down against his side you sighed "You were still sleeping, we figured put yours in the warmer until you were up" Seung Hyun assured, going back to focus on his book, you just curled up against him, closing your eyes again.
"Y/n/n" You heard a deep voice pulling you back out of your sleep, feeling two lips press against your forehead before being shaken lightly "Sweetheart, wake up, we have to get going" Seung Hyun huffed, glancing at the clock and then the boys "I told you! Like a cat!" He huffed crossing his arms, trying to stay annoyed but as you shifted, taking his hand in yours, even in your sleep, it melted his heart. "Well she's got to get up" Ji-Yong frowned walking over "Why has she been sleeping so much?" He asked as he went to pat your cheek, as his hand made contact with your cheek, he felt how warm you were "Nooo! Shit!" he cursed, you all had a show tonight and rehearsals in an hour, and you were still asleep feeling like you just came out of an oven or heater. Looking in their friend's direction, they slowly walked over, watching Ji-Yong run a hand through his hair "She's sick. Think about it, whenever she got sick last time? She basically slept for three days straight" He huffed, crossing his arms "We're going to have to call YG, they're going to be pissed it's so last minute" He rambled, it wasn't that he was upset with you, just stressed as hell, he knew this would upset a lot of fans, especially the ones specifically coming to see you.
You were left at home, Seung Hyun making sure you had everything you needed before they left for rehearsals and their show. Their show went good, YG staff only being slightly frustrated with your absence, but Seung Hyun couldn't help but feel guilty as he performed. Ever since you joined BigBang, you and Seung Hyun had based your chorography off of each others, so with you not being there, he felt like he was leaving you out and like he was alone. The feeling didn't leave his chest until they all arrived back home around 3 in the morning, as he kicked his shoes off at the door, he made his way towards the bundle of blankets on the couch, noticing your water and dinner still untouched he sighed. As the living room light came on, you groaned loudly, trying to pull the blanket tighter over your head "No, come on" Seung Hyun demanded sternly, for the first time since you met Seung Hyun he grabbed your hand, pulling you off of the couch and on your feet "You're taking a warm bath, and eating, then two cups of water, and you're going to bed" He explained, tiredly walking to the bathroom, leaving you standing in the doorway as he disappeared into the bedroom, whenever he came back in, he held your swim suit and some night clothes. "Change into these, and call for me" He said as he handed you the swimsuit before stepping out of the bathroom, he hated seeing you sick, you always looked so sad and miserable compared to your usual giddy self, not to mention you would stop taking care of yourself entirely due to lack of energy.
Whenever Seung Hyun helped you out of the bath, you tiredly leaned against him, grunting softly as he wrapped an arm around your waist helping you move to the bedroom, holding the towel around you as tight as he could along with his robe he had grabbed for you. That was the others' sign that Seung Hyun had finally fallen for you, that man hated being sick, and germs, whenever one of the boys were sick, he had made a point to get a hotel room, just so he wouldn't get sick. Here he was though, helping you move around, helping you wash your hair, without a single complaint. Seung Hyun wouldn't dare complain, he knew you needed him, you had told him multiple times you felt safe around him, even admitting he was one of the only guys you trusted with your life and safety, knowing he wouldn't dare risk either of them. As you tried to crawl onto the bed, Seung Hyun stopped you "Aein, You can't sleep in a soaking swim suit" He chuckled as he grabbed your clean nightclothes, closing his eyes before he started taking off your swimsuit and changing it out for a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies. Once the hoodie was pulled down over your chest, Seung Hyun opened his eyes again, leaning forward quickly to let his shoulder catch your head that slowly fell forward.
"Oh, Aein" He whispered sadly, helping you back onto the bed, keeping his hands on your shoulders as you slowly leaned back until your head hit the pillows "Sweetheart, You need to keep yourself hydrated" He whispered, shaking his head as you just pulled the covers over your face tiredly. Knowing you wouldn't budge, Seung Hyun just climbed into your bed next to you, sighing as he placed his arm over your waist.
It took three days for you to be back to your usual self, Seung Hyun quick to return to his usual self as soon as he noticed you were okay. As you approached the rehearsal studio you made eye contact with the boys, all four of them smiling excited to see you back up and moving. As you entered the room, you immediately rushed to Seung Hyun, hugging him tightly "Noo! Go away! Germs! Get away!" He shouted raising his arms in the air, you just squeezed him tighter "Thank you for taking care of me" You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his hands, respecting his wishes of not wanting to get sick. Seung Hyun rolled his eyes playfully "I just didn't want to continue doing your parts for shows, your dancing is way too feminine for me" He joked, you just giggled, knowing damn well one of his favorite things to do was to mimic your chorography, especially whenever he was drunk. "Thank you.." You repeated, hugging him one last time before turning around to thank the others for helping you with you not going to the show. As you went through rehearsals, you couldn't help but notice Seung Hyun's eyes on you as you followed the moves you had learned a few weeks prior. As you spun your hands in front of you slowly, you rolled your body forwards with each step you took before spinning around, swinging your arm above your head as you swiveled your hips around. Looking over your shoulder behind you at the mirror, where the crowd would be if you were performing, as the bass of the song started to fade, you slowly kneeled down before holding your pose as the music ended.
Whenever you turned around, Seung Hyun had his hand over his mouth, gripping his own jaw as he dragged his hand down his face watching you closely. "Stop staring like that!" You gasped blushing brightly as you caught him, He just blushed as he looked away from you "I can't help it! It's so..different!" He protested as you marched over, poking his chest playfully "You're different" You joked, taking his hand in yours, much to his protest "And you're weird" He shot back, laughing as you gasped in shock "How rude of you!" You laughed, blushing brightly whenever you felt his hands on your waist, swaying you softly as you both spoke to each other.
Whenever you arrived home, it was like usual, you had gone straight to the couch, flopping onto Seung Hyun's much to his disliking. "Why are you so obsessed with touching mee!?" He shouted as he whined, trying to move himself out from under you without causing you to fall. "Because You're hot and nice" You huffed, hugging him tightly "Why won't you accept my love?!" It was your turn to shout and whine, growing frustrated with him, he had been acting weird with you all day, and it was starting to upset you now. "Because I love you in a different way!" He huffed before realizing what he had said, you looked at him in shock, letting his words process in your mind before you took a deep breath "Like how?" You asked, messing with the threads of his sweater nervously "Like..I want to kiss you like the other day but all of the time" Seung Hyun admitted shyly, you hid your blush behind your hands before looking at him "Why don't you?..You don't have to ask me...not you" You whispered, biting your bottom lip as you watched his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, taking a moment before pressing his lips against yours firmly. As your lips moved together, Seung Hyun held onto you tightly as you laid on top of him, your lips feeling like pure clouds against his. Slowly pulling away, you bit your bottom lip giggling "I love you too" You whispered shyly, noticing his bright smile that you swore was contagious.
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pinkslipxox · 4 months ago
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Summary: Billie surprises you by coming home in the middle of the night
Warnings: fluff 💗
My first Billie Eilish fic! Enjoy xx More Young Miko content coming out tomorrow 🙈🫡
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As much as Billie loved touring and seeing the world, nothing could even come close to compare her love for you. It has been a long four months since you’ve last seen each other. Some days were harder than others. Especially for Billie.
She’s planned everything down to the last hour, minute, millisecond. By the time Billie touches down in L.A., she knows that you are already fast sleep. In fact, that’s exactly how she planned it to be. Her heart is beating out of excitement, and all she can think about is getting home to you. She even pays the driver ahead of time so she could get to your house faster.
After what it feels like an eternity later, the car finally slows down to a halt in front of yours and Billie’s shared home. She’s careful not to make any noise as she enters the house, placing her carry-on luggage by the door and kicking her shoes off. Billie can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as she sinks in the feeling of finally being home again, even if it’s for a brief moment. There is truly no place like home.
Especially when you feel like home to her.
Billie’s heart flutters as she tiptoes into your shared bedroom. Your sleeping figure is tucked underneath the sheets and duvet, the only audible noises being your soft snores and steady breathing, and Billie can’t help but admire you for a moment. You’re as beautiful as the last time she saw you, and she swears that she can see a hint of a smile on your pink lips. God, she’s missed your lips more than anything. And not only that. She’s missed your touch, your warmth, your smile— everything.
Refusing to wait any longer, Billie strips her clothing off and slips under the covers with you. The moment she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you close to her, she feels as if the missing piece of her puzzle has finally been found again. She inhales your scent, finding comfort in the sweetness and familiarity of it, and nuzzles her face into your hair. Everything that has brought Billie to this moment has been worth it. Because in her eyes, you’re always worth it.
“Billie?” your soft voice is like music to Billie’s ears.
“Hi, angel. It’s me,” Billie whispers into your ear, kissing the skin just behind it. Your stir in her arms, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you turn to face her. A smile instantly spreads on Billie’s upon looking at your tired yet adorable face.
“You’re home,” you murmur, the happiness evident in your voice.
Billie chuckles softly and holds you tighter. “Yes, baby. I’m home.”
You mumble something incoherently before falling back asleep. Billie’s heart swells and gently repositions you so that your head is laying on her chest. Kissing the top of your head, Billie slowly joins you in a deep sleep, happier than ever to be back home.
Back in your arms.
Where she’s always meant to be.
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lovebugism · 1 year ago
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Ok but what about Eddie dating a reader who snores and the gang is like wtf but he finds it cute.
ty for requesting anon! this is dedicated to everyone who gets sleepy at 5pm like i do hahah — eddie's girlfriend falls asleep during movie night and it's a big deal in the sweetest way (sleepy gf!reader, established relationship, 1.4k)
fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)
A masked serial killer slaughters a group of pretty teenage girls. Their screams are high-pitched and painfully artificial. The murderer’s chainsaw is way too loud and far too dramatic a weapon. The bright red blood splatters across the baby pink bedroom in several obnoxiously vivid splotches. 
Eddie Munson has never been more grateful to be alive in the golden age of slasher films — the absolute peak of godawful cinema.
He turns to the pretty little thing dozing on his shoulder and grins quietly to himself. 
You’re the purest essence of beauty in all forms, but especially compared to the barbaric horror flashing across the television screen across the room. In the darkness, the neon glow paints you in varying shades of blue, green, and dark red. 
You’re so pretty it hurts.
Eddie didn’t think he could love anything more than dumb slasher movies. Not until he met you, anyway.
“Tired?” he whispers to you when your lashes flutter across the apples of your cheeks.
It’s hardly seven o’clock — the sun has just barely set over the horizon — and more than anything, the tiny trailer is filled with fake screams and faker blood. Most people would be too horrified to be so drowsy. Not you, though.
Everyone’s always admired your relationship with sleep, but maybe just a little extra now.
Your features are blurry with the longing of slumber. They scrunch in refusal when you shake your head, cheek rubbing against the soft cotton of Eddie’s thrifted tee. “No,” you hum with a softness that says otherwise. “‘M just cozy…”
Everyone knows what that’s code for.
All the gang was over for movie night — some more begrudgingly than others (Steve, namely). The brunette boy shares a side eye with Robin on the other side of the couch before both of them turn to look at you. 
Lucas sits on the floor and stuffs his face with popcorn, which he almost chokes on when he laughs. Max giggles at the boy in response from where she’s sandwiched between him and Dustin.
Each of them can practically count down the seconds until you’re fully asleep.
You inhale once — deeply, sharply. The curly-haired boy turns his wrist to check his watch. 
“7 p.m…” Dustin observes with raised brows. He nods to himself like he’s impressed. “That’s gotta be some kinda record, right?”
“I’m pretty sure she was out by six when we were at Steve’s yesterday,” Robin tells him as she leans over Lucas’ shoulder for the popcorn bowl he’s holding hostage.
“Full on snoring by six-thirty,” Steve concurs through a mouthful of candy. “And her legs were on my lap, too, so I couldn’t move for, like, two hours.”
“What about last movie night?” Max questions with pinched brows. “I’m pretty sure she was asleep before it even started.”
Lucas shakes his head. “She was just napping, right? I’m pretty sure she woke up, like, halfway through.”
Dustin nods — the official connoisseur of you and all your sleepiness. You had been asleep by the time Steve turned The Outsiders on, but your internalized love for Dallas Winston had woken you part of the way through. 
“It had to be scrubbed from the records,” the boy explains like it’s something a whole lot more official than you just being tired. “It only counts if she stays asleep.”
“What if her eyes are closed, and she’s using your arm as a pillow, and you don’t have any feeling left in your fingers?” Robin questions with narrowed eyes, recounting the events from the last movie night in question. “What about that?”
“Still doesn’t count,” Dustin shakes his head with a feigned sympathy.
Eddie listens to them with a distant smile on his face. They’re not making fun of you exactly, just noticing all your little idiosyncrasies that he loves so much. It’s what makes you you — the quiet, sleepy girl that’s all but the glue of the group. 
If you’re somewhere else when everyone’s all hanging out together, and not snoozing on someone’s shoulder, something just doesn’t feel right.
“Isn’t she the fuckin’ cutest?” the boy muses amidst the light-hearted banter, the horror movie long forgotten. 
His bright smile and twinkling eyes are met with a group of deadpanned stares. 
It isn’t because you aren’t cute, because you are. Why else would Robin and Steve let you use them as pillows even after their appendages have long gone numb? You’re like a cat sleeping on their stomach — it’s too much of an honor to wake you. 
Their dumbfounded gapes are more so a result of Eddie’s adoration for you. Because you’re you, and Eddie’s… Eddie. 
You’re polar opposites. 
You’re quiet and sweet and gentle, and Eddie’s never been any of those things once in his life. 
You’ve brought out a softer side of him — one that none of them thought a brash metalhead like him could ever have. He talks to you far sweeter and far more gently than he’d ever speak to the rest of them. Mostly because he knows you get spooked too easily and that you always wince whenever people yell. And his PDA is an innocent kind, full of held hands and forehead kisses and boops to the tip of your nose. 
Eddie Munson is so soft for you that he lets you drool on his shoulder and unknowingly steal all the covers from him when you fall asleep during movie night. 
He’s so far gone for you that he’ll let you drag him to bed when most people his age are heading out to party for the night — just so you can drool on him and take all the covers from him in his bedroom, where you can sleep more comfortably than on the couch.
It’s all so sweet, it’s downright disgusting.
“It’s gross how in love the two of you are,” Steve monotones, the only one brave enough to say it out loud even though they’re all thinking it.
“I know,” Eddie affirms with a wide grin. “It’s amazing, huh?”
They all grumble under their breaths about it, obviously not as mushy with adoration as he is. 
It isn’t his fault they’re miserable because they don’t have their own soulmate who gets tired at 5 p.m. and snoozes on their shoulder accordingly. They’d be a lot less crabby if they had someone like you to gush about. 
Not you, though. ‘Cause you’re his and everything. But someone just like you, maybe.
Everyone dissipates when the credits of the movie start to roll — either to get more food, or use the bathroom, or stretch their aching limbs. 
Eddie stays unmoving. He doesn’t want to wake you up.
You begin to rouse on his shoulder, shifting as you wake with a deep inhale-exhale. Your eyes flutter slowly open, and through the haze of sleep, you notice the empty living room and the scrolling names on the television screen.
“’S the movie over?” you question, slurred with the heaviness of slumber.
Eddie nods lazily against the couch. 
He’s about as tired as you are now, with his legs cocked up on the coffee table and his head lolled back against the cushions. “Yeah. It’s okay, though. You didn’t really miss anything,” he assures with a crooked smile.
“Didn’t mean to fall asleep…” you murmur, like you’re embarrassed to have slept so soundly.
“I know,” the boy hums softly to you. “’S okay…”
Your temple rests against his shoulder once more. “Wake me up before you start the next movie?” you ask when Eddie presses a lingering kiss to your hair. Your eyes are already fluttered shut again.
“Sure,” he answers, despite lacking any real intention to wake you. 
He’d much rather let you sleep. He knows you need it. He doesn’t mind that you get tired before the sun has set, even though he knows how much you hate it. He couldn’t love it more, personally.
So, he lets you fall back asleep on his shoulder and tries to ignore how much it makes his heart swell. His ribcage shakes with the intensity of how much he loves you — how privileged he feels that you trust him enough to drool on his shoulder and not be embarrassed about any of it. You know he loves you too much for any of that.
“She still asleep?” Steve questions when the gang settles back in the living room. He rattles M&Ms in his palms before chucking a handful into his mouth. When Eddie nods, the boy snorts. “I’m glad it’s your arm falling asleep this time and not mine.”
Eddie’s glad for it, too.
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michelle-is-writing · 7 months ago
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Unsuspecting Suspect, Spencer Reid
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In movies, the "pregnant women always have to go to the bathroom" is a popular joke to use. However, what most people don't realize is that the joke is highly played down. What you see in movies is nothing compared to what really occurs.
What really occurs is getting up from bed after only five minutes of getting comfortable to go to the bathroom for the fiftieth time that day. Not to mention you've become so used to the bathroom that you don't even have to turn the lights on or anything - you already know where everything is. Plus, if you're me, then that also means picking up your husbands lazily discarded pants that are crumpled up on the floor with his gun and all of his badges still hooked on there just so you can wash your hands.
"Spencer, I know you've worked long and hard," I start, picking up his wrinkled slacks from the bathroom floor. "But if your pregnant wife has to continue bending over and picking up your pants every time she has to use the bathroom because your daughter seems to think my bladder is a punching bag," I begin taking everything off of his belt. "Then I might just have to use you as a punching bag."
"I'm sorry!" I hear him apologize from the bedroom, an ounce of laughter behind his voice. "I forget and just leave them there - I'm sorry!" Spencer repeats himself, making me bite my lip from laughter. He has eidetic memory, and yet, he still 'forgets' his pants when he takes them off everyday he comes home from work.
Taking his badge off his belt and placing it on the counter, I begin dismantling everything else as well. The last thing to remove is his gun and holster, and with this clunky thing, I try as hard as I can to not let it make a sound as I put it on the countertop. Spencer has been very quiet for the past few minutes, and if he's fallen asleep, I don't want to accidentally wake him up.
I just hope he's not quiet because he's worrying himself sick. As of lately, he's had a stalker that the BAU can't seem to figure out who they are. They know they're male, going by the style of handwriting, and they know he has a pattern. Every Tuesday, a letter is sent to Spencer's desk at the BAU, and yet, there's never a return address or fingerprints to go off of. Today was Tuesday, and for some reason, Spencer didn't receive anything. It worried Spencer a lot, but I'm just hoping the stalker has given up; however, his previous letters show no sign of him doing this which makes this all more worrisome.
"No, no, please," I hear Spencer's voice from the bedroom once more, making my eyes go wide as I quickly catch onto the fright and panic in his tone. Who is he talking to? Especially when I've been in this bathroom no longer than five minutes, and I didn't hear a phone ring or anything.
"You are Spencer Reid," My ears catch a very unfamiliar voice, causing me to fully come to a halt with Spencer's revolver still in my hand. Who the hell is in my house? And how the hell did they get in?
Silently padding over to the bathroom doorway, I try as hard as I can to crack open the door enough to see who's in our house. As I do so, I feel my heart beat a mile a minute, and the little girl in my stomach still hasn't given up on her kicking assault. "Your birthday is October of nineteen-eighty-one. Your mother,"
The man pauses to laugh, appearing as if he were trying to mock Spencer; I take this chance to open the doorway as much as I can without alerting the man, and thankfully, it seems to be a success. "The poor old broad can't decipher through her own mind - never has been able to," The man continues. "Finally, you turn eighteen, you send her away, and you go on to live your own life in college and, soon enough, the BAU,"
Slowly peeking around the corner, I see the man talking to a very wide-awake Spencer with his gun raised at him, no mask concealing his face. Instead, his entire body is covered in black material spanning from a dark turtleneck all the way down to pitch black slacks and charcoal boots. Yet, his head and face are completely visible to anyone who sees him, and going by the fact that he's doing such a thing, he thinks he's going to get away with it and not get caught. Not on my watch.
"You've spent- no, wasted! Wasted nearly eleven years of your life on a job that prevents you from actually having a life!" At the mans words, I squint my eyes while readying Spencer's gun in my hands. "Face it, doctor Reid - you are nothing! I am smart - we are smart! But you have married yourself to your job that doesn't need you; it needs me," with that, the man pauses once again, but this time, he begins to pant, obviously worked up over what he's been saying. This guy has to be one of the most conceited guys to walk the earth.
"Now," The man states, leveling his eyesight with the gun once again. "Was there anything I missed?"
At this point, I come around the bathroom corner with Spencer's gun raised at the man. Through the sights, I see the two small pieces of metal lining up with the mans head, and in my peripherals, I see Spencer warily nod his head as he glances over me with extreme and utter nervousness.
"Uh, y-yes, actually," my husband answers, swallowing down his worry as the fate of his life rests at the tip of my fingers. Now that I think about it, if it weren't for Spencer's bad habit of leaving his pants in the middle of the bathroom floor, I wouldn't have the ability to save him right now.
Just as the man turns around, I line up the sights with his head once again as I pull the hammer back, the trigger following soon after. Watching as the man quickly goes down with no life left in him, only slight convulsions surging through him now, I slowly let my hands fall back to my side as the realization of what just occurred passes through me. I just shot someone... someone who was threatening my husband's life, but still! I've never done that before, and I never want to have to do it ever again!
Within a few moments of my eyes widening in shock, I feel Spencer take me into his arms while slowly taking the gun out of my hand and tossing it onto our bed. "You did so well, love," Spencer assures me in my ear, making me slowly sit on the ground with him as shock runs through me. I'm so stunned by what just happened that I can barely breathe. "You did good, baby, you did so good. I'm so proud of you."
Despite Spencer's words running through my head, I find myself suddenly gasping as I realize something. "Baby! The baby!" I almost shout, turning my head toward Spencer as my now free hand falls to my thirty-week old bump. "Spence, the-the noise, the noise! Could the noise have hurt her ears?"
Immediately, Spencer shakes his head before moving to place his hand on top of mine, his other hand raising at the same time to wipe away the sudden rush of tears falling down my face. "No, no, she's fine, (Y/n), she's fine," Spencer assures me, gently rubbing his thumb against my clothed belly. "The muscles and amniotic fluid protect her, so when the noise does reach her ears, it's extremely muffled," he further explains, gently taking my face into his hands to turn me toward him. "But I am going to have a medic look over you and the baby when they get here, okay?"
Keeping my eyes on his, I nod before laying my head against his chest, a small sigh falling from my lips. "He was the stalker, right?" I ask Spencer, my eyes flickering up to his face as his hand reaches down to gently card through my hair.
Spencer simply nods. "Yeah, he was," he tells me, making me shake my head. "The way he spoke, it's how he wrote his letters," Spencer further explains, "He was an obvious narcissist with a superiority complex - just like his letters."
That would explain the man's words from earlier and how selfish they all were. Although, what if the cops don't believe us and arrest me in spite of what's been going on? I know Spencer wouldn't have gotten in trouble shooting him as a BAU agent, but what about me?
"Spencer, am I going to jail?" I immediately ask, my eyes growing wide as panic sets in my chest.
"No, no, you aren't, and you need to calm down," Spencer tells me, holding my head to his chest as he kisses my temple. He's trying to comfort me while also preventing me from looking over at the dead man currently lying on our bedroom floor. "You did nothing wrong, that was self-defense, and you protected me as well as save me from the man who was going to kill me, no doubt," he points out, his voice growing softer with every word. "You're awesome, love."
In response to his comment, I find myself lightly laughing with tears rising to my eyes again. That's what I usually tell Spencer when he gets back from a case and they successfully stopped a killer. Even if the case goes awry and Spencer returns home sad or disappointed in himself, I still remind him of my usual compliment. Now, much to my disbelief, the roles have reversed and now it is me who has stopped the bad guy.
Once my breathing is slowed and my panic has settled down, Spencer helps me go back to our bathroom where he makes me stay. Without wasting anymore time, Spencer grabs his phone from his side table and dials the police before walking through the house with his gun in hand to make sure there are no other intruders. Thankfully, there isn't, and Spencer soon returns to the bathroom to take me out to the living room, getting me as far away from the dead body as he can all the while making sure I remain comfortable.
Sitting behind me on the couch, Spencer makes me lie between his legs as I rest my back against his chest, his right hand rubbing soothing circles against my bump while he uses his other to dial up his team. Thankfully, soon of them are still at the office working late when Spencer calls.
"(Y/n) shot the stalker?" I hear Derek's familiar tone over the phone as Spencer explains the situation. As he goes on, the sound of sirens in the distance slowly grow closer, and the only thing I can do is hold a hand to my swollen tummy as our little girl gives the occasional kick to my ribs.
"Yes, directly in the head," Spencer answers Derek with a quick glance over to our bedroom where the dead body remains, the spilled blood from his wound no doubt soaking into floor. I never would have listed 'blood is easier to clean up' as a pro when choosing hardwood over carpet. "She shot like a trained officer."
Spencer's comment warrants a rare chuckle from their boss. "Too bad she wasn't able to help you when you failed your shooting test and needed to retake it," Hotch's voice pipes up from the background, causing Spencer to let out a little 'hey!' in response. In light of the situation, I laugh a little at that. I can remember him calling me after failing it and I had to tell him it was okay. Of course, in his mind, it wasn't.
"I don't fail tests." I remember him telling me, making me laugh. No matter what I said, he still continued on about failing the test, unable to let it go.
"The team will be here in a few minutes, okay?" I hear him tell me, bringing me out of my thoughts and back to the moment. I hadn't even realized he ended the call with his team.
Still, I nod back at him, only a few seconds passing before he's leaning over and pressing his lips against my cheek. "It'll all be okay," He assures me, making me slightly nod with another small shuddered breath. "I promise," He further assures me, sensing my anxiety. "I'd never let anything happen to my hero~"
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tokoyamisstuff · 6 months ago
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Homelander x F! Reader
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Summary: You and Homelander have been official for a while now, but you have yet to understand why things never went beyond a certain line.
Warnings: slight angst, slight manhandling, somnophilia, masturbation, explicit smut, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex
A/N: not proofread as always bc I cringe at my own writing. take it or leave it
Homelander had never learned how to be gentle.
Of course he knew how to touch someone without breaking them if necessary, but there's limits to his self-restraint. Especially when it came to the intimate kind of encounter.
This sadistic side of his was an expression of his desperate need for control, an inability to truly let himself fall and be vulnerable with another person.
For decades his mantra was that normal humans only exist for supes' - and mostly his - entertainment. Your weakness was his thrill, the sheer difference in power so ridiculously high that you might as well be filthy bugs - and Homelander was like a cruel child with a magnifying glass.
Usually his mates were supes themselves and even they could barely handle his violent urges, but you are a mere human. So fragile and precious that it terrified him at times.
What if he loses control in the heat of the moment? What if he breaks you? Or even worse: What if you see him for the monster he really is and run away like everyone eventually does?
A while ago Homelander heard the story about Ice Princess' fling, some Vought employee nobody. She accidentally froze his penis off during climax. Hilarious, honestly. The first time he heard this story he had a very good laugh, and he still can't look that guy in the eye without cackling when he passes him in the hallways.
But now, being romantically involved with one of those weaklings himself, the possibility of something similar happening to you made his stomach turn...
...but of course, as Homelander always does, he chose to ignore the problem at hand instead of addressing it.
Why bother with an unpleasant conversation if he can just prolong this innocent, chaste bond for as long as possible? He'd rather have you like this than unnecessarily putting you into harm's way.
You on the other hand slowly but steadily grew impatient with your boyfriend.
At first you thought he was merely being chivalrous, but it's been three months and still nothing. He's famous, so you had involuntarily learned about his past affairs - and he's definetly not old-fashioned.
Then why is he hesitating so much?
Most of the time you don't dare talking about what's bothering you, simply because any issue of yours seemed so insignificant compared to the horrible things John's been through.
Admittedly, he once literally lasered a guy's head into mush just for throwing a can to his son's head. So while his reactions can be a bit unpredictable, John cares so deeply about the few people he loves that you want to spare him any more trouble.
Unhealthy way of handling things, admittedly.
Last week you had planned it all out: What you could only describe as the perfect date was supposed to continue in his apartment, and you could literally see all blood flow from his brain to nether regions as you entered the bedroom in finest lingerie.
Anyways, you had initiated several times up until now, and initially he'd always go along with it. However as soon as your make-out-sessions turn more heated, he'd abruptly end them and practically storm off.
Everything went so well at first, with you straddling his waist and tentatively grinding against his lap. His hands moved against his will as his resolve crumbled, finding the curves of your body and relishing in the feeling of your exposed skin under his gloves. His jaw clenched as he fought the urge to go all out, fearing dangerous consequences.
A proper dosage of pain can function as aphrodisiac, at least in your opinion. So you didn't tell him to stop, in fact your senses were too clouded by desire to even notice the way his fingers dug into the cushion of your hips.
Yet there was just the tiniest microexpression, just the fraction of a second where your heart sped up and your face contorted in pain...
...and Homelander, shocked with himself, threw you so frantically off of his lap, you landed face firsr on the floor instead of the bed.
Against all reasoning, you laughed hysterically at his not-so-subtle rejection, and god knows you'll tease him about it until forever. But also, understandably, on the inside you were as hurt and confused as never before.
Doesn't make it any better that your boyfriend had been avoiding you like you were the goddamn pest ever since.
Just like today, when Homelander comes home to you way past midnight, double checking with his x-ray-vision whether you were already fast asleep.
John was aware that this topic has been tormenting you for a while now, and while he never intended to hurt you - quite the opposite, really - he also clung to this pleasant illusion he had created with you.
Lucky at cards, unlucky in love, or so they say.
The course of his life had convinced him that all remotely good things happening to him will be taken away again. A farce prepared by destiny itself just to mock him, maybe evening out the scales since he had been blessed with too much power.
On days as shitty as this one however, nothing compares to having someone to come home to - even when he made sure that you weren't awake to confront him. He tosses his boots aside, grateful for you to be a sound sleeper as they fell to the floor with a loud thump.
Your boyfriend's heart sinks as he pulls up the blanket, being greeted by a handprint-shaped bruise on the side of your hip. Seems like it still hurts too much to sleep on that side. His fingertips run over the dark purple-ish mark, a pained groan escaping your throat when he gives in to the temptation to squeeze your ass.
He really is the worst.
Homelander freezes until he's certain you continue sleeping undisturbed, the sound of his own heart hammering against his chest drowning out all other noise. His palm is still lingering on your body, running up and down your sides and earning relieved sighs in return.
Before you'd feel his excitement too much, he manages to tear his body away from you, his erection twitching painfully as he rolled onto his back.
John really had pure intentions when he embraced you from behind, simply wanting to distract himself and fall asleep while cradling you in his arms - yet instead his already hard cock buries itself neatly between your thighs, the friction making him utter vile things.
Damn it Y/N, why the fuck do you always sleep in underwear only?! Is it to taunt him or to test his limits? Because it's working.
A breathy moan escapes his lips as he spread his legs wide, cock already leaking precum when he ran his thumb across the slid. He grabs it fiercely, pumping hard to make quick work of it, while roaming every inch of your skin he can get his other free hand on.
"Need some help with that?"
Shit.
ShitshitshitshitSHIT!
Seems like he was a little too busy with getting off - so much that even his heightened senses didn't catch you waking up to this scene. Your boyfriend had a habit of sleeping naked, so right now there was none of what he did left to the imagination.
"Heyyy sweetheart..." John tried to put on his trusty showman attitude, an awkward grin stretched across his face while trying to cover himself with the next best pillow. "Sorry babe, didn't wanna wake you up. Just go back to slee-"
"And miss out on the show?" you chuckle half-sleepily and he wants to die. He's done worse things in his life, way worse to be precize - so why is he fucking shy nowy just because you caught him? "Aww, you're blushing." He contemplates lasering your lips together to make you shut up.
"C'mon, John, I know you're holding back for some reason, but we don't have to go all out." Shuffling closer to your boyfriend, you give him those damn doe-eyes he can never say no to. "And I'd love to lend you a hand, if you know what I mean."
John instinctively closes his eyes as your face moves closer, lips eagerly awaiting yours...
...but just when you were about to touch him, he takes a hold of your wrist. "Y/N, I-" he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. "Just- just let me go to the bathroom, okay?"
You frown. Worse, the humiliation makes tears dwell in your eyes. Pushing your partner is wrong, but without context you really start doubting yourself here.
Suddenly the stench of fear was lingering in the air, and your heart starts racing like a hummingbird. Trying to calm yourself was a fruitless attempt in front of a man that could perceive almost anything, even your pathetic strangled sobs.
So he was right: You're afraid and maybe even disgusted by his behavior, and just offered yourself to placate him.
Maybe he should just snap your neck to escape the inevitable heartbreak.
"A-Are you cheating on me?"
"Huh?" That question caught him off guard. He was prepared to hear anything, seriously all kinds of insults or accusations, but that? "Are you dense? Why the fuck would I cheat on you?"
And that's when it dawns on him: You are scared - but not of him.
To your defense, he did have a reputation of not being able to keep it in his pants. Maeve had remarked that fact more than once so you wouldn't forget. And him constantly being swarmed by the prettiest celebrities didn't do any good to your self-esteem either.
You're scared of him leaving you.
"Then what is it?" you sniveled, shrinking into yourself as you hugged your own legs. Seeing you like this and knowing he's responsible was somehow even worse than his earlier apprehensions. "You always react as if you got burned whenever we touch. Did I do something wrong, or- or am I not attractive enough?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" John scoffs in an almost irritated tone, unable to refrain from rolling his eyes. Comforting people didn't really come easy to him, even if he hated himself for not being able to let the shielding facade drop just this once. "You're gorgeous and you know that! C'mon, you women are always causing arguments out of thin air. Stop making this about yourself, would y-"
Seeing your glossy eyes turn into a glare at his ramblings made him shut up immediately, but the damage has already been done. "You know what, I'll-" For a while, you sit on the edge of the bed thinking and with every passing second of silence, Homelander's anxiety skyrockets. "I think it's better if I sleep at my own place for a while."
That's exactly what he's talking about, damn it! The line between control and insanity is a thin thread, and he is not willing to take any chances - when it comes to you at least.
"No!" he almost screams at you, jumping up from the bed and pointing a warning finger at you. "You're not going fucking anywhere!" When he sees your wary expression John's eyes soften, instantly regretting his outburst.
Why does he always fuck up? Why can he never seem to keep what makes him happy? Why can't he be what you need?
Homelander buries his face in his hands, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself just like you taught him. "Look, I-" He reluctantly put his hands on each of your shoulders and when you don't flinch away, he starts rubbing circles on your back. You always do it for him when he's upset, so he figures maybe it can help you too. "Please...I'll tell you the truth, okay? Just...don't leave."
You turn around to face him, nodding mutely as he wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Seeing you cry was gutwrenching, moreso when he was the reason. "I..." he helplessly gestures around, wishing there was a script to this like he was usually provided. "I tend to become...rough."
"So?" The initial hurt now turned into confusion, suspicion even about whether he was telling the truth. You defendingly cross your arms, like a barrier so you wouldn't falter before you got answers.
"I'm not made out of glass." Compared to his strenght, you might as well be. "And I can talk. If you become too wild I'll let you know."
Stubborn as always. But he loved that about you, too. "It's not that easy, Y/N." His head falls in defeat and exasperation. John's about to cry himself, and he hates you seeing him anything less than perfect. "I'll hurt you, and then you'll hate me. Or worse..."
Consciously ignoring the worse part, you cup both sides of his face, making him look up to meet your eyes. "John..."
You straddle his waist again, feeling relief now that you finally understood. Peppering kisses across his face and neck you whisper "I was so, so worried you had grown tired of me..."
"Never." Homelander wasn't someone to apologize often, let alone sincerely. The times he did ever since leaving the lab he can count on one hand.
But despite him being...well, him, John knows best what it's like to be plaqued by insecurities. He hugs you tight enough to make you feel the sincerity of his words. "I only wanted to protect you. I never wanted to make you feel this way."
"Next time talk to me from the start, okay?" You smile softly as he aggrees, and he doubts to be deserving of all your sympathy.
Your hands never leave his body, featherlight touch reassuringly calming his nerves. And yet together with the fact that the only thing currently separating your bodies was your thin panty, it was no wonder that his body reacted the way it did.
A moan disrups your conversation when his cock stiffens again, and you can't help but buck your hips against him in response. Your panties were already soaking anyway, due to the friction and his dirty little deed earlier.
The scent of your lust wipe all negative emotions from your boyfriend's mind, replacing them with something else.
"I want you, John" you breathe against his ear and he whines. "We could just take it slowly..."
"I don't know how" he admits, and you smile at his reluctant aggreement. Gently being shoved down on his back again, it feels like he melts beneathe your fingertips. "Then I'll teach you."
Goosebumps rise on his skin as your fingertips ghost over his body, and you lean over for a longdue kiss, so tender and affectionate John thinks he will fall apart.
Homelander's groan gets swallowed by your lips as you pull your panties aside, slick folds now grinding against his cock. Your name falls from his lips in meek whimpers and you refuse to believe this wonderful man could ever harm you.
"Let me take care of you." Shit, how do you always know exactly what to say?
Raking your hands through your hair as you sit up, air gets stuck in Homelander's throat at the sight, making him choke.
You look fucking magnificent.
Hell, he'd pay an artist to paint you like this so he could look at it forever. If only it didn't require another person seeing you naked...
"You know, I thought it was just my imagination..." A mischievous smile plays on your lips now that you think of it. "But my panties have been disappearing a lot lately."
Your boyfriend didn't respond anything else but a whimmer, shame washing over him at being caught. Not that he was really subtle to begin with.
"Speak up" you tease, giving his shaft a soft squeeze and he instinctively thrusts into your hand like a dog in heat. "Did you use them to get yourself off to your fantasies, huh? Naughty boy." His cock twitches in your palm at the words. "From now on, I want you to come to me for release. Always."
"I trust you" you add as doubt is clearly written on his face, voice firm and as unwavering as your loving eyes, driving tears into his own. You lower yourself on his cock, savouring the feeling of being filled out like this. "Mhh...you feel so good inside of me. Will you behave, John?"
"Y-Yes..." was all he managed to wring out, since it takes every ounce of strenght inside of him to not cum to your sweet affirmations right away. John clutches the bedframe so hard that it crumbles under his grip, but to his surprise you don't wince at the sound - quite the opposite, it shot a wave of heat right through your core.
"John...look at me." You guide his hands away from his eyes to cup your breasts instead, looking at him like he's the best fucking thing in the world. The intensity of your gaze causes him to shiver, makes him wanna hide.
Yes, this is too good to be true.
Whatever you see in him right now he will taint with his own hands given time.
And yet he can't stop anymore, now that he's aware of the depht your love helds for him.
You read him like a damn book, noticing his internal struggle so you silence the voices in his head with a passionate kiss. "So good for me, John" you cheer him on, moving your hips at a low pace.
Tension finally leaves his body and he dives his tongue into your mouth, groaning deeply as he moves his body alongside yours. His touch was careful yet bruising, sending pleasant tingles down your spine.
"I love you, John" you cry out as your foreheads touch, eyes never leaving his. "I love you so damn much!"
That declaration was enough to drive him over the edge.
Homelander pulls you as close as close as humanly possible when he stills momentarily, jackknive-like thrusts chasing after his high. The sounds he made as you got filled up bordered on obscene, as did the amount of cum spilling out of you.
"Shit" he speaks breathlessly against your skin, covering a bitemark he had just caused with kisses. "M'sorry..."
And yet he wasn't willing to let go off of you just yet, this amazing orgasm unable to ward off the embarassment of his poor performance.
"Never apologize for having a good time, silly" you chuckle, brushing your nose against his. "I'm flattered, if anything."
John never knew that sex could be so...satisfying, more than just physically. Filled with carefree laughter instead of expectations.
After all, he was conditioned to never wanna disappoint.
"Nah-a-ah." You yelped as he spun you around effortlessly, now him being the one howering over you, bearing his canines like a starved predator. "I refuse to let my goddess go unworshipped."
"John...I'm okay, really. Sex between lovers is not just about that..." And yet when he opens your legs, you don't resist.
He bets you taste just as fucking good as you smell, feisty little thing. Driving him crazy all those weeks. Do you have any idea how hard it was to endure this sweet torture for your sake?!
A shiver runs down your spine when he licks his lips at the sight of your leaking entrance, taking a deep inhale. There's a hunger in his eyes that no sane person could ever comprehend - but you indulged in it, craved in his twisted kind of love.
Heh, you were a goddamn freak just like him all along, isn't that right?
Homelander takes his time kissing a path down to your navel, admiring the marks he left on your body he was now able to see as the lovebites they are. He briefly looks up to assure himself of your consent, an answering smile all he needs to continue.
"Myyyy tuuuurn" he chants so cheerful, you almost thought he had put on his formal persona.
A relieving finger finally has mercy and slides into your already overstimulated sex, making you arch your back when he curls it inside. Pleads and curses falling from your lips as he enters a second one and then another, and you desperately try to move yourself deeper onto him.
"Attagirl!" Seems like his confidence has returned, at least judging by that damn smug smile his tone indicated. The frustrated pout you wore right now was so adorable, he decided to end your misery and bury his head between your legs as well.
You were still fucking yourself on his fingers while he relished the taste of himself on your pussy, before enveloping your clit with his tongue. "That's my fucking girl right there" he mouths as he ate you out, pumping his fingers keenly on your weak spot he so easily found. "Come on, I want to hear you."
When you came it felt like you were ascending to the afterlife, screaming his name at the top of your lungs before collapsing into the sheets.
Your legs had long since gave out but John put them over his shoulders, humping the mattress while his tongue still ran over your nerve endings, shooting jolts of overwhelming pleasure through your system.
"Oopsie" he coos, a predatory glint in his eyes as he crawled on top of you again, his kiss giving you a taste of your own spent. "Made me hard again."
You eyes flutter open after the last bit of your climax had ebbed out, exhausted yet invitingly batting your lashes as your limbs entangled once again.
"Seems like I found the Homelander's weakness."
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vivwritesfics · 10 months ago
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If Your Daddy Knew
The youngest member of the Tillerson family was so sweet, Rhett couldn't help but be enamoured with her. There weren't many other people he would risk climbing through the window of the Tillerson house for. If her daddy knew, there was no way he'd make it out alive (worth it)
Set outside of the canon events of the show
This man has my entire heart lol
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Sneaking onto the Tillerson's ranch was stupid. That was why he didn't tell anybody what he was doing. It was a death wish, but she was worth it.
Rhett went around the back of the house. It was far too big, he had always thought, especially compared to his own house. The Tillerson family had just as many members as the Abbott family, yet their house was nearly double the size.
Fuck, there were so many windows. Rhett tried to keep himself hidden as he decided on a window. But it was all guess work. With no way to tell which one led to her bedroom, Rhett approached the window to his right.
He moved slowly, trying to peer into the dark room. But he could see nothing. Cupping his hands around his eyes he desperately tried to search for a sign that the room belonged to her. Pictures of her friends on the walls, the desk he knew she'd keep so tidy, sheets that were no doubt the comfiest thing skin had ever touched and a stuffed animal he was sure she'd have on her bed.
Suddenly, the door opened and light flooded into the room. Shit. Rhett ducked down beneath the window as Luke Tillerson walked into the room, the room that certainly belonged to man.
With baited breath, Rhett waited, unable to move. He kept his body pressed against the wall as the light switched on, light that shone outside of the window, and the shadow of Luke Tillerson's body approached. Rhett's eyes followed the movement of the shadow as Luke reached up and pulled the curtains shut.
It was only then that Rhett allowed himself to release a breath. All that time he'd been holding it, waiting for one of the Tillerson family, probably Trevor, to chase him away.
He moved to the next window and tried to peer in. But his view was blocked by closed curtains.
Instead of risking it and knocking his bruised knuckles against the glass, Rhett moved onto the next window.
This had to be hers. He could see the colour of her curtains, the bottom of them cream. But Rhett still waited, waited for any sign of her brothers.
But there was none. Nothing Rhett had to wait for. His knuckles tapped against the window and, seconds later, the curtains opened.
In nothing but her pyjama shorts and a tank top, she looked at Rhett. A smile split across her face and she rushed to open the window and pull him into the bedroom with her.
She pressed her finger to her lips the minute he fell into the room with a thud. They were still, waiting for some reaction to the noise they had made. But nobody knocked on the door or walked past it. Rhett supposed the rooms were so large nobody was bound to hear them.
He sat on the end of her bed and began unlacing his boots. "I missed you," she said as she shut the window.
As soon as his boots were on the floor she climbed into his lap. "I missed you too, darlin'," he said as his hands settled on her hips, his deep voice sending a shiver through her.
Her hands were on the back of his neck, playing with his hair as it curled around his ears.
It had been three days since Rhett had last pressed his lips against her own. Three long, miserable days. The groan he let out the moment she leaned in and kissed him.
But immediately she pulled away, so quick it had his hat falling from his head and onto the bed behind him. Her hand quickly covered his mouth as a series of quiet giggles left her lips. "You gotta be quiet, Rhett," she whispered and leaned in to kiss his neck.
She was teasing, not making it easy for him. His hands squeezed at her hips as she moved against him. But Rhett knew he'd never have her in this bed. Not with Trevor, Luke and Billy down the hall.
He slightly pushed her away from him. "This isn't fair," he said, a slight pout on his lips.
But then she climbed off of his lap and Rhett regretted saying anything at all. "C'mon," she said and grabbed his hat. She placed it on her head and sat against her pillows.
Rhett sucked in a breath. "Don't do that to me, baby," he muttered and laid beside her. He pulled his hat from her head, placed it by his boots and pulled her against him.
They laid together for a matter of hours. Or, it could have been minutes. Time seemed to stop and pass too quickly when he was with her. His calloused fingers brushed against the skin over her stomach, dipped beneath her shorts, but he didnt touch her, not in that way. His thumb rubbed over her hip.
"If your daddy knew, he'd kill me," Rhett mumbled and kissed the back of her neck.
She let out a content sigh and rested her hand over his. "I know," she whispered and shuffled back, pressing her body closer to his own. "Trust me, Rhett, I know."
"We have to tell him one day, darlin'," he replied and changed her grip to lace his fingers through her own.
She let out a scoff. "It's not just my dad." She rolled her, her hand against his chest, fingers feeling the beat of his heart. "It's my brothers, too."
"I can take them."
"I don't want you to." She pressed her lips to his neck as Rhett pulled her in closer, his chin resting on her head.
He could have fallen asleep there, holding her body against his own. She was close to it, eyes closed and breathing even.
But, when the hallway light switched on and the shadow of somebody's shoes appeared under the door. "Shit," Rhett muttered.
Within seconds the window was open and his boots were in his hands and he was leaping out of the window. "Wait!" She hissed, rushing after him.
Her hands were on the window, ready to close it. But she couldn't, not without grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.
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"Mornin'," she mumbled as she walked into the kitchen. But she could barely be heard over Billy's singing. She stole something from Billy's plate and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
Suddenly, Billy stopped singing. He didn't trail off, just stopped all together. "What is that?" He asked as he stared at her.
"What?" She pulled open the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice.
But Billy didn't respond.
"I recognise that hat," said Trevor as he walked over and plucked it off her head. "But, it's not yours. You got a boyfriend you haven't told us about?"
Fuck, she hadn't even realised she'd put it on. But wearing it, wearing something that belonged to Rhett filled her with so much joy. Her way of showing him off without showing him off.
"Jesus, fuck," came Lukes voice. "That's Rhett Abbotts hat!"
"Give it back, Trev," she said as she reached for it. But he held it high, too high for her to reach.
Trevor turned around, completely ignoring his sisters attempts. "Well boys, how about we go and pay Rhett Abbott a visit?"
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maisanshine · 11 months ago
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𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙒𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 | 𝙅𝙅𝙆
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Pairing- exfwb!reader
Warnings- angst, cheating, asshole jk and smut literally forgot what I wrote
Wc; 8.7k
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Ever since Jungkook and you so-called "broke up," he has been working up weird habits. He's found himself following you sometimes. He keeps tabs, especially on your boyfriend, Jimin.
Jungkook is disappointed that he didn't try to make your shared relationship better than it was. Jungkook makes his daily rounds on his morning ride. He drives past your shared apartment with Lena, and he sees you walking out in your pink-stained robe.
He thinks to go the other way the run into you accidentally to tease you with a conversation. He missed your voice
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You sit in your apartment, thinking about Jungkook. It is about 6:00 a.m., and the sun is now coming up.
You turn to your right to see Jimin knocked out of your bed. It's been about two weeks since you last saw Jungkook.
You couldn't believe him; he dared to tell you he loved you after everything. Really, what the fuck?
You feel your body heat up, and you carefully walk out of bed. Putting some shoes on. You look ridiculous.
You have black boots on and your PJs on, and your head looks like a sack of shit. But you need fresh air. You walk out of your building with your robe on. Walking through the streets.
You walk off for a while until you land on a familiar path. You shake your head at Jungkook's apartment building. You wince, and you continue walking. Until you hear the sound of a motorcycle driving past you and you turn to see it stop next to you,.
You try and move, but the man takes off his helmet, and of course, it's Jungkook.
"Jesus, don't you think it's too early to be riding a motorcycle?" You say you are trying to move past him.
He stops you, taking your arm. "It's never too early; what are you doing around here trying to win me back?" He jokes, but you whip his arm away.
"What? No, I just went on a walk!" You yell, and he laughs.
"My legs just lead me here, that's all," he nods, leaning into you.
"Then your legs miss me." You don't say anything else, and you storm off yelling once you're at least a good 5 feet away.
"I have a boyfriend!"
"But you don't even like him!" He yells back, but it falls on deaf ears. You're striking off and not looking back.
When you make it back to your apartment, Jimin is walking out of your bedroom, his face puffy from sleep.
Jimin is a beautiful guy; he's nice, and he's very considerate. You don't deserve him.
"Good morning, pretty," he says, and you smile while he places a peck on your lips. "Good morning." You give him a hug, burying yourself in his chest, and he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around your waist and trailing his pointer finger up and down your spine.
It's not that you don't like Jimin; you like him and have love for him. But it doesn't compare to the love you have for Jungkook.
Even though Jungkook wasn't there emotionally, he was there physically. You guys never had a bad interaction in bed.
Jimin is there emotionally, and you haven't slept with him yet to see what the physical interaction would be like.
With all the signs, it seems like you and Jimin would have an amazing relationship if Jungkook wasn't standing like a brick wall in the way.
Jimin drags you into the bathroom with him as you hug him from behind while he washes his face and brushes his teeth.
You stand there and admire his beauty. Put it in the back of your heart. Unfortunately, his name isn't written on it; it's Jungkook's, and it hurts you to know that it'll take a while to print his name on it.
But if he's worth the time, then you'll proceed until it happens.
Getting ready for the day, you and Jimin walk out of your room fully dressed. You see Lena sitting on the island, eating cereal.
"Hey girl," she says, and you smile while Jimin lets go of your hand.
"I didn't expect you to be up," you say, but she smiles, looking like she ate shit.
" I think I have to put the bottles down for a while." Her gaze lingers on Jimin for a while. You laugh, and Jimin grabs his shoes.
"I'm heading to class. I'll see you later, baby." Jimin kisses your lips, and you smile. "See you," you respond, and he goes out the door.
"Ew," Lena says, and she rolls her eyes. "What?" You ask, and she stares at you with a condescending look.
"He just so... I don't know. I don't like him for you." You roll your eyes, taking your coffee back into your bedroom.
"Catch a dick, Lena," you say before shutting your door to complete homework before class.
You sit in the library; it's late. It's about 9:30, but you want to make sure you have everything memorized for your post-exam this Friday.
You see a shadow leaning over you, and you smile at the thought of Jimin finding you to take you out to eat. I raise my head with a smile, but you stare into the eyes of Jeon Jungkook.
Fuck
"Don't you think it's too late to be in a book, baby?" He said his eyes were dark with anticipations. "No, and don't call me that." You're flustered by his words.
He shrugs and pulls the seat out next to you. "Want me to take you home?"
No is your immediate response in your head.
But you sit in silence for a while before answering.
"Aren't you supposed to be at Renji's party" he shakes his head.
"You look so pretty these days."
"Stop," you say, moving to grab your stuff.
"Renji’s party is not where I want to be right now." You shake your head. Walking up out of the library.
"Jungkook, you don't give me at least a bit of peace of mind." He pulls you onto a nearby bench outside.
"I want to talk to you, please. No funny business; we're friends, right?" You look at him and his stupid gaze.
"You have 5 minutes; I'm tired."
"I miss you. I miss you so damn much, baby. I know I'm an asshole. But I hate sleeping alone. Fuck it, I hate sleeping without you. Yeah, it took me to see you with that Jimmy asshole to realize it. But please, I'm trying here." You shake your head at his unwanted confession.
"Jungkook, that's your problem. You tell me these things when I don't want them. And it’s Jimin " You get up. Pacing back and forth.
He stands with you. "But I'm telling you now, baby, please!" You look at him, confused. He really can't understand it, can he?
"Why couldn't you say this when we were sleeping together, huh?" You are yelling now. Infuriated at his audacity.
"Because I'm an asshole, I know, and it took me too long to realize that all I want is you!" You laugh in his face.
"You didn't even give me a chance to save us. You just ended it!"
"You broke up with me!"
"Now I didn't; you asked me if I wanted this, and I said I don't know."
"Sounds like you didn't want it, and you were avoiding me for days!" You nodded, agreeing because it's true you weren't doing it to be a bitch. You were looking for time.
"I was waiting to tell you that I wanted to be with you! You fucking prick. You're so full of fucking shit. I wanted you, Jungkook, every time you just left. All you had to do was hold me after fucking my brains out and stay a bit after. I wanted your affection!"
"I gave you all the affection you wanted, and you look content. Why didn't you speak to me about it?"
"Because you never have time! You're always doing something after! Always...always running away."
You give up. You start walking off.
Jungkook charges behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist. "Baby." You try to yank yourself out of his hold. But can't, you feel the waterworks coming?
"Please, I need you. I need you so damn much. Please. ____"
"You're an asshole."
"I know"
"You don't deserve me."
"I know"
"I fucking hate you, Jeon Jungkook."
"Please, baby, don't say that to me. You're breaking my heart."
You might look like a psychopath, but you start yelling at the top of your lungs, telling him to let you go.
"Let go of me!" You start wailing your hands and legs around like a five-year-old.
"AH!" You scream, jumping and moving Jungkook with you. It's the dead of night, and you're causing a scene. Just get away from Jungkook.
"Please let go!"
"Help me," you said, pinching Jungkook's arm, and he grunted, finally giving up.
Jungkook drops his arms and stares at you in shock, and you run away, heading to your apartment building.
You run upstairs and lock the door behind you. You look out your bay window to see if he's followed you on his motorcycle. He hasn't, so you calm down.
You throw your bag on the floor and head to bed. You don't even bother to brush your teeth; you flop on your bed.
~
You hear stomping and laughing in the kitchen, and it startles you out of your sleep. You get up accidentally knocking your metal water jug off your nightstand.
You crack your door open to see Jimin and Lena standing on the opposite side of the kitchen. "Hey g-girl," Lena says, and Jimin rushes to the trash can, throwing up whatever he drank. You rush to him. Patting his back as he lets it out.
"It's okay; let's get you to bed, babe." Jimin sits next to the trash can, and he is crying. Lena's eyes are wide open.
"Y/N! I'm sorry!" He starts screaming, his strained, raspy voice echoing through the apartment.
"I don't deserve you; I messed up. We fuc-"
"He's drunk; you should get him to bed," Lena says, but he continues.
"No, I don't want to keep feeling like shit. I'm sorry, please. Forgive me, I'll be better!" Jimin's eyes cross between you and Lena.
"What is he talking about?" You stand, and Lena is pale.
"Lena?" You are half asleep, and your boyfriend is screaming and crying as if his life depended on it.
"I don't fucking know! What the hell are you asking me for? He's having a mental breakdown, and you're asking me?" You put your hand in her face, and you drag Jimin to your room.
You're tired, and you'll figure this out in the morning.
~
Jungkook was confused when you went through your little tantrum. He honestly wanted to shut you up with a kiss and drag you back to his car. Bend you over in his backseat and fuck all this we're friends nonchalant bullshit you guys got going on out of you.
But instead, he went to the place where you expected him to be. Getting drunk and fucking girls that aren't you at this bitch ass party.
Minus the fucking bitches' part, Jungkook was standing in the corner like a wallflower, staring at Jimin and Lena violently grinding on each other in front of half the school.
Jungkook smiles at the scene. Think about how you traded him, who was a dick, for a public cheating asshole.
Ridiculous, he thinks as he drinks out of his beer until he feels a hand on his shoulder. Haesol appears in his view.
She has been chasing for, who knows, how fucking long. He gives a dissatisfied look. "You look lonely." Jungkook nods, ignoring her.
"I heard that you and that bitch, Y/N, broke it off." Jungkook looks at her, his face stoned as a rock.
"What do you want?" She cups his chest. As she leans up to him. "You, I heard you a god at it, and I want to go to heaven." She smiled so hard, and Jungkook choked on his drink. He starts laughing frantically.
"Oh yeah, you want to go to heaven." She nods, her hand sliding down to cup his cock. "Good girls go to heaven, not sour pussy bitches that have fucked their whole campus and are trying to pounce on anyone and anything. Get your hand off my dick, you weirdo." Her face drops, and Jungkook walks away, swiping against his chest where she touches him.
"Now I have to go change my pants because Haesol is trying to give me chlamydia!" He yelled for everyone to hear. People freeze, turning to haesol.
"Bro, she got chlamydia; I fucked you yesterday," some guy yells. A loud wave of Oh's sound filled the party, with girls laughing and some cheering.
It's a frat party, so obviously some are going to get embarrassed. Jungkook just took the chance and ran with it.
"Who got chlamydia? We don't need no cornstarch pussy bitches spearing that shit," Hanuel, the host, aka Reni's brother, yells, and everybody points to Haesol, who is still standing in the same spot.
"Get the fuck out; what are you even doing here? Go sit at the doctor." The party brushes into cheering, and Jungkook laughs.
"Get the fuck out!" Hanuel starts chanting, and people join. Jungkook takes his leave and gets on his bike, heading home. He caused enough of a ruckus tonight.
But the only home he wants to go to is yours. You are his home. He made his bed, and he wants to sleep in it with you.
~
You take some Tylenol and walk out of your apartment. You make it to your class, pulling out your notes. Two girls behind are gossiping about the party last night rather loudly.
"Oh my gosh, did you hear about Haesol?"
"No, what happened?" You try to tune out the conversation until a familiar name pops up.
"Jungkook exposed her for having chlamydia, and she got kicked out of the party in front of everyone." Your jaw drops at the news.
A few seconds later, Haesol entered the class, and the girls shut up. She sits next to you, and you give her a slight smile. She nods her head.
"Can I speak to you after class, please?" she says in a whisper. You nod your head, and she smiles. The professor comes in, and class starts.
After class, you and Haesol walk to the local coffee shop. "I don't know if you heard about what happened to me and Jungkook last night. But I just wanted to tell you we didn't sleep together." You nod your head.
"I heard a bit, but why are you telling me we aren't together?" she nods.
"I know I was walking to the party and saw you too fighting outside of the library. I knew you weren't together because of what I heard. He looked mad and wondered if he wanted to blow off some steam. " You nod your head, kind of embarrassed that she heard you fighting with Jungkook.
"In reality, I just wanted to warn you, even if you do get together with him. Can you please tell him to tell everyone that I don't have that shit?" ?
"I'll try to talk to him, but we aren't on the best terms right now. Plus, you can always prove that stuff yourself," you shrug.
"Oh yeah, how," she says passive-aggressively as you look at her. "Go to the doctor, and you post your results on Instagram. Easy. To anyone who wants to taste the truth, you are simple enough to let them have a taste," you argue back, and she rolls her eyes.
“Could’ve just called me a whore”
“Whore”
"Whatever, plus you'd be stupid if you were to get back together with that asshole."
"Trust me, that's not a bridge I want to cross again." You are taking your coffee.
"Sorry for what happened to you," she says, waving her hand. " I was kind of looking for it." She smiles, but you can tell that she is hurt about the whole situation.
"Anyways we aren't together; I'm with Jimin." She turns her head.
"Jimin? Park Jimin?
"Yeah, if you fucked him, good for you, Haesol." She flicks you off but turns serious.
"Really, but last night."
"Y/N!" Jungkook storms up next to you, pulling you out of your chair. You drag yourself away from Haesol.
"Jungkook, what the hell?" You yank your hand away from him.
"Baby, what are you doing with her? She's fucking weird!" Jungkook yells in earshot of Haesol. You look at her, and she's already collecting her stuff and running off.
You turn to Jungkook, you don't think, and you smack him across the face. "The only one who is acting weird and crazy here is you; you tore that girl apart." Jungkook rubs his hand against his face.
"Leave me alone. I never want to see you again." Jungkook falls to his knees.
"No, please." He pleads at your legs.
"Let go of me." You try to kick him off.
"No, I can't live without you; I can't—I-ple—I just can." He stuttered like crazy, and his face was pale.
You look at him, gasping for air. He grips his chest. You get worried and move down to him. "Hey, it's okay. Calm down." You take his face, making sure he looks at you.
"Jungkook, breath. You're having a panic attack." He nods, and you hug him. Bringing your chest to his, you can feel his heart beating as if it were to explode.
" Breath with me, Koo, yeah." You start to take deep breaths, and he later follows. His heart calmed down. You tap his shoulders as you breathe. Jungkook hugs you to his body.
"Please let me try again." silence
"Please just stay for a while."
"Let's get you home, Koo." You stand up together, taking his hand in yours, and walk to his apartment.
The walk is silent; you just breathe through your nose, starting at the ground and checking on Jungkook every few minutes. He starts in the distance.
Making it up to his house, you take off your shoes. He does the same, and he sits on his couch, sighing.
You look around. It's been months since you've been here. The place feels familiar; it smells the same and looks the same. Nothing has changed.
You stand behind the couch, the kitchen island pressing into your lower half.
"Marco?" Jungkook says to you, Smile at the silly game.
"Polo" Jungkook stands, coming towards you. His hands are on your face. He digs his nose into the slope of your neck. Smelling you. Damn, he's missed that smell. The smell of you. You in his space.
Our space
He takes your face in his hand. " What have I ever done for you to hate me so much?" You try to push him away. But he holds you tighter, his grip firm. "I don't hate you," you whisper, his breath warm against your skin. "I love you."
"Jungkook, don't " you threaten. But he just chuckles, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I mean it," he says softly. "I love you more than anything." You feel your heart race as you realize the depth of his feelings for you.
He laughs, "Just one kiss, please " You start pushing him off of you, and Jungkook shuts you up by kissing you. It's so deep, you want to scream in his mouth. You bite down on his lower lip. He groans, but he turns you over, slamming you against the island. He flips your dress up. You feel a rush of fire as he presses his body against yours, his hands exploring every inch of your skin. Jungkook whispers in your ear, "I can't get enough of you." The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, lost in the darkness between you two.
"Jungkook-ah" Jungkook's finger finds your cunt, and you are surprisingly wet. "Please," you beg, unable to contain the overwhelming feeling that consumes you. Your cunt clenching over nothing. Jungkook smirks before giving you what you want, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You moan, but damn, you missed this. "Just shut up. I need you right now, please " His fingers brush past your spot, lightly cursing around the fabric of your underwear covering your pussy. His voice is low and husky, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You can't help but arch your back, craving more of his touch as he teases you with a wicked grin. His eyes darken as he slowly slides your underwear off, his gaze never leaving yours. You feel a rush of anticipation as his fingers finally contact your bare skin, sending a wave of warmth through your body.
"Fuck, babe, I need you." Silence
“Jungkook”
Jungkook plays with the hem of your underwear as his finger plays with your wetness, a slow and lengthy finger massaging its way into your core. His touch ignites a fire within you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. The intensity of his gaze locks you in place, completely under his spell. You can feel the heat building between you; the tension is palpable as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. His whispered words send shivers down your spine, making you ache for more of his touch. Jungkook's presence overwhelms your senses, leaving you craving every moment of pleasure he has to offer.
"Fuck this," Jungkook says before he plunges into you. His fingers are hard and fast. Your cunt is clenching around his fingers. "Always think about yourself," you say. Your face hits the cold granite. His movements are rough and urgent, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The intensity of the moment leaves you wanting more than his finger deep inside you. Lost in a whirlwind of desire and ecstasy.
"Yeah, maybe. What are you going to do, huh?" Your core is burning, and white heat is flowing through your body. You are so mad and wet. But damn, is he taking you right now on his fingers. His thumb rolls over your nub, and you moan loudly.
"J-Jungkook, what about Jim-?"
"Fuck that bitch; he doesn't deserve you. And that girl you live with” you turn, looking at him.
"W-what?" You stare at him. He plants his head on your back. Kissing down your spine. Jungkook fingers his hand deeper than before, and he grips your chest.
"Nothing." You moan as he moves to your nipples. Sucking and pulling at the hard point. "No, no, you are lying," you say, shaking your head. He smirks against your skin, his fingers moving faster inside you. "I'm not lying, baby. You deserve so much better." You feel a mixture of pleasure and confusion as his words sink in, and the intense touch overwhelms your sensitive clit.
There is no way you picked another shitty dude. Jungkook kneels, meeting your sopping cunt. "Forget him; we'll worry about it later." His tongue meets your soaking pussy, his tongue licking you up and down.
He moves fast, sinking into you. You're a fucking mess, but you take it. You're already here. You start grinding on his face. He moans under you. Your hands are in his hair. You ride his face, and Jungkook grips your ass. Moving his tongue across your pallet.
Standing up, turn your chest toward him. You pull him up by his hair, yanking his sweats off. "Please," you whine. Jungkook does just that. Entering your heat. You both moan at the sensation. "Fuck, I missed this," he says, picking you up from the floor, your legs wrapping around his waist. His thrusts are deep and intense, causing you to lose yourself in pleasure. You cling to him as he carries you, continuing to explore each other's desires with fervor. He carries you to the nearest surface, still inside you, and continues to thrust deeply. The intensity of the moment overwhelms both of you as you cling to each other.
He bottoms out, fucking you into oblivion. "Forgive me, baby; I'll treat you better, please. I can't live without you." You moan as he slows down, caressing your face.
"Please, baby, please." You nod. He kisses you with his tongue, exploring your mouth.
"Baby, answer," you whimper, your brain not making up any words at the moment. Jungkook pumps his dick into you. You think about him and your relationship. And how are you cheating on Jimin right now? But you don't feel bad. You know deep in your heart. It belongs to Jungkook. You feel a mix of guilt and desire, torn between two lovers. But in this moment, all you can focus on is the intense pleasure Jungkook is giving you. Your mind drifts away from any thoughts of Jimin as you give yourself fully to Jungkook's touch.
"No"
"Why? You think that asshole Jimin is better?" He thrust hard at the sound of Jimin's name. Smacking your ass against his hand. Jungkook puts you down. Turning you around, he slips his cock into you as he chokes you, staring in the mirror across the kitchen. He looks at his mess, which is you. Your hair looks crazy because of his grip and the mascara running down your cheeks. Your face is a bit washed out, too. But he pushes into your heat. Thrust into you again. And millions of times over again. Your body responds eagerly to his every move, craving more of his touch. Jungkook's intensity only adds to the pleasure, making you lose yourself in the moment. You moan his name, feeling the intensity of his desire for you. Jungkook's hands grip your hips tightly as he continues to move inside you with a primal need. Your body responds eagerly to his every touch. His grip tightens as he whispers, "You're mine, not his." Jungkook's eyes darken with possessiveness as he continues to dominate you, claiming you as his own in every way possible.
"No"
Your lip trembles as you start crying, tears fall on your face, and Jungkook's continued fucking you. You whimper, and you hold Jungkook tight, all the emotions slapping you in the face.
You feel your orgasm cresting, and you continue to fuck yourself. You moan his name, grinding against him. He hugs you tight. You both are in sync. Breathing out and looking at each other. He kisses you one final time.
"Be with me," he whispers.
"No, " you say, looking into his eyes.
"We can manage."
"No." You apply. He groans, slipping out of your heat.
You sigh, wiping away your tears. Then you get mad.
"Y/N" You pick up your stuff from the floor. Jungkook sighs, and you storm out of the house. Heading to your apartment.
You have walked up to your apartment, opened the door, and slammed it closed so hard that one of your paintings fell off the wall.
You sits on the bar stool, gripping your hair. Jungkook is just trying to get in your head.
Lena storms out of her room, relaxing when she sees you. She's half undressed, but then her face turns bright red, and she's trying to cover herself with the loose sheet wrapped around her body haphazardly.
You peer into her room seeing Jimin.
"Well, isn't this a view?" You push her out of the way, seeing Jimin in her bed. Fuming, you point to the door.
"Wait, wait, Y/N, please," she pleads beside you. She tries to grab your arm. "Lena, I swear to God that if you don't leave, I'll put you out," you threatened.
"Y/N, you can't do that; I live here."
"Not legally, your name isn't on my lease, and you haven't paid rent in months." Lena tries to reckon with you again, but you've heard enough.
"Y/N, just fucking listen." You turn.
"Just because you can't find happiness doesn't mean others can't be happy." You look at her, confused.
"Lena, you're the one ruining my happiness here. You slept with my boyfriend, you fucking bitch!"
"A boyfriend you didn't even like. You love to play the victim here”, but you turn, slapping her in the face. "Out." She starts crying at the blow as she kneels, begging for your forgiveness. You stare at Jimin, who's on the bed, as calm as he can be.
You pick up his clothes from the floor, launching them outside the apartment. "Hey, what the fuck?" He yells, but you don't listen. You go to your room, remove the whole damn drawer of stuff that belongs to him, and chuck it out the door. You see red, and you're not thinking about what you're doing, and this probably looks psychotic.
Jimin follows you into the room, takes your wrist, and pins you against the wall. "Stop acting crazy; just tell lies." SMACK You push him away, dragging Lena out of your house. Throwing her out in the hallway, not caring if she's naked or her clothes are outside, she can figure that out by herself.
The same goes for him and his car keys, and you close your door.
~
You stand in your apartment as movers take Lena's stuff. It's been 3 days since your fight, and she doesn't dare step foot in the house. You heard that she was moving in with Jimin. You could care less.
You see his car park outside the window.
The movers take her bed and everything she's bought. Eight years of friendship are gone. Yeah, for men you didn't even like, but still. You walk out of your apartment, standing in front of Lena.
She points her head down, and you roll your eyes.
"You own me" she looks up.
"For what?"
"You haven't paid me rent in six months. So, I can either sue you, and you will have to pay a lawyer court fee, and me. Or you can just owe me." Tears fall from her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't know where this all went wrong."
"I didn't even like him; you knew that. I was trying to fix myself. Yeah, being with someone in the midst of a breakup is crazy, but I did that. For me, myself. I wanted to love him. I did. I tried. I tried hard. But it's difficult when a brick wall is in the middle of the way." Lena breaks down in tears, and you kind of feel bad.
"Look, I love you. But he’s just something; I'm sorry if I hurt you; it was just a lot." You nod at her response.
"I won't forgive you now, but hopefully one day we can acquaint ourselves."
She nods, wiping her tears and looking at me.
"I'll try to make it last; if he breaks up with me in two weeks, I'll be fucked," she laughs a bit. You didn't crack a smile.
"Gotta fight your own battles, sweetie."
The movers are finally done, so you walk back into your apartment, closing the door. Starting in the empty room.
You are sitting in your living room, staring at the blank white wall next to your TV, and the Love is Blind episode is being ignored. Your food from earlier forgotten on the coffee table.
A soft knock at the door breaks your daydream. You get up, open the door, and Jungkook stands on the other side.
"Hi," he says with a smile. You focus on him. Your eyes begin to water when you see him. You manage to say, "Hey, Jungkook," while fighting back tears. He enters and gives you a reassuring hug, sensing the feelings you are experiencing at that precise moment.
As he holds you close, you whisper, "I missed you," and a wave of relief washes over you. Jungkook leans back a little and gives you a comforting smile as he looks into your eyes. He whispers, "I missed you too," and then gently wipes away the tears that had begun to fall.
With a sincere tone, he says, "I'm here now, I swear." Grateful for his presence, you cling to him tightly and experience a wave of peace.
With his warmth enveloping you in a consoling embrace, Jungkook draws you in closer. "He whispers, 'I love you,' and plants a kiss on your forehead.
Your soul is soothed, and any fears or worries that may have been lingering in your heart are eased by Jungkook's love and comfort. Knowing that you are genuinely loved and cared for right now causes you to feel at ease. The presence of Jungkook serves as a constant reminder that you are never alone and that maybe.
"Can we try again? I'll be better; I'll be the best." You laugh in his chest and feel a sense of peace wash over you like a warm blanket.
"Yes." Jungkook hugs you tighter, his arms large and tight around your body. "Jungkook, kiss me." His lips meet yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss, sealing your decision to give love another chance. The warmth of his embrace and the softness of his touch reassure you that this time, things will be different. You wrap your fingers through its soft hair as you two move back into the wall.
Jungkook grauts, and you feel his hard bulge against your thigh. Jungkook grinds his body into yours, and you smile at him. "Eager," you say, smiling, and Jungkook lands a passing kiss on your lips. “Very much so” Jungkook's hands are running across your body as the air starts to get thicker, and Jungkook's cock pokes you harder. He lets out a hard sigh. "I need you so bad right now, baby." You feel a surge of hunger as Jungkook's words send shivers down your spine.
With a hungry look in his eyes, he whispers, "I want you more than anything." You run your hands up and down his torso, your hands running the length of his body, feeling the warmth and strength of his muscles beneath your fingertips. " Let's make it right this time; I don't want to rush this." Jungkook breathed into you as he spoke softly, his warm breath tickling your skin. You take his hand, leading him into your bedroom.
You two are walking past the old, empty bedroom. Jungkook stopped in his tracks, peering inside. " I kicked her out. I don't do betrayal."Jungkook looks at you, the silken defying, then grabs your wrist. " I didn't know for long; I found out while I went to Renji's party." Jungkook starts to leave wet kisses on your neck.
You hum in satisfaction. "The same party that you insulted that girl at?" Jungkook hums. "Yeah, but she was assaulting me tho; that fucking Werido was rubbing on my dick mid-crowd; she knew what she was doing." You couldn't help but get turned on by Jungkook's possessive behavior.
You laugh and you kiss him, your tongues brushing. As you pull away, Jungkook's eyes darken with desire, and he whispers, "You're mine, always." His possessiveness ignited a fire within you, making you crave more of his attention and affection. You are lucky to have him back, protective and devoted to you.
"Baby, I’m so happy," Jungkook pulls away for a second, his heart feeling heavy for a second, before he smiles and pulls you back into his arms, whispering sweet promises of forever. "You make me feel complete," Jungkook murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. His words resonate deep within your heart.
His embrace is a safe haven, a place where you feel truly cherished and valued. With Jungkook by your side, you know that you are loved unconditionally.
You close the distance, taking him into your arms to pull him against your chest. You are still standing your knees hitting the back of the bed. Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck so you could kiss him. You rub your left hand against his cock while tracing the bridge of his nose with your pointer finger. A touch, as it contains a kind of relief that can ease Jungkook's tension in any way. With his eyes closed, Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief.
“Put me to bed, and stay in it this time?”
He's planting a kiss on you. A kiss to stay all the nights need. You were whimpering, and Jungkook put his fingers behind your head and pressed his lips into a deeper kiss. You sit on the bed, Jungkook now kneeling in-front of you He's giving you another kiss. He's coming to terms with the fact that he's back with you. Looking for your taste, he draws you in closer while putting his arms around your head. You open your mouth, meeting his begging tongue, and run your fingers through his silky hair.
His left hand is cuddling your face, his hand is reaching as far into your body as your hand will allow, he squeezes your nipple playing with the harden bud. The tension from you body witting. He grunts into a kiss as his body craves your contact, claiming your lips once more.
You two are only separated, but the thin layers of clothes but you can still feel everything coming in contract with body. From yours to Jungkook’s, Jungkook moves away and peels his clothes off. You looking at his toned body and the sleeve of tattoos.
Your clothing comes next. He pulls your shirt open, putting his arm under it. Gently, he takes you in his hand and, as his hand slides up and under your shirt, you press against him. He shudders. You are wearing nothing underneath, and he can sense how warm it is beneath your breast.
He needs you to be so much closer than you are right now as he grabs the bundle of fabric and twists. You rise from the bed to the point where you can remove your shirt. You toss it aside and collapse once more.
After cradling you against his chest and moaning, "So pretty, baby, so soft," Jungkook says. His right hand rests on the back of your head, supporting it while he buries his face in the curve of your neck.
You savor the moment, feeling his warmth and comfort enveloping you. Jungkook's embrace is like coming home after a long journey, making you feel safe and loved. It was so long that your skin unintentionally began to forget his warmth and tenderness.
You mumble, putting your fingers deep in his hair, "I missed you. " You draw him in closer. The pressure of your breasts on his chest is like nothing else. Jungkook keeps his arms wrapped around you and obeys. You approach him and reach out to touch his length.
He lets out a shaky grunt as you run your fingertips over his covered tip. A little mown falls out his lips next. You smile at the sound, knowing you have him right where you want him to be. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you whisper, "I'm going to make sure you never forget me again."
When Jungkook's left hand comes your clit, it naturally goes down your body. To let him in deeper you wrap your leg around his waist. His fingertips sink into your heat, sending lightning through you. "Shit," you mutter as you move away. You grasp his cock and begin stroking it. He grows hard and swiftly.
Similar to how you immediately get his fingertips wet with your essence. You swiftly wrap your fingers around his cock. Your touches are genuine and driven solely by desperation; they are not well coordinated.
With a sigh, Jungkook leans back, and you plant a soft kiss on his lips. Tiny touches, tongue traces, and tingling groans. There is an intolerable amount of tension between you and him. As you tighten your grip on his cock , you stroke him faster.
Your hip is gripped by Jungkook. Sweat is dripping off his skin. As you both give in to your intense need for one another, desire permeates the air. With his fingers sinking into your flesh, Jungkook breathes your name, his breath catching as he does so.
Every touch, every gasp, and every second spent together strengthens the bond between you two. It's just another piece of evidence that the two of you have finally reconnected. “You feel so good," he salutes and shimmys down a bit to get his cock inside. There is no friction, no pain, and no effort. Just bliss and warmth. You savage him with a "holy fuck" as you get closer, beyond your entrance. Your cozy walls surround him. You lay on the on the bed, Jungkook’s body’s towering over yours
This is how deep his thrusts go, and your leg is around him. It seems like you're overflowing with him. Your motions and his are in perfect harmony, producing a rhythm that almost feels natural.
You approach him by his hair and give him a shake while remarking, "Jungkook, you are so good." The darkness intensifies the moment as you kiss his lips and give him a deep tongue kiss. Its sounds become part of the chaotic rutting of your hips. The flutter of the sheets and your own constant, desperation-filled groans are audible to you both. The world disappears at that instant, On the areas where you’ve meet together, sweat has collected. Despite you body being slick from the sweat you pull each other closer as you enjoy the warmth. There is no other way for us to melt together. "I love you." Jungkook whispers in your ear, his voice filled with sincerity and passion. The moment is pure and raw, a testament to the love that burns between you both.
"I love you too" in between your mouthfuls of saliva, but Jungkook is aware of it all. He would know even if words were not used. from the way your pussy is writhing around him your walls and his cock brushing past each other. "You feel so good," you moan and rut against him before your lips suck on his lower lip needily.
“Yeah baby, gunna come for me?”
Jungkook moans and grunts into your ear. He feels his legs tremble as he fucks into you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck”
Furthermore, you are famished. You fuck against Jungkook as hard as you can, and he fucks you as hard as he can. This leads to these intense, flaming thrusts that fill you to the brim with his cock and make you feel every inch of your pussy in return.
Jungkook is gasping for breath in between his frantic groans. You're drenched with wetness, too. There is an undeniable, primitive energy between the two. Jungkook’s cocks is kissing your spot and you feel the white hot heat moves through your tummy.
“Cum inside” Jungkook tugs you in closer while giving you a back scratch. His left hand stills your hips cupping your ass. You can't help but arch into him when he touches you; his passionate passion sends thrills down your spine. You feel your orgasm hitting you and you arch you back up into him. “Yeah baby cum on my dick”
You rolls over onto your stomach Jungkook slipping out of you momentarily. You gain the strength to carry your self lower body onto your knees. Jungkook follows rubbing his cock along your pussy. Jungkook slips back into his legs burning at the intense thrusting but he can fell his orgasm coming to life. The burning heat traveling up his cock
The other leg is bearing down on him, as he penetrates you, you can feel his toned thighs change and tighten. He makes clumsy thrusts that are so flawlessly disorganized that they appear synchronized. It makes the mattress rock.
Because he is now fucking your senses to death, you hardly notice it. This type of fuck serves as a reminder of how he captured your heart and demonstrates why you could never want to be apart from him.
With a groan, Jungkook rests his head on the bend of your neck. He draws you in until his front is on you back. Your knees dropping down to the mattress. Jungkook brings his arm around your neck. Leaving you in a soft headlock as he grained out your and his high.
"Fuck baby" Jungkook exits and gives your neck a hard squeeze as your body feels euphoric. You feel so close to him, pulsating and scorching. He still needs it for a longer time. Even when you are already coming down, he isn't done. He doesn't know if he is holding back because he is avaricious for more or if his body is simply functioning this way at the moment. He requires more. He desires that you remain longer.
Just a bit longer
But a it’s was shot to shit. Few moments later you’re cumming around him your cunt clenching rapidly and Jungkook’s cum inside of you. The long ropes of cum shot so deep inside you fell light headed after.
Jungkook stays in his position for a while letting his body cool down. He places a kiss on you ear.
“We’re doing this again”
“Wha…” you half ass asleep, but Jungkook rolls you over. Moving down to your pussy that leaks out his cum all over the like pink sheets.
“Gotta clean you up” he opens you legs licking long strokes up you cunt. You hum in satisfaction. After a bit. Jungkook positions himself at your entrance. His cock rock solid again.
“I thought you were cleaning me up?”
Jungkook smiles and kisses you check you eye closed as you pumps inside you.
“Well I changed my mind”
“Asshole” you smile, and Jungkook fucks you till you can’t even speak words.
Epoliuge.
"Jungkook, please, this isn’t the time for this." Though you came here on your own initiative and are now bent over in a cornfield, Jungkook was the one with the great idea to get in a mid-field fuck.
You grabbing onto a bench near by and Jungkook pounds into your pussy. The erotic sounds loud in the quiet field away from all the people. Jungkoook fucks you hard and rough not letting you catch at break at any moment.
“You want to keep yelling at me? Now look at you, getting fucked in a field” Jungkook pulls out, his cock pulsating. You try to stand up breath for the first time in 7 minutes but no.
Jungkook positions you downward again. Smacking your ass. You yelp and the sting. With a groan, "Not finished yet," he grabs your head by your hair. Jungkook sliding a his finger against you other hole. You moan, thinking about what his planning .
“What did I tell I’d about you attitude?” You wince not wanting to respond. Jungkook smacks your ass harder. “I asked you a question?”
He always grits his teeth and scowls after a hard fuck, so you can be sure he's doing it now. Ju-Ju-Jungkook" uses a name to trick you. The precise areas that are robbing you of your sanity are where he is pressing his cock into. . "Jungkook! I'm going."
"To cum, go ahead.".
"No, not that"
"baby girl, are you gunna?."
You cling to his arm. He drills you like an animal, into your ass. You scream but Jungkook covers your mouth. You cum, and you juices spill out of you. The mess leaking into the ground.
He fucks you deep into the earth, just as he fucks you deep into a fuzzy state of happiness. Nothing he told you would make sense to you right now. You drool escaping your mouth as Jungkook draws his final breath. Instead, you cry his name while writhing in despair.
Jungkook spits and grunts, "Fuck." He stutters a little in his hips. With a relentless hammering that sends your body into another orgasm, he asks if you "have to go again."
Your voice gave up on you before you could get his name out. You could not breathe either, kneels there on your front, your back relaxed and your mouth parted as Jungkook tore heaven from you. His cock hurts, his balls feel constricted, and the knot in his stomach is becoming worse. He takes a big breath, lets it out through his lips, and lies down. his head in the hollow of your neck.
With a high-pitched moan, he says, "I'm going to cum inside." He falters in his hips but does not slow down. He says in a whisper, "This ass is so damn tight; better not complain if I start fucking it more than your pussy," and keeps pushing. You close your eyes while keeping your right hand on his rigid arm. The need to feel him paint your walls won't go away.
With a tearful "I love you," he lets go. He doesn't stay silent the way you did. He's a noisy person. After a little while, you told him to shut thd fuck up. He was now sucking on your neck.
Jungkook paints you white till his body gives up on him and the paint runs out. The drop is sharp. Even when he finished, Jungkook continued to screw you, so you were never able to calm down. He also feels the need for your hug since he fucked himself so badly that it almost destroyed his damn self.
"So tired," but Jungkook smacks your ass gently as he stands up. Pulling your white dress down and draws your panties up. Even if he pulls you up, you fall back to the ground violently.
"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" He speaks but you don’t even listen. As he attempts to find a way out of the awful field, Jungkook carries you on his back.
You stated to argue with Jungkook when he told you for the one hundredth time that you two were lost in a field of corn.
Which is why you are now being carried out of here folded up like a lawn chair
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Hope this cured your hearts
This is the version on my notes because I posted this by accident so if you read it again this one is a bit different then first version of this mess
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mariclerc · 3 months ago
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Pretty like a flower | cl16
Summary: where some social media comments open up old insecurities in you.
Warnings: fluff, sad reader, reassuring Charles, social media hate.
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Dating Charles is a totally fantastic experience, on one hand you love traveling the world with him and having little memories together, or just spend a quiet day at home away from your jobs. But at the same time, there are bad things, such as the lack of privacy because there are super nosy people who are not the fans, people that think they can take pictures of you every now and then and the fans themselves like to talk too much, especially about you...
The way you met Charles was the sweetest and cutest way of all, you were working at a local flower shop and he came in to get some flowers to take to his mom to decorate her hair salon — a pretty sweet gesture in your opinion, so between some babbling and shy glances at the handsome man, you helped him get the right flowers for his mother. And so the days went by, every week he went to the flower shop to get flowers for his mother and he always asked for help from the shy girl who spent her time making beautiful flower arrangements. You had no idea who he was, partly you did know who he was since Monaco is very small, but you only knew that he was a famous race car driver and that was it.
When you started dating everything was super good, normally you don't upload many things to social media since you like to keep everything private, you only uploaded some of your flower arrangements to your Instagram and other cute little things. Fans started comparing you to their ex-girlfriends, especially Alex since they had a massive break up last year, they said that you posted the same things as her on Instagram and that you were copying her, or they even said that you were soon going to do like her and become an influencer and that you only wanted him for the fame and money he could give you. And honestly, you don't think that way, you really love Charles with all your heart, he is someone so precious and wonderful to you, and you know that he loves you with all his heart.
Right now you are in your shared apartment alone, reading comments made on a gossip page about a paparazzi photo taken of you and Charles on the beach last weekend, the comments are mixed but there is one constant: all the comments are about how your body looks... Most people say: "aww, she looks so basic, Alex looked way better than her!", "I don't know what Charles saw in her, she's nothing special." "Look at her, she has no butt or boobies, she's just a board!" And the list of comments goes on and on.
“Not this again... Why do they always have to criticize what I wear or how I look? I'm just living my life with the man I love...” you sighed and you walked through the closet, looking at some of your clothes. “My favorite clothes doesn't even fit anymore, they all feel wrong.” you looked with watery eyes at your reflection in the mirror, you're wearing a mismatched lingerie, tugging your little tummy roll and small bust. “I know I'm not a model... But does everything really have to be picked apart?” you say as you look down at your short legs and big thighs with slight hair growth, even the most normal and natural thing in the world seems totally imperfect to you.
You were so focused on your inner monologue that you didn't hear that Charles has opened the door.
“Darling, I'm home! Where are you, mon cœur?” he says calling you out (my heart)
You called back with a shaky voice. “I-I'm in the bedroom...”
He enters the room and sees you crying in your mismatched lingerie, concern washing over his face. “Oh no. What's wrong, my love? Come here, talk to me.” he gathers you gently into his arms.
You sobbed into his chest. “I'm... I'm sorry Charlie, I know I'm being silly but I just feel so insecure about myself lately. All these comments talking about my body, and comparing me with one of your ex's, saying I'm not pretty enough to be with you.” you whispered with trembling voice. “Even my own clothes don't feel right on me anymore... I guess I started wondering if you only settled for me because of my boring looks and body.” you finished, emptying all your thoughts.
Charles held you while he gently caressed your hair, he knew that those comments were going to explode in you at some point, from the beginning you were always honest with him about your insecurities about yourself, something that perhaps was not so present in you before, but now — and thanks to the comments, has resurfaced again.
“Shh, don't say that stuff princess. You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me, inside and out... Those people don't know us or how much we care for each other, all that matters is how you see yourself, and how I see you.” he wipes one of your tears.
You looked up at him. “But... What do you see in me? I'm not sexy and thin like models or I don't have a perfect tan like your ex... I have small boobs, big and hairy thighs and I have a tummy...” you were going to continue, but he subtly stops you.
“Stop that talk right now. You are beautiful and sexy to me in every way, I love every single inch of your gorgeous body - your mesmerizing eyes, your cute little button nose, your adorable smile. Your tummy? Is where I like to put my hand and stroke its softness when we're sleeping or taking a nap, your boobs are perfect for me, as is every soft curve.” he smiled shyly while blushing. “You're my ideal of beauty and I'm the luckiest man alive because your heart chose me... And I'm so in love with you and all of those little things that make you so unique.”
You sniffle a bit, starting to feel a little bit better. “Really? You truly think I'm beautiful just the way I am?” you asked softly.
“Oh, you're more than beautiful! You're a fiery, intelligent, compassionate queen and I fall deeper in love with you every day. The judgements of strangers mean nothing when I have your love... You are as precious and delicate as a flower, you know, blooming and growing under my touch.” he kisses your forehead and you blushed so much thanks to his words. “So dry those silly tears, mon amour, and let me show you how much you turn me on just by being yourself.” he kisses you tenderly. (my love)
You feel his words washing over you, because he's right, you should feel good in your own body and no matter how much you say you don't look good or whatever, he doesn't care because he loves you whether you've changed your style or not, because he's totally in love with you.
You kiss him back softly while your hands rest gently on his chest. “I love you so much Charlie! Thank you for always making me feel like the most special girl.”
He smiles. “You are very special to me, my darling. Never forget your worth, okay?”
As Charles gazed at you with heartfelt adoration, you suddenly became conscious of your state of dress and you blushed.
“I, um... I'm not exactly matching or covered right now... sorry.” you mumbled shyly, crossing your arms over your chest.
Charles gently took your hands, uncrossing them so he could place tender kisses to your knuckles. “You have nothing to be self-conscious about, mon amour. Please don't feel shy with me.” you bite your lip, still hesitant. Chuckling softly, Charles hooked a finger under your chin to lift your gaze to his. “You could be wearing a trash bag and still be the most beautiful sight to me... But, since you're so worried right now...”
Reaching behind himself, he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. You gazed at him, momentarily distracted by his perfectly sculpted bare torso.
Charles winked playfully. “There we go, now we match. Feel better?” His boyish grin made you giggle, easing some of the tension.
“Much.” you whispered softly, poking his ribs. His breathless chuckle sent flutters through your spine.
He looks at your figure with adoration. “Pink is definitely your color, but you know how do you look way better?” he asked and you shake your head. “Wearing nothing at all...” he whispered and you blushed so much at his teasing.
Slowly, your shy insecurities began melting away under his tender and caring gaze.
Charles' hands found your waist, rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “You take my breath away every time I look at you, ma chérie. So soft, feminine, sexy and all mine.” (my darling)
Leaning in, he gently nuzzled your neck, trailing light kisses that had you sighing. “Please don't ever think you're not gorgeous, because I ache to worship every single inch of you.”
His husky words and touch ignited a longing deep within you. Threading your fingers through his hair, you pressed closer, relinquishing all shyness. Your eyes met, full of smoldering desire and promise of pleasurable distraction ahead.
Your lips met in a searing kiss as strong arms lifted you, carrying you to your shared bed where all that mattered was exploring each other in a sweet and gentle intimacy. Confident in his adoration, nothing could dim your light when you're in his loving embrace.
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A few days had passed since Charles lovingly boosted your confidence and you were starting to feel more comfortable in your own skin again as you two planned to have a relaxing Saturday at home.
That afternoon, you tidied up around the apartment while clad in just mismatched lingerie and one of Charles' oversized shirts while he was doing some errands and buying some groceries. Lost in your house tasks, you hasn't heard the front door open.
“Darling, I'm ba-” Charles started to call out before stopping short at the sight before him, you froze as well, your face flushing under his admiring gaze. His eyes slowly roamed your figure, heated with desire and appreciation for you. “Oh, mon dieu, you take my breath away, baby.” he uttered softly. (my god)
Striding over, Charles pinned you gently against the counter with his taller form and you gazed up at him shyly through your lashes. “H-Hello...” you say softly.
Charles caressed your cheek smoothly, smiling down at you with heartstopping tenderness.
“Look at you petite fleur, so radiantly beautiful in just this... I feel like the luckiest man alive.” he smiles and leans in, he began feathering kisses along your neck that had you melting. “I knew that wicked outfit served another purpose beyond laundry day.” you giggled. (little flower)
His words, coupled with how reverently his hands roamed your curves, sent desire pooling low. All traces of shyness evaporated under his loving worship.
“How do you do that?” you breathed, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him close. “You know... Make me feel like the most special woman alive?”
Charles met your eyes intensely. “Because to me, that is what you are - my queen, my everything. And I will spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me.”
Pulling you flush against him, you two kissed deeply and slowly, savoring each sensation. In his passionate embrace, you knew no other place you belonged more than by his side, in the spotlight of his beautiful devotion.
Charles' tender words and loving gaze never failed to make you blush like a schoolgirl. You shyly ducked your head against his chest, overwhelmed by the passion and devotion in his eyes.
“You always say the nicest things.” you mumbled shyly, playing with the hem of his shirt. His affection still caught you off guard at times, even after all this time together.
Charles lifted your chin, thumbs gently brushing over your flushed cheeks. “And I mean every single little word, ma chérie.” (my darling)
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that had you melting. Pulling back slightly, your foreheads remained pressed together as Charles simply gazed at you with endless tenderness.
“How is it that after all this time, you continue to take my breath away?” he breathed, caressing your cheek softly.
You just shrugged, embarrassed. “I don't know, I'm just me...”
“Exactly!” Charles smiled. “You're you - compassionate, beautiful, sweet, and so strong. I fall more in love with you every second of every day... You deserve to see yourself the way I see you.”
His honeyed words had you fighting back happy tears. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you clinged to Charles in a tight embrace, overwhelmed by the depths of his love and care.
He held you just as close, gently rubbing your back and peppering your hair with tender kisses. “I love you so much, mon coeur. Never forget how amazing and cherished you are to me.” (my heart)
Suddenly you pulled him close to you again, you kissed him languidly, pouring every ounce of gratitude and affection into the intimate gesture.
Charles responded in kind, holding you reverently against his body. Lost in each other, you two became so enraptured that the rest of the world seemed to fade away.
All too soon, oxygen became a necessity. Breathless and flushed, you rested your foreheads together, smiling softly at one another.
You whispered. “I could stay like this forever in your arms.” you sighed contentedly and Charles nuzzled your cheek sweetly.
He smiled. “Well, then let us make a life filled with these kinds of moments, mon bébé.” he declared with quiet conviction. (my baby)
Your breath caught at the promise in his tone. Gazing deep into his eyes, you saw your future stretching ahead - a future of partnership, passion and being cherished each and every day by this beautiful soul.
Overcome, you pulled him once again into an embrace, clinging tightly as happy tears welled. In that perfect moment, all felt right in your own world wrapped in love's sheltering wings.
In the solace and security of his embrace, he slowly but surely continued renewing your self esteem each and every day. You truly feel like the luckiest girl to receive such devoted affection from your soulmate.
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banj0possum · 1 year ago
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Please more poly vampires please😭🙏! I can hardly ever find x male/masc reader stuff especially about monsters😭. What happens when they take us back to their home. What's gonna happen to us? What will the townsfolk react?
Poly!Vampires x Reader Pt. 2
CW: kidnapping, silas is a freak for a brief moment
waaaaa !! so sorry this took so long !! thank you all for being so patient with me ! >w< <3
update: i mixed up garrick and silas' names im sorry im sorry its fixed now guys im so-
🌙 Its been a week since the townspeople found your house empty, your bedroom looking like something out of a mystery novel.
🌙 The bed was stained with blood and claw marks were dug deep into your bedframe with the moonlight illuminating your room through your broken window.
🌙 It looked as if you've been taken by a creature of the night, but weirdly enough, your luggage was nowhere to be found. Your closet and drawers had clothes missing and the painting you had just finished was gone.
🌙 Who could have done this?
🌙 "Garrick, it's your turn to drive!"
🌙 "Already?! Just one more minute Viktor~?"
🌙 You're being held hostage, no, hostage wasn't the right word..kidnapped? Enslaved maybe? who knows..All you know was that these..creatures..will never let you out of their sight.
🌙 You remember that night when you bore witness to their inhuman ways, they were at the foot of your bed when you took out the crucifix under your pillow and held it to Viktor, his eyes turning all red and he hissed at the holy figure.
🌙 "Ohoho! Our little mortal's smart!" Garrick grins, showing off his sharp fangs.
🌙 Silas tries to grab you but you dodge, but his long claws managed to cut your cheek, you couldn't say the same for your bedframe..
🌙 Viktor gets a hold of you and chuckles darkly at your cut, the red liquid bleeding out of it made his mouth water.
🌙 "My my~ What a fierce little minx you are my darling~" he coos with a raspy cold breath as he licks your wound. The feeling made your stomach churn and your spine shiver.
🌙 Garrick was busy making a mess of your room and stuffing your clothes in bags. Also stuffing a pair of your underwear in his shirt for himself.. "Come on you idiots! It's almost dawn!" He whisper-yells as he fiddles with the window's lock.
🌙 Silas rolls his eyes and kicks the window, breaking it and jumping through, with Garrick holding his hand.
🌙 You were confused beyond compare. Were they really gonna kidnap you?! What's gonna happen to you?! Should you scream for help?!
🌙 "I'm sorry for this Darling.." Viktor says softly before knocking you out.
🌙 Now back to the present, the 3 rode around in a caravan, a charming little wagon that doubled as a moving home of sorts. One went in front and drove while the other two looked after you or did other things.
🌙 Every escape attempt you had would end up in failure, their superhuman senses were no match for you.
🌙 "Garrick you said that 10 minutes ago!" Viktor growls at the younger vampire.
🌙 Garrick groans "Fiiiiiine!" He says before giving you one last hug and kiss and going out with a coat to shield him from the sun.
🌙 You had about 10 seconds to yourself before Viktor sits down next to you and pulls you onto his lap.
🌙 "Oh how I missed your warmth little mortal~" He purrs, kissing your neck which made you tense up in fear of his fangs. He feels your heart beat faster and smirks. "Am I making you nervous~?" He teases.
🌙 Silas comes over and smacks the dark-haired man on the head "Enough Viktor! Don't you think our precious little darling is frightened already?" he scolds before smiling down at you warmly. Viktor just rolls his eyes and buries his face into your neck.
🌙 He hands you a cup of tea and sits down across from you and Viktor "Drink up dear, mortals like you need to stay warm in the winter~"
🌙 Silas was the most respectful one out of the 3, he was always taking care of you and making sure the others didn't make you feel uncomfortable, but of course he was just as obsessive of you as they were.
🌙 Viktor is such a cuddle bug, always hugging you close every chance he gets. He'd even have the luxury to sleep with you, an activity he hasn't done in a while. He might not need to sleep, but just lying in bed with your adorable sleeping form was like being in heaven for him.
🌙 Garrick love love loves chatting with you. Rambling to you about people he's killed or jewelry he's looted off of his food weren't the best topics to talk about, but he's got no one else to talk to! And you are his darling after all!
🌙 And you could do nothing about any of it. You were treated like a glorified pet and there was no way to leave or escape of have any time for yourself..
🌙 It continued on like this until the caravan came to a stop by a small town. The weather was much colder now than it was in your hometown with rain softly pouring down from the sky.
🌙 Your heart drops, knowing what they're going to do here.
🌙 They all come off the caravan, Silas going to give the horses some food. You refused to leave the caravan in your anxiety-stricken state.
🌙 Garrick notices your nervousness and smiles, sitting next to you and putting his forehead to yours "Darling, you miss home don't you~?" he coos softly.
🌙 You nod slightly as you refuse to look at him or even move.
🌙 The vampire sighs and rests his head on your shoulder and holds your hand. "I know honey...but we won't hurt you! And besides, you don't know these people anyway! You scared we'll kill them and stuff? It's fine! We do it all the time!" He laughs. He wasn't making anything better..
🌙 "You're shit at comforting people Silas." Viktor looks at the red head with a deadpanned expression. "Oh up yours Vik!" Garrick rolls his eyes at him.
🌙 At least that made you lighten up a bit..
🌙 Garrick pulls you up from your seat and you get out of the caravan, rain hitting your face before the vampire opens up an umbrella and holds you close to him so you don't get wet.
🌙 "Its fine dear, this is the last stop before we head back to our new home~" Silas walks over and places a kiss on your cheek.
🌙 Wait..home?..
🌙 "Now gentleman! Who's hungry~?"
sorry this is a bit short ! but feel free to request or ask anything about these blorbos! i love em a lot !
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iliketangerines · 2 months ago
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a/n: hey there @hungryhornet
pairing: titan havik x afab!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy slapping, pussy eating, lots of biting, dacryphilia, a little overstimulation, biting kink
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you have sprawled yourself all over the bed, stretching out your fingertips and your legs to reach the ends of the bed, and you sigh and let your body melt into the sheets
although you loved the chaos, hunting throughout the realities to retrieve warriors for entertainment, nothing quite compared to the softness of silk and comfort
especially when Lord Havik lay next to you, his arm wrapped tight around your middle and a displeased grunt rumbling from his chest whenever you move in his grip
“stay still, my heart, or i will make you.” his voice is gravelly, vibrating against your skin, and a small smile crosses over your face at the threat, the promise
you do not answer, instead only wriggling further in his grip and slipping out of his arms to jump off of the bed, letting the silk sheets slip from your bare figure so that the soft pink light reflects off of your marked skin
his white eyes trail over the many scars you have received from your conquests, the marks from him, bites that had sunk into your skin, the nails that had dug into your flesh
to him, you looked beautiful, a dangerous and gorgeous mess of anger and fight and spit and blood
if only you would come back into his arms so that he could worship you further, to paint further upon the canvas of your skin and for you to mark his flesh further with your own passion
“will you not come back to bed?” he finally props himself up on his elbows, gaze focusing on your chest, his bitemarks still so raw and fresh against you from last night
“come and make me.” and then he is left with only your laugh teasing the wind, the soft pitter patter of your feet against the rough stone of his domain, sprawling and endless and chaotic
Lord Havik laughs and rises from his bed, pushing himself after you and following the sound of your laughter throughout his domain
you step over the floating rocks, dancing in between them and dashing just right out of his grip, placing gentle kisses along his fingertips, his marred face, his shoulder whenever you pass by him, too quick for him to catch
he laughs whenever you do, chasing after another touch of your lips, another hint of your warmth, another taste of you
but, of course, as much as you were his weakness, he was yours, and as Lord Havik’s laugh reverberates in the air, you find yourself staring at him for a second too long, and his hand finds itself wrapped around your bicep
you slam into his chest, and his arms wrap tightly around your middle, a satisfied smile on his face as a raspy chuckle comes from his throat
your lips curve into a smile as you lift your legs up to wrap around his waist and your hands hold onto his broad shoulders
“oh, you’ve caught me! whatever will you do to me?” you tilt your head at him, watching as the background blends and melds back together into his bedroom
“a punishment and then a feast.” the whites of his eyes slightly squint as Havik smiles, and then he presses the flat of his teeth against yours, a sigh escaping from you as you kiss him
he then moves his face to nuzzle against yours, rubbing every part of his cheek against your smooth skin before moving his head down to bite your neck
it reminds you of a cat with the way Havik rubs himself against you, smothering you in his scent, a subtle reminder that you are his territory, that you are not to be approached by any other without his permission
a small laugh escapes you, and he lets out a noise, a mix between a grunt and a rumble, using his teeth to nip at your neck to bring your attention back to him
“what is so funny?” his eyes peer up at you, but you can see the playfulness in them
“that’s for me to know, and for you to find out.” you lower your head for another kiss from him, and he happily obliges you, sighing as your lips press up against his marred skin
for everything that you two are, violent, warmongering, chaos reincarnated, he appreciated the gentleness of your touch against him, your love for all of his torn flesh and mangled face
Havik lets out a pleased rumble as you continue to dote his face with light kisses, and you feel the soft sheets of silk touch your back once more as he lowers you to the bed
his head lowers from you, teeth once again nipping at your neck before his tongue laves over the mark, and you sigh, bring your fingers to tangle in his rough hair
he only hums at the feeling of your tugging, and his hands leave trails of molten heat as he lowers himself further and further down, his fingers brushing against your skin, briefly stopping to pinch at your nipples to draw a yelp out of you
his shoulders spread your legs apart, and he bites at the insides of your thighs, tongue soothing over the sharp indents as you let out small sounds
here, your flesh is still soft, hard muscle padded with fat, and it only makes you all the more reactive whenever he bites you, a greedy claim over you
sinking his teeth into you once more, Havik listens to your desperate whine, hands pulling at his hair roughly as your hips jerk up into the air
your pussy drools with arousal, soaking your folds and your thighs and the sheets, and Havik groans into the skin of your thigh as he watches your clit twitch, needy for some attention
but he prefers to tease you, to have you dissolve into a begging mess for him first, it was one of his greatest pleasures, to have a warrior such as yourself bend down to him with some coaxing
you squirm on the bed, trying to grind yourself into his face once more, and Havik grunts in displeasure, peering over the lines and curves of your body to look at your face
a slight sheen of sweat has covered your skin, and your lips are turned down as your fingers tug into his hair, “stop teasing me and just-!”
he doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his hand coming down to slap your pussy, fingers brushing up against your clit as a loud yelp escapes your lips
“i think i remember you teasing me first, hm?” his voice barely registers in your ears as you feel the finals stings of pain wash away into pleasure
“i think i promised you a punishment first.” he skims his fingers over the surface of your inner thighs and brings both of his hands up to push your thighs further apart from each other
“well, i suppose you did.” you grin down at the titan, watching how his eyes squint in amusement as his breath fans over your skin, and you bring your hands up to grab the pillow that your head rests on
you have a feeling that you’re going to need it
Havik sinks his teeth back into your thighs, feeling how the muscle twitches underneath him, and his fingers tease your folds, simply rubbing them up and down, pressure against your clit but not enough to truly give you any real semblance of pleasure
and then his hand raises up and slaps down harshly onto your cunt, and an involuntary whine falls from your lips as your nails dig into the pillow
the pain sings along with pleasure, and in the distance, you can hear Havik cooing at you, rubbing the sides of his face along your thigh and licking the red and raw bitemarks he’s left along your body
you close your eyes, trying to make your stuttering lungs take in another deep breath before he slaps your cunt again
his hand rubs along you, soothing the pain into nothing but a numbness, and you can feel the drool of your pussy staining your inner thighs and the sheets
it seems like more of an afterthought however as his hand comes back down, this time the harsh pads of his fingers directly landing on your overly sensitive clit
a loud punched-out sound comes from you, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing, desperation leaking from you as your back arches off the bed
his hands hold your thighs wide apart as you squirm on top of the silk sheets, mind whirling and spinning from the pleasure that shoots through you, burning down the edges of your nerves
when you finally calm down, the only movement being your heaving chest, Havik gently runs his fingers along your inner thighs, eyes fixated on how swollen and puffy your cunt has gotten
he licks his lips, nearly salivating at the sight of you just so desperate for him, your arousal now staining quite a large part of the sheets
maybe he can push one more slap onto your sensitive pussy before you teeter over the edge, or maybe he wants to draw this out to see how much you can take
Havik grunts, opting to sink his teeth into your inner thigh to distract himself from how delectable you look, your clit practically twitching for more attention, for just enough friction to make you cum
“Havik-please, i’m-i’m-” you cut yourself off with a whine as your pussy clenches around nothing, mind far too shattered and sealed back together with the need to cum to even beg properly
“yes, my heart, what is it?” Havik smiles at you, his pride preening when he hears a high-pitched cry sound from you as his fingers graze against your oversensitive clit
carefully, he brings his hand to lift up the hood of your clit, his own cock twitching at the sight of your needy bud out in the open, desperate for any sort of friction
“i want-i want to-fuck, just, please!” you squirm on the bed once more, hands gripping onto the pillows as Havik holds your thighs down firmly
he lets you work through your neediness, the twitching ache in your body, and he lets go only once you have settled down
a hum escapes from him as he hears the first sniffle escape from you, and he glances up to catch the sight of fat tears starting to roll down your face
always so bratty, so demanding of pleasure right away and quick to throw a tantrum when you wouldn’t get it immediately
of course, Havik muses to himself, listening to your cry of pleasure as he licks a flat stripe up your cunt and drags the rough texture of his tongue over your exposed clit, he was partly to blame for how needy you always were
he was also so quick to please you, never able to resist longer than a minute before wanting, needing to make you cum and taste you and feel you
his tongue laps at your clit with rough licks, his hands holding down your thighs as your hips jerk and hump up into the air, your voice filling the bedroom with the song of your pleasure
it’s not long before you cum from his tongue, your back arching off the bed and Havik’s name a prayer from your lips as your eyelids flutter shut
a sick part of Havik wants to ruin your orgasm, to see how you plead and whine and beg for him, but he can’t bring himself to
not when you taste so sweet, so you, on his tongue, and especially not when you sound so pretty calling out his name as if he was an elder god
finally, your shaking body slows down to a mild tremble, and Havik, mournfully, brings his head back away from your cunt, licking away the last remnants of your pleasure from the flats of his sharp teeth
his hands rub along the length of your inner thighs, letting you calm down a little longer, and to perhaps buy himself a little time himself because if he fucked you right now, he would cum in mere seconds
kneading along the fat of your thigh, he hums and simply stares at you, how beautiful you are, the curves of your skin, the scars littering your body from all the wars you have fought
you truly were so perfect for him
Havik stands up, hooking your knees over his shoulders and dragging you along to the edge of the bed, and he lets out a chuckle at the slight squeak you let out
there’s still a haze in your eyes from your orgasm, and he laughs and holds his hand out toward you
your hand immediately lets go of the pillow supporting your head, and you go to hold his hand as he starts to grind his cock against the folds of your pussy
he lets out a hiss of pleasure, squeezing your fingers as he feel his cock brush against your heat, the head catching along your clit and making you whimper as well
you blink down at the sight of his cock, feeling the drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of it flushed and heavy against you
once again you squirm on the sheets, grinding yourself against his cock in an effort to try and get him to fuck you, and Havik just smiles at how eager you are
“Ha-mmnfh, Havik, just, please?” your voice wobbles as he uses his free hand to grip onto his cock and slap it down onto your sensitive clit
your teary eyes look up to his white ones, red-rimmed and slightly puffy from crying earlier, and Havik groans at the sight of you begging so sweetly for him
he doesn’t give you a verbal answer, instead drawing his hips back enough to then slowly push his way into you, feeling how you stretch around him
there’s a slight sting of pain that sings through you at how his cock stretches you out, but it quickly gives way to pleasure, and you hold on tighter to his hand
when his hips are flush with yours, his free hand goes to splay across your pelvis, his thumb coming down to rub at your clit, and you clench around him, gasping at the feeling
Havik groans and pulls back, thrusting back in slowly, savoring the feeling of you clenching around him so desperately and listening to the wet desperate squelch of your pussy
his thumb rolls practiced circles on your clit, your arousal only slicking the slide, and you moan and whine at the feeling, panting into the air as you feel another orgasm quickly approaching
it’s like fire lighting your veins, and your thighs tremble as you grow ever closer and closer to the peak
he can feel how close you are in how you shake, the slight scrunch of your face, your hand tightening its grip onto his hand, and he swipes his thumb over your clit faster, needy to have you cum on his cock first before he reached his own peak
your mind goes blank as he quickens his pace, the wet slap of his pelvis against yours sounding throughout the room, and a groan leaves your throat as your hips buck up into the air
Havik only laughs at how you move in his grasp, and he only fucks into you harder, cooing at you as you tears start to roll down your face, “that’s it, you can take it, i know you can.”
his words pass over your head, stuck too high in the pleasure as you cum, and a high-pitched whine escapes your throat as you tighten your grip onto his hand
your pussy clenches around Havik’s cock, and he groans at the feeling, panting out your name as he cums inside of you
he can’t help it as is hips start to stutter in their pace, but his thumb never stops moving against your clit, only slowing down when your body has mellowed down to slight trembles
“mmrgh, are you-are you gonna cuddle me now or what?” even through the haze of your orgasm, you’re still just as bratty as before, and Havik barks out a laugh
“i don’t know. should i?” he knows he’s lying, he wants to cuddle you as well, and he lets down your legs from his shoulder but not before leaving a kiss to the side of your knee
Havik leans forward and lays his weight onto you, keeping his cock snuggled deep into you, and you groan and flail your arms against his back as he practically crushes you under his weight
“i didn’t-i didn’t mean like this, you-!” you don’t get to finish your sentence as Havik leans his head forward to press his teeth to your lips, silencing you with a kiss
you groan and squirm underneath him enough, however, to get him to roll you both onto your sides, and you let out a sigh and finally kiss Havik back
he hums and tightens his hold on you a little tighter, content to just have you for right now
his conquest for khaos could wait, as long as you were in his arms
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spitdrunken · 1 year ago
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i am absolutely insane about your headcanons with the vee's, my mind is so full now... this is exactly what i was hoping to find when searching through the hazbin x reader tag after watching the episodes 👁️🙏🏻 please i'm so!! the being a writer for the vee's imagine is such a good idea, val and his.. comment especially got to me..
also, for your consideration:
Val — or all of the Vee's, really —, but, in the beginning, he's really not convinced about the quality of your dialogues, despite all the lines he's read (or, well, has had Vox read to him), so naturally you have to read your previous stories out loud to him, cheeks flushing and squirming when it gets to particularly graphic scenes and his gaze on you is so very heavy, smoke caressing your jaw while you stumble over your words.. It's worse if you've written about them and a character who resembles you, and Val's smile widens when you skip from story to story, mentioning the character — definitely not you — sucking Vox off, bending over willingly for Val and begging for Velvette to touch her, or even take all three of them at once, greedy...
Also the. love potions Velvette makes have me feeling things.. Her or Vox but they might end up putting a drop or four into your glass — purely accidentally, of course! —, and...
this is terrible.. my mind is too full now... i might have to post writing for hazbin now and it is your fault alone.. (affectionate; truly, I've enjoyed your thoughts so very much!! thank you for sharing!)
I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I had an absolute blast writing it myself, and I've been thinking about it lots!! Your ask made it even Worse (/pos) and I simply had to write more!! Please please please let me know if you write something for Hazbin, I can tell from your ask already that it'll be wonderful! And if you ever wanna chat about these guys, feel free to message me again, haha.
Notes: power imbalance, sexual harassment, heavily dubious/noncon due to love potion usage.
The fact Vox even bothers at all to take the time to sit Valentino down and read to him is already a show of your quality— He really wouldn’t go through wrangling him like that for just anyone, especially not with Val getting a bit pissy when being reminded your works were being compared to his. He needs to be told that, obviously, Val, some mere written words are never going to compare, especially not in earnings, to his creations. This placates Valentino. But all Vox gets for his efforts are a lazy flick of one of Valentino’s four wrists, his eyes not even looking at him. “Look, I still think it fucking sucks. But if you wanna hire them so badly, whatever. I’ve got better shit to do than listen to daddy’s horny story-time.” Suffice it to say, he becomes a lot more… Amiable (poor you) once you’re actually working there, and he has a face to attach to the stories. He can tell upon first glance that you’re one of those pathetic little hermits, too scared to leave your own shitty apartment, barely scraping by— He’s recruited plenty of those types as whores, after all. So easily pushed around that it shouldn’t give him nearly as much satisfaction as it does.
When Valentino practically demands you join him in his room and read your previous work to him, you sputter out protests, heart skipping a beat. Every employee in the company has something bad to say about this man, and so he’s about the last person you want to be caught alone in a room with. Especially not his bedroom.
“Ah, sir, I’m not really sure—“ But he’s already wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side as he drags you through the halls. The first thing that strikes you is how different the texture of coat is than you were expecting. It doesn’t even feel like anything at all. “Oh, sweetheart, call me Valentino. No need to be so unfamiliar with each other.” He practically purrs, a single finger tracing up the contours of your chest. “I feel like we’re going to get quite familiar.” If all the alarms weren’t ringing in your head before, they most definitely are now. But there’s nothing you can do. His grip on you is tight and, underneath his red coat, you can feel the hard metal of a pistol pressing against you.
He takes you to his room, walls covered with posters featuring himself, and you hardly have the time to look around before he sits you down on one of his red couches, still caught underneath one of his arms. It’s hard to think, much less speak, as Valentino starts to prod you to pull out your phone and start reading. “No need to be shy. You’re such an artista, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting.” It’s easy, at first. When the scene hasn’t grown explicit yet, and you can pretend you’re only reading the text out loud to yourself like you always do, making sure the sentences sound right. But Valentino makes it hard for you to distract yourself entirely. He rubs circles on the skin of your thigh, and the smoke from his pipe has long since been the only thing you can smell. The red smoke makes your head a little hazier, tongue a little looser— Though that all just might be because you’re not getting enough oxygen. Your every muscle is tense and, you think, this is what being a prey animal must feel like. The first time you stutter out the word ‘cock’, Valentino barks out a laugh, loud and sudden, entirely contrasting with the sultry demeanour he’s been putting on the whole time. You jump, gaze flickering from the screen to his face, before continuing. It gets worse when you realise exactly what story you’re reading out loud to him, one of the ones you’d never even posted anywhere, so utterly self-indulgent and poorly thought out that you regret it with every ounce of your being. (Unbeknownst to you, Vox has already read every draft you’ve ever typed up, but that’s neither here nor there.)
“Sorry, can I maybe, um, read a different one?” You practically squeak out. “I realised I have some better drafts, and…” “No,” Valentino shuts you down, tone temporarily harsh. “Don’t get too fucking cocky now, you’re already taking up enough time as it is. Shit’s about to get interesting, finally.” He’s saying all of this as if he wasn’t the one to drag you there in the first place.
So you trudge onward, reading as fast as you possible can, just trying to tough it out. As you read about a scared, unaccomplished demonic main character catching the eye of a trio of some of the most famous demons in town—through entirely unrealistic circumstances—you can see his grin grow wider from the corner of your eye. His nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, the smoke surrounding your face turning to caress your cheeks.
“So, let me gets this straight… You wrote about a trio of powerful demons with matching names, taking turns fucking an absolute nobody silly. One of them’s a pimp, the other a fashion designer, and the other a business man.” Valentino doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Greedy little slut. You even chose this one specifically to read out to me, huh? Seems I got you all wrong,” he hisses out. “This must be a dream come true for you, isn’t it?”
Let’s just say that you got enough ‘material’ to write another four or so stories, just from that line alone.
----- A drop of love potion, and models always behave the absolute best, or so Velvette thinks! (As long as you don’t put in too much. It’s very hard to take good pictures when the girls keep trying to kiss you.) No bitching, no whining, only an easy to pose, cute demon to work with. And if she dresses you up in clothes that reveal more than they obscure, purely for her own enjoyment and usage, who’s going to blame her?
Certainly not you. You won’t remember a single damn thing. Not even the parts where you babble on about how pretty and gorgeous and cool she is, and how you’ve admired her for so long— All things she’s heard a million times before. Normally, she wouldn’t care less about it, but such words coming from someone with only a drop of her potion in her system means they’re all the absolute truth. She thinks it’s almost cute when it’s coming from you, really. ------------ Vox, on the other hand, would be more likely to use his hypnosis on you than a love potion. Just to have a few minutes in the middle of a meeting where you’re practically putty in his hands, all of your usual anxiety and shame having slid right off of your shoulders. He doesn’t feel any guilt about it whatsoever. Having read all of your works, he finds it safe to say that this is the exact kind of scenario you would enjoy…
And even if you didn’t, he still would. He gets a bit of a thrill out of the loopy, relaxed smile on your face as you nuzzles your cheeks against his arm, professing all of the thoughts you had about him before working at VoxTech, and the ones you still have today. It’s during one of these exact moments, that he’d likely find out that Valentino had fucked you already, something he hadn’t found necessary to mention. They’ll have a bit of a discussion about that later!
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