#fluff…FOR NOW 😈

[willreigns]

Letters from the Other Side

The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as you leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering, I want to see you.

CW: Post-war Levi x fem!reader, civilian!reader

A/N: Some post-war Levi goodness after the angst I’ve posted this past month. ~2.5k words of fluff and romance. If this does well, I’ll probably write the super romantic smut next.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

Three years after the Rumbling and things were starting to return to a sense of normalcy in the Stohess district. At least as normal as things can get when the twisted mentality of the Yeagerists and their seizing control of the military dominated the news. Your mother and father tell you not to worry, but you’ve been worried ever since the walls disappeared and the Survey Corps regiment disbanded.

Or rather, you have only really been worried over a single person, the man with the raven locks and the dull gray eyes, dull eyes that glittered when you spoke to him. You were still a woman, and a woman has intuition for those sorts of things like attraction, and Captain Levi couldn’t help how flustered he got whenever he saw you. Your father was the owner of a blacksmith company, and you often bumped into Levi along with Commander Smith several times a month.

Humanity’s strongest, you’d think in awe, where you had imagined a big brute, now you saw the man for what he was.

Why’d he come along was always unknown to you, but as your father and the commander spoke privately in another room, you offered small conversation and tea while he waited. Where small talk began, somehow a deep appreciation for the other bloomed, and the visits began to feel like the visits of the suitors that bombarded your home on occasion. He’d gift you single flowers, it’s all I can afford, he’d say meagerly. You’d thank him with a kiss on the cheek each and every time. And each and every time a ferocious tinge of red would adorn his face.

The timing never seemed to be right with either of you, it always seemed like when one was ready to take the leap, the other had other obligations waiting. Wait for me, were his selfish last words to you and you nodded your head as you gave him a final good-bye.

It had already been three years. You were already on the cusp of giving up.

It had been a nice breezy morning when you received his first letter. The unfamiliar stamps had caught both you and your parents off-guard, but nonetheless they gave you the privacy to open it. There, in the small garden of your home, tears welled up in your eyes as you skimmed through it.

It was a letter from Captain Levi.

Or rather Levi, just Levi, as the letter so said. I have told them to stop calling me captain, but these brats never learn. You giggled inwardly at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. You read it one more time, much slower this time, familiarizing yourself with his handwriting, the slant in his letters, his signature, everything. You familiarized yourself with the names Gabi and Falco, children you did not know but instantly loved with the way they cared for Levi.

At the very bottom, a hopeful wish that you will respond, signed next to his name.

Of course you will.

Your father stood confused as you gathered parchment and a pen to write, finding it odd that his moody daughter was suddenly so lively. Perhaps it’s the engagement, he thought, and let you be.

Your ring twinkled under the summer sun, and yet nothing has caused more glee than the very letter you were responding to. You wrote about the situation in Paradis, you wrote about the kindness of the queen, and you wrote about how business was booming for your father, despite the war having been over. The thought saddened you, but you quickly sign the letter and add a note that you excitedly await his next letter.

It’s not that you fail to mention your engagement, rather some deep part of you didn’t want to mention it. Your betrothed was a good man, hand picked by your father, you had accepted to keep his worries at bay that you wouldn’t end up husbandless and with no children.

How quickly Levi’s letters can have you questioning your familiar duties.

We restored some of the land ruined by the war, Levi writes, many foreigners are starting to settle here again.

You can’t help the sense of admiration that fills you up. It filled you up when he’d visit with the commander, and it still filled you up now. A military man, you wonder if he’s still as strong as when you met him. Humanity’s strongest, you wondered if he still thought about you and the flowers he’d gift you.

I’d like to visit it one day, you write, perhaps a change of scenery would be nice. All this yeagerist talk has me going mad.

I’d like to visit you one day, you will yourself to write, but you don’t. You had been lovestruck years ago, perhaps the captain no longer harbored the same feelings. Perhaps the captain has found someone new, perhaps the captain has married.

Sadness consumes you. After all, you were just friends back then, right?

You trash your letter and write a plainer one instead. It hadn’t even reached half a page when you sealed it, wrote his address on the front of it and set it aside for the postman to pickup tomorrow.

“Honey,” you can hear your mother call, “James is here to see you.” You force your best smile to greet your husband-to-be.

It’s weeks before the next letter arrives. The pretty orange and red tree leaves were beginning to fall, a cozy chill running through the district. Your wedding preparations were already underway when the postman calls out to you, a single letter in his hands, the stamps it bore already familiar to you.

More talk of restoration, recovery, Gabi and Falco’s shenanigans, when finally you reach the last bit of the letter. I don’t mean to bother you, Levi writes, your last letter felt abrasive. I understand if things have changed. Everything has changed.

You wonder what goes through Levi’s mind when he writes to you.

No, things have not changed. Things still felt the same, at least they did to you. Still, you couldn’t ignore your engagement anymore as you saw your mother debate through wedding ribbons in the distance and you finally will yourself to write and tell him the news.

I’m engaged, it feels awful to write it, my engagement is a long one, though, and so I’m sorry if the letter was short. I must’ve been busy.

You write of other things, of the rising tension amongst good folks like your family who didn’t want to fuel another war, and the yeagerists. You write of how the talks of peace by the ambassadors (who you found out were actually part of the same regiment as him) were falling on deaf ears.

I’d like to see you, you finally write, I’d like to see what the other side looks like.

You add the last bit in a final moment of hesitation, sign your name and set it aside, a deep breath falling from your lips.

“You’re changing the wedding date again, and to a later date might I add,” your father bellows out to you.

“Father, please,” you reply, exasperated, trying to escape the dining room and into your own, a new letter in hand, “I will get married in time, what’s the rush?”

“The rush is that you’re not young anymore, I beg you to reconsider.”

You shut the door behind you, shaky fingers coming to pry the letter open. You force yourself to read slowly, absorbing every single inked word coming from Levi’s fingertips.

You skip his polished words of annoying governmental policies being implemented on his side and go straight to the heart of the letter, his real response to you.

Congratulations on your engagement, he begins, I’m surprised you haven’t even married yet.

That? That is what he has to say? You scoff, a slight irritation blooming.

I don’t look like before—I’ve lost an eye and my right hand is destroyed, his letter continues, I look awful.

I’m not humanity’s strongest anymore.

You don’t know why these words strike you deeply. Years and a great distance separate you from what Levi is or was for that matter, yet it isn’t Levi’s exterior that ever affected you in the first place. It was the small talks and the small gifts, it was his tinged cheeks and his intrepid way of speaking around your people who have only seen the refined things in life.

You could never look awful to me, you write in your response, a wave of heat flaring up on your cheeks, you’re just trying to get me not to go.

Levi’s letters continue well into the deeper part of winter, the leaves have long since fallen, snow beginning to gather amongst the branches. The winters where he lived were harsh, and he writes of how they were causing the ache in his knee to worsen. You spend some of your money to send him some ointment you purchased from a local medic.

He writes to you of how the snow reminds him of when the Survey Corps would serve hot chocolate on the off chance. You send him chocolate you bargain off a local vendor.

The signs of Levi’s homesickness don’t escape you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

I could send you Stohess’s entire stock of goods if I can, you respond to his letters of thanks.

What would I do with all that, he responds to yours, breaking you into a fit of silent laughter.

I’ve missed your awful humor, you write casually. You wonder if you should trash this letter and begin a new one, but you don’t. I’ve missed you, you finish writing.

The budding roses in your garden remind you of your predicament.

“As much as I respect you,” James begins, “I won’t accept any other change to the wedding. If you won’t marry me then I’ll find someone who will.”

You comprehend his irritation, even if you don’t fully understand it.

He leaves you on your garden bench, exiting through the gate, just in time for the postman to arrive. Your feelings don’t subside, in fact they linger as you read Levi’s next letter.

Upon opening it, nervousness hits you as you see just how short the letter is. Policy change, annoying policy change.

The ambassadors have told me that postage to Paradis will be barred soon. Your eyes widen. Despite the nice spring breeze, your body suddenly feels so cold.

If I don’t hear from you again, I wanted to wish you a happy marriage. Your eyes well with tears, but it’s his next words that move you.

Unless you change your mind. Come see me. I want to see you. Just as you’re about to trash the envelope, a small flower catches your eye. It was dried up and rather lonely, but you hold it close to you as small tears slip down your cheeks.

The next morning, you try to give the postman your next letter but he just shakes his head in response.

“Apologies ma’am, the military has ordered a full stop for all international mail.” You thank him anyway, despite how distraught you feel.

Your wedding is within two weeks. The white dress in the corner of your room haunts you. Although lace with spring flowers were added to match the season, it only made it look like the kind of dress you wore on your deathbed.

There was no more rescheduling your wedding date, there were no more letters to look forward to, you could only look over the last letter, his final request.

You longed for Levi. Did he long for you?

Come see me, I want to see you.

Despite the spring air, a heat that resembled summer humidity burned through you.

“It’s a one way trip if you decide to head to the other side,” the hefty man tells you, “military has barred all incoming and outgoing mail, I wouldn’t be surprised if they bar incoming ships soon.”

This was it, the point of no return. You had written your last letter addressed to your parents—an apology for doing what you are doing. No, your heart hasn’t seized its rampant beating since Levi’s last letter. You need to see him.

You board without much of a glance back.

For days, sea sickness threaten to put a damper on your good (albeit nervous) mood, your only fuel the letters stored in your small suitcase, rereading them every night as the darkness of the ocean tormented you.

Finally, the crewmen announce that you will be arriving in the morning. The sun was setting off in the horizon—you clutched his last letter as you take a brief moment to absorb this feeling of resilience that surged through you. You’d get to see Levi soon, you’ve waited enough. Here, near the rails of the ship, you long for him, nerves filling your stomach.

The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering. I want to see you.

Past the plethora of persons disembarking, past the many political volunteers ushering about far-off dreams of peace that were unachievable, you navigate through unknown territory in an effort to find him. Fingers pointed, people spoke foreign directions as they glanced at the address on your envelope. It has all brought you here.

Face to face with a young girl, too young to be married.

“Ah—sorry,” you begin, “I was told Levi Ackerman lived here.”

“Yeah he does,” she begins suspiciously, “I’ll get him.” The door closes again and already you feel out of your element. Perhaps this was a mistake, you wish the ground can swallow you whole. Peering eyes look at you through a nearby window, ones that belonged to the young girl who just spoke to you, and another who you haven’t met.

“That’s her? No way,” you can hear them say. Suddenly the door opens, and dull gray eyes that bore a hint of annoyance soften and make way for a familiar glitter that reminded you of simpler times.

“Levi.”

He whispers your name, suddenly hiding his maimed hand, trying to get you to see his good side, the side with his working eye. But you don’t see that. You see the man who gifted you flowers, you see the man whose cheeks you once kissed.

You will yourself to move and you do, grabbing the hand behind him and crashing into him in an embrace. Levi’s face is red, and he glances at the window to see Gabi and Falco gawking at them. He waves them off annoyingly and they give him a thumbs-up as they pull away.

Hands come to wrap around you, lips kissing your forehead.

“You came,” he whispers into your hair.

“Of course.”

[aglitchysylveon]

Forgot to show Mallory's new design 😭😭, here guys. + some art of Dadskin again. Also my friends Outlast OC Elaine, whose his wife.

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[chuluoyi]

More sylus x assassin reader please I love it!:)

soon!! i’m planning for a continuation that takes place right after winners keepers 🙆🏻‍♀️

[jamminvroomvroom]

🎀 anon

congrats on 5k

hey bb ! i’ve been brainrotting on insatiable lando and his gf for weeks now omg

for a cute lil fic i was thinking of reader being max f’s sister and lando and her being secretly together. they’re all on vacation together and lando and reader are super insanely insatiable and the story on how they act on vacay 😈😈

anywhere she wants.

ln x fem fewtrell!reader

in which no one approves of your relationship, so lando shows them just how good he is to you…

oh my sweet 🎀 anon, i’m sorry this took so long! slowly getting back into the groove of writing, starting with this little piece! i went a bit off script but the vibes are hopefully similar to the request! huge thanks to angel bby @fairene for helping me out!enjoy! lemme know what you think!! big hugs and lots of love 💖

songs to set the mood: my love mine all mine by mitski, i know places by taylor swift, she will be loved by maroon 5, summertime sadness by lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, fluff, angst, a bit of exhibitionism kinda, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, established relationship, max being a dick, angry/feral!lando, girlboss!reader, hints of ownership kink? for like. a second, lando being wise (not canon lmao), swearing

4.2k words

fairy lights drench the pool with light, a glow dancing over the still surface in ripples. you smile, hum with content as the warm evening air washes over your skin, leaning over the balcony to take in the sight of where you’ll be staying.

footsteps sound from behind you, the master bedroom, and you quickly feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, tan and thick. you lean into his touch, chest warming from the kisses peppered over your jugular.

“you like it?” lando breathes, nosing over your earlobe.

“it’s beautiful.” you whisper, turning your head to nuzzle against him. he seizes the opportunity to seal his lips over yours, kissing you soft and deep. you spin in his arms, clutching at his shirt to hold him close, the kiss intensifying, changing pace. just as he licks into your mouth, a sigh, so loud that it breaks the sound barrier, tears you both apart.

“so is that all you two do now, suck each others faces?” max rolls his eyes, his disapproval of your relationship one of the worlds worst kept secrets.

“yes, max. that’s all we do.” you mock, biting back at your older brother.

because of course you’re dating your brothers best friend. of course you are. life is funny like that.

lando stays silent, but you feel his hand on your waist tightening. max swallows hard.

“we ordered pizza, if you guys wanna come down.” max bulldozes through the awkwardness, offering an olive branch, and leaves.

“he is such a knob.” you mutter, shaking your head. lando strokes tentatively over your cheek, soothing you.

“he’s your big brother, baby. he’ll get over this.” lando coos reassuringly, and you choose the easy path of believing him.

you and max occupy opposite ends of the excessively large dining table when you join the rest of your friends.

the tension has been palpable between you and max since he caught you sneaking out of lando’s london flat one morning, the reason for your visit quite clear. you’d stood with your ear to the door when he’d stormed past you and entered the apartment, making you more than aware that your presence was unwanted when he quickly slammed the door behind him.

you’d endured the one-sided screaming match that followed, the accusations that lando must be playing with your feelings, that it would never work out, that it wasn’t fair at how exposed you’d be to the cruelty of his fan base, that he couldn’t believe how low lando would stoop to date his little fucking sister.

you wanted to understand, and really, you tried!but max hadn’t made it easy, constantly pushing your buttons and making needless digs at the both of you. lando convinced you that this holiday during the summer break would be healing; max would get to see how much lando cared for you, and everyone got much needed time to relax. so, with your friend group in tow, the three of you jetted off to the tiny spanish island.

surely, everything would be fine.

-

everything was not, in fact, fine.

you can smell it in the air, the tension building thick and heavy. everyone thought they were slick, waiting for lando to leave so they could corner you, and corner you, they did.

lando had kissed you sweetly by the sliding doors to the garden, popping his airpods in and shouting a quick: going on a run! to the rest of your holiday party. you’d sauntered carelessly to a lounger, bikini clad, sprawling out across the chair to tan and watch the who can do the best canon ball into the pool competition that has become a long running championship. but you can feel stares, feel the walls closing in, and you push your sunglasses up to rest over your hairline.

max and pietra are locked in on you, as are the rest of your friends.

“what?” you feel hot, embarrassed all of the sudden for no reason at all.

“so, it’s going well, then… with lando?” one of your girlfriends starts, but it sounds extra high pitched, awkward. your stomach sinks as you realise the pathetically choreographed dance about to take place.

“for fuck sake.” you mutter.

“she’s just asking!” max shoots back, as if he’s offended, as if you can’t see right through him.

“it’s going great.” you state, blunt as ever whenever your relationship is questioned.

“we just wanna make sure that this is right for you.” pietra says sympathetically, her eyes soft. you’ve known her long enough to know that even though her dickhead boyfriend is being callous, she genuinely cares.

“lando is right for me, you are all so full of shit! i don’t get what it is that you’re seeing.” you try and keep your voice level, even as your blood pressure begins to rise menacingly.

“it’s not so much what we see between you, it’s more about what he was like before.” tom jumps in.

ah, yes. the infamous hoe phase.

“because no one here ever fucked around.” you glare pointedly at your brother. he lowers his gaze.

“are we sure this isn’t just a… a fling?” pietra tries again, staying soft. her words still sting.

“yeah, i know him better than you do, and i-“ max’s voice cuts you like a thousand shards of glass and you body ignites with rage.

he knows him better? what does he know?

does he know that lando can’t sleep without telling you that he loves you? does he know that lando cried into you arms after his miami win? does he know that lando feels itchy if he doesn’t tell you that you’re beautiful at least eleven times an hour? does he know that you’re so crazy about his gorgeous, loving, infuriating best friend that you’re prepared to tell your brother where to go and to never come back?

“shut the fuck up, max. you know nothing! nothing about our relationship because you never gave us a chance. you don’t see how much i love him because every time you see us together, you’re hellbent on destroying our happiness.” you point angrily, standing from your chair. before you turn to the house, you leave them all with a parting message.

“and all of you will do very well to remember who paid to bring your bitter arses here. remember whose fucking house you’re in.” you lecture, watching as they all turn sheepish as they realise how ungrateful they sound.

“i don’t think i have anything to add.” you hear from behind you.

you jump, turning to see lando leaning against the door.

“shit, baby.” you breathe, rushing towards him, your skin crawling as you wonder how much he’s heard.

“forgot my phone.” he shrugs, smiling warmly at you. only at you. “now unless anyone has anything to add, i’m gonna take my very, very serious girlfriend upstairs.” he grins smugly.

the silence is so deafening that you couldn’t of even heard a pin drop if you’d tried.

you hold up your middle finger as he leads you away.

your bedroom door slams so hard that they must hear it outside. he’s tense, enraged at the disrespect that you’d endured, but he’s soft with you, pulling you into his rigid body. he relaxes into you, walking you further into the room.

“how much did you hear?” you whisper, clinging to him.

“oh, you know, just all of it.” he laughs bitterly, fingers sinking into your hips.

“they’re assholes.” you growl, threading your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes it.

“there is one good thing about it though.” lando hums, still guiding you deeper into the room. your back thuds softly against the sliding glass door, the one that leads to your balcony.

“what?” you breathe, suddenly extremely aware of his lower body.

“you’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad.” he smirks.

turns out, he didn’t steal you away to mope.

his lips crash against yours fiercely, teeth and tongue getting in on the action as he moves his mouth feverishly against your own. your neck tilts back, allowing him to swallow you whole, like his life depends on the feeling of you pressed against him. he trails kisses over your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, two fingers grazing your ribcage. he snaps the tie of your bikini against your skin, stone cold aware of the lack of clothing adorning your body and he hums low from the back of his throat.

“they need to learn that you’re mine, that you’re always gonna be mine.” lando grunts, pulling away to slide the door open. he pushes you out onto the balcony, the one that overlooks the very pool that your friends and your brother are licking their wounds around.

“lando…” you gasp, weary of his overly adventurous attitude.

“maybe this will make them realise just how crazy you make me.” lando looks possessed, moving towards you like a wild animal engulfing its prey.

he cages you in against the wall, pulling one leg over his hip to spread you open, his fingers travelling to the flimsy tie of your bikini bottoms. you’re already soaked, embarrassingly so, really, but there’s just something about those gorgeous, haunted eyes. lando let’s the bottoms fall to the floor, kicking them away impatiently as he quickly finds home between your legs.

“think anyone else can get you this wet?” lando asks, eyes rolling back as he finds your slick folds. your jaw drops, already boneless at the feel of him. “answer me, baby. nice ‘n loud for me.” he demands.

“no, lan.” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. he’s teasing, stroking lightly over your folds and your sensitive bud.

“and can anyone else make you feel this good? i mean, baby, i’ve barely touched you and you’re shaking.” lando’s teeth catch his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over as he watches you.

“lando, please.” you mutter, grinding down on his hand. you need more of him. he grins, flashing his teeth with pride as he renders you desperate.

“my pretty girl fucking my hand, god, you’re so perfect.” lando praises, earning a moan from your kiss-swollen lips. “bet they can hear how soaked you are, baby.”

you flush red, shame and embarrassment blurring the pleasure and you press a tense hand to your mouth, trying to silence the waterfall of whines.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he warns, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy. he gives you no time to adjust, curling them upwards and rocking his whole hand against you. his palm bumps against your clit and you writhe against the wall.

there’s no point covering your mouth, there is no hiding what’s happening. you let him have you how he wants you, a consolation for him having to hear his friends badmouth him, and he takes every liberty, mouthing at your covered tits, lapping over your peaked nipples. you cry out, weak as he manipulates your body closer to an orgasm, your wetness trickling down his wrist.

“so good to me, baby, only you, lando.” you choke, your voice echoing between the stone walls.

“that’s it, honey, make a mess for me. let ‘em hear you pretty girl.” he encourages, talking you straight into your first orgasm.

you tremble, gushing all over his hand as you cum, droplets splattering all over the paved floor. lando’s eyes turn black, mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, riding you through it.

lando let’s you cool down, propping you carefully against the wall, and leaning over the balcony. funnily enough, max is long gone, but the rest of them sit in stunned silence. he can’t help himself, driven mad by your quivering body and their cruel jabs, choosing whatever the opposite of the high road is. he reaches into his pocket, finding his credit card.

“get out of the villa that i paid for so i can fuck my girlfriend anywhere she wants.” he shouts, watching the way their necks snap up to look at him, revelling in their reddened faces that are not just flushed from the sun. “take this. have dinner. just fuck off.” he frisbees his card at tom, - rather carelessly really, considering just how much there was to lose on that little black square - and he revels in the way it lands square against his forehead.

they all stand up and scurry away, as few faint sorry’s! carrying through the air towards the couple on the balcony, but lando has more important business to attend to.

he scoops you up into his arms, grinning at your coy smile and your drooping eyes. he carries you to bed, planting you in the middle of the mattress.

“not done with you yet, baby, open those eyes for me.” lando coos, crawling over you, his shirt and workout shorts flung to the other side of the room. he feels delicious against you, caging you in beneath him.

“want you, lan.” you plead, a desperate smile on your face as you keen, stretching against the mattress like a cat.

“you’ll have me, baby. always gonna have me.” he smiles, eyes finding yours. “i love you.”

“love you so much.” you whisper, pulling him flush against you. “no matter what.” you affirm. he needed to hear that, it seems, his eyes sparkling with something else, other than the sheen of lust.

he kisses you, firm and wanting, his fingertips sliding up over your arms, leaving prickles of lightning and goosebumps in their wake. one of his hands interlocks with yours, twining together above your head, his body stretching languidly over yours. you can feel him, hard and throbbing between your legs, teetering on the knife edge of self control.

“take me, lando. have me how you want me. ‘m yours.” you croon, disguising a helpless whine as you arch your body into his. you’re squirming for it, to feel him sink deep and claim you his.

that seems to usher him along, and he drags his cock through your folds with a slow roll of his hips, the head catching your sodden entrance. you hiss, the intrusion not even nearly enough, but the sensation overwhelming you nonetheless. he slides into you carefully, stilling when his hips hit flush against yours. you do not want careful.

“fuck me.” you groan wetly, hot breath fanning his face as your mouth instinctively fills with saliva. you’re close to drooling for him.

“beg.” he snaps, jaw tight as he battles his natural instinct to utterly ravage you. “beg me to show you that i own you.”

your legs quiver, pussy clenching around him and he cannot help but buck his hips and suppress a whine. he styles it out, tantalisingly slow as he rolls his hips, grinding against your pleasure point, your slick walls. blood rushes in your ears, your body feral with need. you can’t even tease, disobey him for the fun of it, not when he’s wound you up so delectably. your body keens for him, hums with the sparks, a live wire.

“don’t wanna be able to walk when you’re done,” you slur, beginning to ramble. “want to feel you so deep that i’m ruined. ‘m yours, lando. have me.” you plead.

pleasure shoots through him, then, rapid and unwavering. he’s unforgiving as he rails into you, immediately stoking the fire in your belly. all of his body weight is on you, sweaty skin sticking and slapping as his hipbones bruise into yours.

“is that how you want it, huh, baby?” he manages to growl, scooping up your wrists in one big paw, his other hand working down the planes and curves of your body. he finds the triangles of your bikini top, hastily tearing them down just enough so that your tits spill out. all for him. all his. “look at this perfect fucking body,” his breathe hitches, awestruck. “is it all mine?”

you cry out, nodding shamelessly as he ghosts his fingers around the swell of your nipple, switching to the other when he’s satisfied with the peak. he alternates between them, twisting and tugging, barely there and all too hard. you can only plead his name and tighten around his cock.

once he’s overstimulated your chest, he works his fingers further down your body, stopping now and then to dig into your flesh, appreciating the soft feeling of your skin under his calloused hands.

“and this hot, little cunt… is this mine, too?” lando breathes, right against the shell of your ear. his thumb presses hard against your thrumming clit, smearing your slick over the bud. “to play with? is it baby?”

“god, yes.” you manage to bellow, the strained words tearing over your vocal chords.

“yes, what?” lando snaps, slapping lightly over the bundle of nerves.

“it’s yours!” you sob, choking on your own voice.

“to…?” lando coaxes, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he looks at you expectantly.

“to play with.” you stutter, cheeks tinged hot with embarrassment that seeps down your neck and between your sweat-dampened bodies.

“that’s my good girl. my pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

“‘m so close.” you breathe, writhing up the mattress, his body atop your inescapable. he toys with your clit, pinching the electrified nerves, watching how you buck your hips and leak onto the mattress. he’s covered in you, his belly glistening in the sunlight that washes over you, sealing you forever in this golden, sparkling moment.

“want me to cum all over your tummy, baby? mark you mine?” lando gasps, driving into you with one goal in mind. he has to get you there, wants to be painted in the remnants of your pleasure and hung up in every art museum in the world. if only he wasn’t so selfish, yearning to keep this stunning sight to himself for the rest of his life.

“n-no,” you pause, your jaw going slack for a moment as he circles your clit just right, grinds his hips so deep. “inside me.” you beg.

“fill me up.”

his vision blurs.

lando just about folds you in half, carnal desire surging through his veins. the hand keeping yours suspended over your head falls away, finding your navel where he applied a brutal, sweet pressure that leaves you blind and wailing. his other fingers busy themselves sinking into the meat of your thigh, dragging you backwards and forwards on his throbbing length.

your body goes limp, tears of pleasure trailing wetly down your face as your orgasm hits you, and lando can’t help but bury himself as deep as he can go. the rutting of his hips and the messy rub of his whole hand against your clit leaves you awestruck, sobbing into the air of the room. you’re covering him in waves, shivering as you grow overstimulated but you can’t help but chase the high. your violent quivers and dripping cunt make him whine, high pitched and divine, and he drops onto you, filling you up. he can’t seem to stop, painting you white from the inside out, watching the way it drips out of you, coating the base of his cock.

this can’t be over yet, he decides. he needs to hear you scream.

“lemme help you with that.” he mumbles, slinking down your body, eyes fixed solely on where you were joined together.

you don’t even get a chance to mourn the loss of him buried inside of you, no. you’re too busy pushing at his curls, pleading that he lets up, but he can’t. it’s not that he won’t, it’s that he quite simply can’t.

his tongue runs up the seam of your pussy, lapping over the mixture you’ve made and you can’t do anything but cry and thrash, white hot with pleasure and pain. its so good that it hurts, and you give in, knowing that he isn’t going to stop unless you say the magic words. lord knows, you won’t. lando knows you won’t.

it’s torturous, really, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth, drags his tongue over his mess and slips it right into your entrance. he swirls and sucks and nips and tugs. it’s like he’s turned a faucet on, watching hazily as you drip and drip, more of you and him seeping onto his tongue. he’s insatiable as he licks you clean, unable to resist luring you into a third orgasm.

and when it hits, god, does it hit.

the scream he pulls from your body is deafening, makes him shake with the intensity of it, the vibrations rippling through your body and ricocheting off of his. you relax limply into the mattress, urgently needing a break. you watch through hooded eyes as he slurps anything left of you from his reddened lips, your thighs clenching unconsciously. he just chuckles, flopping down beside you.

“tired, baby?” lando teases, stroking over your rapidly rising and falling ribs.

“just a tad.” you deadpan, unable to hold back the giggles as serotonin soothes you.

“oh, sweetheart. i’m not even nearly done with you yet.” lando grins toothily, deviously.

something he said about fucking you ‘anywhere’ you wanted dawns on you and your eyes widen.

-

anywhere really did mean anywhere.

he’d had to carry you to the shower when you were finally done, holding you close under the spray. you were lost to the memory of him pushing you into the sideboard in the hallway, laying you flat across the kitchen counter, eating you like dessert on the very same sun lounger that you’d been perched on when this whole marathon commenced.

you’re utterly spent, eyelids sagging when he finally sets you down on the sofa, playing on his phone while you fall asleep watching the office.

you’re curled up in lando’s lap, legs hanging over the end of the sofa when max finds you. hair still wet from the much needed shower and fast asleep in his best friends arms. he actively chooses to quell the disgusted curl of his lips. you look so peaceful, safe. his plans to throttle lando for his earlier stint subside.

“call me a wankstain on society later, if you want, but please don’t wake her up.” lando speaks with a hushed tone, not even gracing max with eye contact, his eyes remaining on the candies he’d been crushing before the other fewtrell turned up.

“i- no, i wasn’t gonna call you that. i did, however, consider driving that very nice, very vintage lambo you hired off a cliff.” max mutters. lando scoffs a laugh.

“you would have paid for it.” he still doesn’t look up from the phone. max eyes the way lando strokes your side, in time with the crests and falls of your breath. it’s tender, intimate.

max considers that there’s a strong possibility he was wrong.

“mate, listen-“

“nope. she’s your baby sister, i get it. i get it. you can hate me for it, but you crossed a line going after her like that.” lando finally looks up at max, glowering sternly.

“i’m gonna talk to her.” max bows his head, as if he’s ashamed of himself and lando softens slightly.

“you should, mate. she wants your support, your approval means everything.” lando says. “look, i love her. i really do. and while you were accusing me of trying to ruin her life, you were crushing her.” lando sighs, his voice wavering with a hint of pain. max meets his gaze.

“for the record, i don’t think anyone will ever be good enough for my little sister, but you come pretty fucking close.” max relents, pushing his pride aside, finally. lando smiles, small and knowing.

“i just wanna make her happy.” he shrugs, a look of hopeless romance, utter devotion and pure happiness radiating off of him in waves as he gazes down at your frame. something in max’s belly snaps, the apprehension dissolving to mush. he had gotten this all wrong.

“you do.” he hums, watching how you curl further into lando as you stir in your sleep, the drivers fingers delicately combing your hair away from your face. “but,” max quips.

lando grimaces, bracing himself.

“if you ever, ever, pull something like that again,” max shivers with disgust at the insinuation. “i will remove your bollocks and make you watch me crash the miura.” max swears, pointing a finger of warning.

“seems like everyone’s come to their senses, no more… pranks from me.” lando holds his free hand up in mock surrender.

“have you two kissed and made up yet?” you murmur, stretching out in lando’s arms. you rub sleep from your eyes, sitting up and leaning into your boyfriends solid frame, resting against him as your eyes flit to your brother.

“we’re good. ‘m, uh, sorry.” max nods, attempting to be heartfelt. lando chokes on a laugh as it falls flat.

“you’re “uh, sorry”?” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i’m really sorry.” max tries again, and you grin cheekily at your brother, watching as his shoulders release the tension they’ve been carrying all afternoon. he turns to leave, halfway to the door when you call out to him.

“hey, max?”

“yeah, lovely?” your chest warms at the sweet nickname. you’d forgotten the last time he’d called you that.

“wash your sheets.” your eyes blaze with amusement and you hear lando’s sharp inhale of breath, shocked that you’d gone there.

“you didn’t- my god, you did not-“ max splutters, his face almost green with nausea.

“you’ll never know for sure.” you grin. you think he’s going to faint.

serves the bastard right.

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"is your girlfriend single?" ☆ enha maknaes

☆ youtuber! non-idol! bf! enhypen maknae line x fem! reader ☆ summary: when your youtuber boyfriend finally shows you for the first time to his audience. ☆ genre: fluff, very dumb, jelly boys ☆ warning(s)? no! ☆ ygs seemed to like the hyung version so here's the maknae version!! reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

hyung ver.

sunoo ☆

OKAY HEAR ME OUT

this one is gonna be a lil different

paranormal investigator sunoo

he's like buzzfeed unsolved

and for one of his seasons, he goes and investigates haunted places and reviews their histories yk?

for the season finale

sunoo visits the bellaire house, which is notorious for being super haunted and ghost-infested

i like to think that sunoo is honestly skeptical abt ghosts

like he definitely has tried to talk to them, but hasn't discovered anything conclusive to definitively prove the existence of ghosts

anyways because it's the season finale

sunoo has a special guest...

you! his gf!

i think he'd be low key about your relationship, but his viewers know who you are

the video starts off normal

sunoo gives a rundown of the history of the bellaire house, like when it was built, the people that lived in it, the strange occurences in there, etc

the bickering between you and sunoo as you go over the bellaire house is very cute and sweet

it definitely makes it into those "sunoo and [name] being a comedic duo" compilations aw

anyways now its time to investigate the bellaire house head on 😈

sunoo pulls out all his cool ghost-catching gadgets

he tries everything

like the thermal camera, EMF meter, even the goddamn magnetic field detector

sunoos getting annoyed bc why are none of the ghosts talking to him :(

on the other hand

you're clinging onto him, hiding behind ur bf scared shitless

i mean like.... why would you not the bellaire house is known for having DEMONS 😭😭

sunoo huffs and turns to the camera, "welp it looks like there's no ghosts here"

one of the people in his camera crew suggest having you ask instead of him

even though youre scared you do it for ur bf

you're like "hi ghosts..... if you're here with us... please flicker the lights"

.

.

.

THE LIGHTS BEGIN TO FLICKER AAAAAAAA

AND SUNOOS HYPED OUT OF HIS MIND

"BABE BABE BABE ASK THEM THEIR NAME"

so youre like "ghosts... whats your name"

and NO JOKE

A WIND BLOWS PAST THE ROOM

AND EVERYONE IN THE ROOM SWEARS THEY HEAR SOMEONE WHISPER FAINTLY

"robert"

so that's how you and sunoo meet robert the ghost

BUT THAT'S NOT THE END

BECAUSE SUNOO HAS THE BRILLIANT IDEA OF PULLING OUT HIS OUIJA BOARD

tbh you both look dumb as hell

sitting on the crusty bellaire house floor

hunched over a ouija board

sunoo is now asking questions

but the ouija board doesn't even move

but when you ask

"robert, how are you today? yes for good, and no for bad"

THE GODDAMN PLANCHETTE MOVES TO YES AKA GOOD 😭

you and sunoo then introduce yourselves

again, when sunoo introduces himself nothing happens

but when you introduce yourself

the candle that's lit beside you goes out

someone in sunoo's camera crew jokes that they think that robert the ghost likes you

so sunoo jokingly asks "robert are you flirting with my girlfriend?"

AND THE OUIJA BOARD SAYS YES 😭😭😭

and when you kiss sunoo the doors in the house start slamming and shit like SOMEONES MAD

sunoo is lowk offended

and then he starts to beef with robert the ghost

except robert the ghost never respond to anything that sunoo says

bro leaves sunoo on heard

sunoos like "HEY ROBERT I DON'T CARE IF YOURE A DEMON YOU BETTER BACK THE FUCK UP!!"

later when ygs review the emf recorder it picks up robert the ghost whispering "i don't care 🙄"

sassy ass ghost

on the other hand

robert responds to EVERYTHING you say

atp you're not scared anymore

"hai robert i'm [name], knock over that doll over there if you want to be my friend"

and the doll knocks over 😭

"robert knock on the window if you think i'm cute :3"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

the camera crew is just laughing their asses off

at some point

the ouija board starts moving on its own

everyones like WOAHHH IT'S ACTUALLY MOVING!!! QUICK GET A PIECE OF PAPER SO WE CAN RECORD WHAT ITS SAYING!!!

sunoo is taking such dilligent notes

it starts with i, then s, then it spells out your name, and then s, i, n, g, l, e

" ' IS [NAME] SINGLE' ???"

is what the ouija board says

yes a goddamn ghost just asked that

SUNOO IS NOT HAVING IT

while you and the camera crew are cracking up

sunoo starts telling off robert

"listen bro just because you died in the bellaire house doesn't mean that you can try to take my gf 😐"

robert the ghost is being sassy too

so sunoo literally just snaps the ouija board in half

"haha you can't talk anymore robert .😐."

yk how in buzzfeed unsolved they take turns staying in the haunted place alone with all the lights off

sunoo kicks everyone out so that he can have a "man to man" talk with robert

robert isn't a physical person but everyone swears they hear crying

.... and it sure isn't coming from sunoo 😇

i think this would go really viral

"[name] is so beautiful that even dead people want her"

"robert the ghost is so me"

"even ghosts aren't immune to beautiful women"

"robert saw a hot woman and took his chance"

this would become an inside joke within sunoo's fandom fs

sunoo isn't having it though

he definitely still tweets about it

"i remember when some loser ghost tried to take my girlfriend"

"robert fuck you i'm glad you died"

"see you hell robert"

i def think robert is scared of sunoo now

LMAO

jungwon ☆

jungwon is documentary youtuber

he likes to make short documentaries about topics that he likes

kinda like wendigoon or fern or real horror

i feel like he'd have a super high quality mic that's super crisp

i think he'd like to make iceberg videos, or videos about obscure missing people stories

anyways

jungwon has a whiteboard that he uses to explain things

esp like timelines

but in one of his videos he doesn't use the whiteboard so it's in the background

so you write a little message on it

its just a very simple

"[name] was here :3 !!"

i feel like only a few people notice it

but as more and more videos pass

and jungwon doesn't use the whiteboard

your little messages get bigger and bigger

until one day the entire board is filled up with just "[NAME] WAS HERE!!!"

sorry i think a lot of jungwon's viewerbase would be redditors, just given what his content is like

r/jungwon LMAAOAOAO

on there someone brings it up

theyre like "who is [name]"

some ppl suggest that it's probably a friend or his gf

it's pretty chill tbh, his viewerbase isn't really too concerned

until one day

jungwon does one of those investigating 411 missing persons cases

except ygs live near one of the places where someone went missing

so he's physically walking along the path where someone went missing as he tells the story

poor baby is lowk kinda scared tho so he takes you along with him

youre mostly behind the camera but you do talk

at the beginning of the video he's like

"hi guys i'm joined by my girlfriend today"

you pop into frame to say hi

anyways like i said you do talk during this video

like as jungwon tells the story you're reacting behind the camera

"it's crazy that a 4 year old traversed 30 miles up a mountain in a matter of 30 hours..."

and behind the camera you're like "omg no way that's wild 😱😱😱"

youre like genuinely invested

you're also cracking a lot of jokes w him too

its really sweet bc most of his videos jungwon is alone, but since youre in this w him, he's smiling so much ;(

and like everytime he makes a joke you can see him looking off-camera to look at your reaction

and when you laugh everyone can literally see how proud he is

this video so SUPER well received

his comment section is so sweet

"i've never seen jungwon smile so much, he's so in love with [name] :("

"the way you can tell jungwon is proud when [name] laughs at his jokes"

but i think the most common type of comment are those type stamp ones

"at 1:23 [name]'s laugh is so cute!"

"0:58 when the camera panned over to [name] my jaw dropped... she's gorgeous!"

"5:29 [NAME] IS SO FUNNY I LOVE HER"

"at 4:40 i love the way [name] completes jungwon's sentence, i've never seen two people that are just so perfect for each other"

yk how on youtube there's that feature where you can see the most replayed part?

when you pop into frame that's the most replayed part of his video 😭

his viewerbase on reddit probably posts you

like its a screenshot from the video and theyre like "it's [name]! the one on the whiteboard!"

i think his fanbase would be really nice on reddit too :(

"she's so pretty!"

"jungwon has immaculate taste"

indeed he does <3

he's so proud of you, like i think he definitely looks at the comments and screenshots them to keep reading them

like YES THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND

HOWEVER

jungwon makes those "going through my subreddit" videos

and he comes across a post hyping you up

at first hes liek "YES YES YES MY GF IS SO BEAUTIFUL"

but then the comments on the post are like

"she's so beautiful, do ygs think she's single?"

"hi [name] 😏 (i am the ceo of amazon and read feminist literature books btw)"

obv all jokes

and jungwon's face visibly drops

he gives the camera a MAD side eye

a STINK EYE

jungwons like "all right, who said that 🤨"

AND THEN HE REPORTS AND BANS THEM 😭

he makes posts on his subreddit like "all of u are going missing next time i see shit like this"

HELP

riki ☆

sorry he's a shitposter

i think riki posts those genshin impact and fortnite playthroughs

but he also posts other gamer things

but he actually has a good fanbase

he's at like 900k subscribers even though he doesn't have a fixed upload schedule or specific genre of post

he's never showed his face like ever on his channel, but he definitely shows his personality through editing, video descriptions, and community posts

one day though

riki randomly posts a video titled "me and my girlfriend at the arcade"

and its a video of you and him on an arcade date :(

the majority of it is him behind the camera recording you as you play games

the way you can hear him chuckling behind the camera as you have cute reactions :((((

but there's also times where he's on camera

like when he's playing with the claw machine

and bc riki is a pro

he wins a you giant teddy bear!!

your cute lil cheers when he wins are like the most replayed part of the video

he takes such cute pictures of you hugging the bear aw

honestly his viewers are surprised when he posts the video

bc he used to be posting genshin impact videos why is there a vlog

but theyre not complaining

this video becomes one of his most viewed

since youre most of the video there's a lot of comments abt you

and i think his audience is close enough with riki to shit on him LMAAOAO

"[name] is so sweet i wanna hug her"

"i wish i was a teddy bear..."

"SHE'S SO CUTE"

"move aside riki"

"is [name] single by any chance"

"omg who is that weird random guy (riki) that keeps coming near you [name] is he bothering you queen"

"[name] who is this random guy are you cheating on me"

riki responds to these comments too

"you can't have her" "too bad she's lying in my arms right now" "she just kissed me" "do want want my girlfriend or a black eye"

he definitely starts fights

i think his video is so viral that he gets ppl outside his audience

and some ppl get mad when riki fights back 😭😭😭

“why is he fighting people they’re clearing joking” and riki responds like “yeah why is he fighting 🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡”

and then riki gets petty

and makes a video called

"addressing everything."

its like a logan paul apology video

it's also like 30 seconds 😭

"hi all... i just wanted to come here and apologize... for having a HOT GIRLFRIEND" and then he flips off the camera and it cuts off with you saying "babe?--"

lowk goes viral for it LMAO

behold the keyboard warrior trilogy- heehoonki ☠️

in the future riki does post more of your cute vlogs

and in the descriptions he's just ranting abt how much he loves you

lowk all the vlogs are basically just him admiring you

cuties

[cherryredstarz]

I’m still waiting for Mydei to knead my ass :)

A/n: 😈😈

Cw: post sex, aftercare, fluff and massages, Mydei x fem reader

Mydeimos is lounging on your back like a clingy cat. A lion. And the blonde is just purring into the soft, bruised skin of your neck, hickeys littering your flesh like constellations. Your prince was feeling awfully needy tonight.

And as a result of Mydei’s neediness, you’ve lost your ability to walk, for now at least. Your back aches from arching, your feet hurt from how intensely your toes curled, and your belly was sadly empty, despite being stuffed full of Mydei’s seed.

“Baby?” You mumur, as you notice rough yet gentle hands kneading at the plush of your ass cheeks.

He’s doing it again; kneading biscuits into the fat of your butt he loves so much. At this rate, the Chrysos Heir is going to leave red and purple handprints on your skin.

Mydei grumbled softly in response, his bare body still pressed firmly against yours. Your love had covered you with kisses while wiping your thighs with a warm damp rag, and now, he was insistent on staying snuggled against you. He’s not letting you go any time soon.

[linoxpudding]

Intern (Pt 2)- Lee Know

summary: he's back to sending mixed signals, and you figured he was just playing hard to get — until you overhear something that breaks your heart

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, humor

word count: 3940 words

a/n: the drama just started 😈

Intern Series: Part One Part Three

~°~

You walked into the dressing room the next morning humming under your breath, arms full of accessories and heart full of joy. Last night felt like something shifted. Minho wasn’t just polite—he’d been soft. Protective. The kind of soft that lingered in your head long after the car door shut behind you.

You still hadn’t stopped thinking about the way he told you to text when you got inside. The way he opened your door without a word. The way his voice went quiet when he said “You shouldn’t have to.” And okay, fine, maybe you replayed the moment a few too many times while brushing your teeth last night. Whatever.

But when you walked into the dressing room, all giddy and warm, you looked around to spot Minho, and you found him already there. Sitting on the couch. Hoodie up. Headphones in.

But he didn’t notice you yet. 

You approached him. “Morning,” you said, trying not to sound too chipper.

No reply.

You blinked. Okay, maybe he didn’t hear you. That had to be it. You moved past him, setting the jewelry boxes down on the counter, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Ten minutes later, the boys trickled in one by one. The usual chaos returned: Han trying to convince someone to go get coffee, Jeongin dramatically flopping onto the floor like he hadn’t slept in three days, and Felix complimenting your earrings like the angel he was.

But Minho was still silent. 

Your stomach dipped a little. Maybe he didn’t sleep well. Maybe he was tired.

You tried to shake it off. You had racks to sort, accessories to label, a schedule to follow. But every time you glanced over—hoping for one of those almost-smiles, or even a sarcastic jab—there was nothing.

No teasing. No eye contact. No trace of the soft-spoken boy who opened your door last night like it meant something.

Just silence. Cold, distant, silence.

And it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

You were mid-lint rolling Hyunjin’s jacket when he raised a perfectly arched brow at you. “You’re weirdly quiet today,” he said, cocking his head. “Usually you don’t shut up.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He smirked. “It’s Minho hyung, isn’t it?”

You froze. Busted. “…No?”

“Oh my god,” Hyunjin gasped suddenly, “you’re upset because Minho hyung went back to being an emotionally constipated statue today, aren’t you?”

You made a face, but didn’t deny it. “He was just… nice last night. And now it’s like I dreamed the whole thing.”

Hyunjin’s grin softened into something gentler. “He’s like that. You know, weird about feelings. But he’s so into you.”

You snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“No, really. You didn’t see the way he looked at you last night. He gave you literal heart eyes.”

“Hyunjin.”

“Heart. Eyes.” He mimicked exaggerated blinking, batting his lashes dramatically. “It’s disgusting, honestly.”

You blushed, swatting at his arm. “Shut up.”

“Nope.” He leaned in closer, whispering with a devilish smirk. “He acts all cool but the second you’re not looking? He turns into a blushing schoolboy.”

You laughed despite yourself. “You’re delusional.”

“Pot, meet kettle,” Hyunjin said smugly.

What neither of you noticed was the way Minho’s eyes flicked up from behind his phone just then. He hadn’t really been listening to music. Not the whole time. He watched the way Hyunjin leaned close to you. Watched how you blushed, how you smiled and his jaw clenched.

He wasn’t mad. Not really.

But something burned beneath his skin. Something he didn’t want to name. Because Hyunjin had no business making you laugh like that. And you had no business smiling like that when it wasn’t at him.

He stood up abruptly, pulling down his hoodie and tossing his phone onto the couch.

“Hyunjin,” he said coolly. “Go bother someone else.”

You both turned. Hyunjin raised a brow. “Jealous, hyung?”

Minho didn’t reply. Just shot him a look so sharp it could cut glass. Then he turned to you. His voice was quieter. More clipped, “I need someone to check the hem on my pants. Now.”

Your brows rose. “You could’ve said please.”

Minho didn’t say anything as he turned and walked toward the fitting area, not waiting to see if you’d follow.

Hyunjin gave you a look, mouthing: “Told you.”

*******************

Over the next few days, it became a rhythm — you and Hyunjin, laughing and teasing like you’d been friends for years. He was your anchor, your safe space, your daily source of sanity in the whirlwind of tight schedules and wardrobe emergencies.

And Minho was the ghost in the background.

Always there. Never speaking. But watching.

Like the fire behind frosted glass — hidden, but hot enough to burn.

One evening, you and Hyunjin were messing around in the dressing room. You were trying to braid his hair and failing spectacularly, fingers tangled in his strands as he made dramatic noises of suffering.

“I’m telling you,” he said through fake gritted teeth, “if I end up looking like a medieval knight, I’m blaming you.”

You giggled. “You’re the one who said ‘make me look cool.’”

“I meant ‘K-pop cool,’ not ‘Game of Thrones!’”

You were both laughing so hard you didn’t hear Minho come in — not until you looked up and saw him standing by the mirror, silent.

His eyes weren’t on you. Not quite.

But they weren’t not on you either.

And when they flicked to Hyunjin’s head in your lap, something darkened in them. Just for a split second. So quick you almost thought you imagined it.

Then, as if nothing happened, he turned away and busied himself with tying his shoelaces.

Later that night, Hyunjin caught you in the hallway outside the rehearsal room.

“You saw it, didn’t you?” he said, eyes glinting.

You hesitated, voice low. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Hyunjin tilted his head, voice dropping. “You really don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?”

He gave you a little half-smile. “The way he watches us.”

You sighed. “He doesn’t care, Jinnie. If he did, he’d—say something. Or look at me. Or literally anything other than act like I’m invisible”

“He’s not ignoring you,” Hyunjin said, voice quiet but firm. “He’s jealous.”

You stared at him. “No, he’s not.”

Hyunjin nodded once. “Yes. He. Is.”

You scoffed. “He barely looks at me.”

“Exactly,” Hyunjin said. “He doesn’t look at you. He looks at us.”

You fell silent.

Because now that you thought about it… there were moments.

The way Minho’s jaw clenched whenever Hyunjin slung an arm around your shoulder. The way he always seemed to pass behind you both during breaks, never saying a word — but never not hovering. The way his eyes flicked to your hand when you high-fived Hyunjin during a particularly challenging fitting day.

It was subtle. So subtle that if Hyunjin hadn’t pointed it out, you might’ve missed it.

But now you can't unsee it. Maybe…he was just playing hard to get?

It didn’t make sense. The attention was there, sure. But so was the silence. And it was driving you insane. You’d run through every possible reason in your head. Maybe he was shy. Maybe he didn’t know how to talk to you. Maybe he thought you weren’t interested. Or maybe—just maybe—Minho was the kind of person who liked to watch from the sidelines. The kind who observed before acting. The kind who kept his cards pressed so tightly to his chest, you’d never even know he was playing the same game.

Still, it was hard not to feel a little stupid. How were you supposed to respond to someone who barely acknowledged your existence, but also managed to show up in every moment you looked back on? He didn’t talk to you. He didn’t flirt. He didn’t even smile. 

But he looked.

And sometimes a look can say everything. Or nothing at all.

And you were stuck in the space between.

*******************

A few days later, you were rushing through the studio hallway, arms full of borrowed garments, when the floor betrayed you. Your foot caught on a loose shoelace, the tile beneath you slick enough to tip the odds. You lost your balance—but before you could fall, a hand caught you.

Minho’s arm caught you at the waist, pulling you upright in one smooth motion. Your hands landed on his chest instinctively, and for a second—just a second—your entire world narrowed to that single point of contact.

His hoodie was soft. His grip was firm. And you could feel his heart beating against your palm.

“Careful,” he muttered, voice low.

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed. “I—uh—thanks.”

He didn’t let go right away. You didn’t move either.

His gaze flicked to your lips, just once, before snapping back to your eyes. His arm slowly dropped from your waist like he was pulling away from something dangerous.

And then, like always—he took a step back. Closed himself off.

“You should double-knot your laces,” he said. Cool. Detached.

But his ears were red.

You stood frozen for a moment after he walked away, still clutching the jacket to your chest like it could steady your heartbeat.

And you couldn’t help but think: What the hell was that?

That night, you told Hyunjin everything.

The hallway. The catch. The look. The voice.

“…and he said I should double-knot my laces,” you finished, flopping dramatically on the couch in the corner of the lounge.

Hyunjin raised a brow. “He caught you like a K-drama lead and all you took from that was advice about shoelaces?”

You groaned. “That’s the thing! He was so soft. And then he wasn’t. It’s like—he lets me in for half a second, then walls slam back up.”

Hyunjin grinned. “He’s not playing hard to get. He is hard to get.”

“But why?” you whispered.

Hyunjin tilted his head. “Maybe you scare him.”

You looked at him, startled. “Me?”

“Yeah. You got under his skin, Y/Nie. And he doesn’t know what to do with that.”

You didn’t say anything.

But that night, when you lay in bed, you couldn’t stop replaying the way Minho’s hand felt around your waist. The way he looked at you like the moment was slipping between his fingers and he didn’t know whether to let it go—or hold on tighter.

You were starting to wonder—

If he truly cared then why was he keeping you at a distance? Why was he leaving you standing in the middle, breathless and unsure.

*******************

The next morning, you showed up to the studio a little earlier than usual, a box of cupcakes balanced in your arms. Just a small gesture—something lighthearted to brighten the mood for the team.

You’d gotten everyone’s favorite, or tried to. Hyunjin liked anything with strawberry. The stylists preferred classic vanilla. And Han, bless his sugar addiction, would eat anything with frosting.

You remember that Han had mentioned once casually, in the backseat of a van after a long schedule, Minho liked coffee-flavored desserts. “Bittersweet. Just like him,” Han had joked.

So you bought that one for him.

When you found him backstage, adjusting his in-ears, you smiled and held out the small cupcake box.

“Hey,” you said softly. “Brought these for everyone. Got you coffee—figured you might like—”

Before you could finish, he glanced at the box, then at you. And just… walked past.

No thank you. No smile. Not even a word.

Your hand slowly lowered. The box felt heavier now, like it was filled with something far more delicate than frosting.

You stood there for a second, trying not to let it sting too much. But it did. It really did.

“Hey,” a voice said gently behind you.

You turned to find Han, eyes soft with concern. “You okay?”

You gave him a too-quick smile. “Yeah. Totally. It’s just… cupcakes.”

Han tilted his head. “You’re doing that thing.”

You blinked. “What thing?”

“That thing where you pretend you’re okay but your eyes look like you’re seconds away from crying or committing crimes.”

You let out a watery laugh.

“I don’t get it,” you whispered. “You were there that night. In the car. After dinner. He was so… soft. And sweet. I thought we had a moment.”

Han nodded. “You did.”

Your breath caught.

“I don’t know what happened after that,” you sighed.

Han sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Minho hyung isn’t good at… feelings. He gets all tangled up.”

“I think he just doesn’t care..” You say softly.

Han’s voice softened. “He cares, Y/N. That’s obvious. But he’s scared of something. Or maybe someone. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not you. He’s just being immature.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t know how to.

Instead, you looked down at the cupcake in your hand. Bittersweet. Just like him.

*******************

A few more days passed. You kept your distance. He kept his.

Until one day, you were sitting on the floor of the practice room, your back resting against the mirror, scrolling through your camera roll to find a look reference for Seungmin’s next fitting. Your phone slipped from your fingers and landed just out of reach, face-down on the floor.

Before you could reach for it, a hand picked it up.

You looked up.

Minho. 

He didn’t say anything as he handed it back, but his fingers brushed yours a second too long. And when your eyes met—just for a heartbeat—he didn’t look away.

Instead, he said, “You always sit in weird spots.”

You blinked. “You always sneak up like a cat.”

A faint smirk curved his lips. “Not my fault you don’t pay attention.”

“You’re literally wearing black head to toe,” you pointed out.

“So?”

“So you’re blending in with the floor.”

That made him huff a quiet laugh, the smallest one, the kind that slipped past his defenses before he could stop it.

He stood up again, brushing off his sweats. “Tell Seungmin not to wear the green pants again. They make him look like broccoli.”

You blinked, surprised.

“…You looked at my fitting sketches?”

He paused, just briefly.

Then, without turning around, he said, “Maybe.”

And walked off. Leaving you there. Your heart stuttered again. You shook your head, shutting your eyes for a second:

No. No, don’t do this again.

You were overthinking. He was just being kind. A little snarky, a little soft—just like he was with everyone else when he felt like it.

You swallowed the feeling, shoved it deep down like you planned to do from now on because you had an internship to do.

*******************

The morning started off chaotic—as usual. Wardrobe racks rolled across the studio like stampedes, stylists barked directions over the hum of hairdryers, and members of Stray Kids floated in and out like it was their second home. You were stationed near the fitting mirrors, adjusting a lineup of outfit pieces for their next music video shoot.

“Jinnie,” you called, scanning the list, “You’re supposed to be in the deep red set first.”

Hyunjin peeked from behind a clothing rack, his freshly styled hair falling into his eyes. “Bestieee,” he whined playfully, “Can’t I do the black one first? It makes my collarbones look expensive.”

You grinned. “Everything on you looks expensive.”

“See? That’s why you’re my favorite.” He leaned in, wrapping his arms around you from behind in an overly dramatic hug.

You laughed, gently swatting his hands off. “Get changed before I make you wear crocs on set.”

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of dark eyes were watching.

Minho stood across the room, sipping from a coffee cup, his expression stoic. His gaze lingered far longer than he meant it to—on the easy way you smiled with Hyunjin, the way you adjusted his lapel with delicate fingers, and how Hyunjin whispered something in your ear that made you cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.

“You’re glaring,” Seungmin said beside him, startling him.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

Seungmin turned to him, raising a brow. “Hyung, you literally flinched when she touched Hyunjin’s wrist.”

“I didn’t flinch.”

“You sipped your coffee so aggressively it sounded like a threat.”

Minho huffed and turned away, but not before taking one last look—only to find you already looking at him.

Your eyes met. A flicker passed between you. But this time you looked away first.

*******************

There was a cozy get-together at the director’s place to mark the successful release of the latest album. The director’s house was a lot bigger than you’d expected.

Wide hallways, glowing sconces, too many rooms to count. It was the kind of place where even the chaos of an afterparty looked sophisticated. Staff mingled with band members, producers lounged by the kitchen island, and someone was already halfway through a bottle of wine they didn’t remember bringing.

You walked in with Hyunjin who was dressed in casual jeans and a satin shirt he stole from the last concept shoot. You’d changed into a casual-but-cute outfit before coming—a ribbed sweater, jeans that hugged you just right, and your favorite earrings because why not? Tonight wasn’t about work. Tonight was about breathing.

You’d barely stepped through the threshold before Han was pulling you toward the backyard with a grin, Jeongin trailing behind with a bag of chips.

“You’re late,” Han teased, pulling you to a proper hug. “We almost started a search party for you.”

“Oh please,” you said, hugging him back. “You would’ve forgotten I existed the second the snack table called your name.”

Jeongin gasped. “She knows you too well, hyung.”

“I feel attacked,” Han pouted dramatically. 

Hyunjin chuckled before asking you, “Drink?”

“Please,” you said with a dramatic sigh. “Something strong enough to erase the madness of this week.”

“Relatable,” Hyunjin said with a sigh, already making his way toward the makeshift bar in the kitchen.

The rest of the three of you found a spot near the patio lights, the night cool but comfortable. Laughter bubbled from the kitchen and music hummed low from the living room speakers. You leaned against the railing, soaking in the rare chance to just be.

“Where’s the rest of the chaos crew?” you asked.

“Oh, you mean Mr. Lee Minho?” Han said, raising his brows, voice laced with mischief.

You blinked. “I didn’t say that—”

“Don’t lie,” Jeongin chimed in. “We’ve all seen the looks.”

Han gave you a knowing smirk. “She’s blushing.”

“I’m not!” You covered your face with your hands, heat blooming in your cheeks. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” he sing-songed.

You groaned, covering your face. “Shut up, both of you.”

“Hey, I’m your wingman, let me work,” Han laughed. “Operation MinY/N is in progress.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning. “You guys are the worst,” you mumbled, laughing despite your embarrassment. “I need a second, I’ll be right back.”

You headed up the stairs to catch your breath, maybe splash some cold water on your face, heart still fluttering from the teasing. The hallway upstairs was quieter. As you passed the hallway toward the bathroom, you paused—voices were coming from the slightly ajar game room door. You recognized them instantly.

Minho. Changbin. Chan. Seungmin.

You were about to walk past until your name caught your attention.

“Y/N flirts too much,” Minho said. “It’s kind of… annoying.”

Your heart stopped. You froze.

“What?” Changbin asked, sounding confused.

Inside, the soft clack of billiard balls echoed between words—they were in the middle of a pool game.

“She does it with everyone,” Minho continued, his voice laced with annoyance. “Me, Hyunjin… always with the teasing and touches and little comments. It’s kinda exhausting.”

They were talking about you.

“She’s just being friendly,” Changbin added quietly. “Y/N’s like that with everyone— kind and nice.”

There was a pause, another faint clack of billiard balls. Then Minho again, his tone sharper now.

“I get it, she’s nice, but it’s like—God—she’s always laughing too loud, always trying to be near me. I just want some peace but she’s everywhere. It's like she doesn’t know when to back off?” A low, frustrated sigh followed. “She’s constantly hovering around me, it’s suffocating.”

“She’s not—” Seungmin started, but Minho cut him off.

“I don’t know how many times I have to make it clear,” Minho said with a huff. “Can’t she take the hint? I’m not interested. She’s just too much.”

Your breath hitched.

“That’s enough, Minho.” Chan’s voice warned, firmly.

“I’m just being honest,” Minho muttered, softer now. Defensive.

You didn’t hear the rest.

Your fingers were trembling as you pushed the door open.

Four heads snapped toward you. Minho’s face went pale in an instant. Seungmin’s mouth parted in shock. Changbin winced, shoulders tense.

Chan looked straight at you—regret already etched into his features.

“I…” Your throat was dry. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just looking for the bathroom.”

You looked at Minho, who wouldn’t meet your eyes.

You took a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice even, though you could feel the crack forming beneath it. “I didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable. I must’ve crossed a line. It won’t happen again.”

The silence was unbearable.

You turned and walked away before anyone could say anything else.

You weren’t even sure how you got from the hallway to the staircase — only that you needed out.

Your legs moved on autopilot, shoes clacking against marble, breath catching in your throat as you blinked up at the ceiling to keep tears from spilling.

But just as you rounded the corner, out of view, the voices inside the room shifted.

“Bro, what the hell was that?” Chan’s tone was sharp, a rare edge to it.

“You didn’t have to say it like that,” Changbin added, voice lower. “You know she doesn’t flirt with everyone. She’s been into you since day one, and you know it.”

There was a pause, like even Minho didn’t have an answer for that.

“She’s not fake, Minho hyung. You just don’t know how to handle when someone actually gives a shit,” Seungmin muttered.

*******************

Outside the hallway, you gripped the railing of the dimly lit staircase, trying to suck in a breath without falling apart.

And that’s when you heard someone’s footsteps behind you.

“Y/N?”

You turned slightly — and there was Felix, his brows immediately pinching in concern when he saw your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice gentle, hand reaching out as if to comfort you.

But you shook your head quickly, forcing a small, broken smile.

“I’m okay,” you lied. “I… I just need to leave. I’m sorry.”

You brushed past him, blinking furiously.

“Y/N?” Hyunjin’s voice echoed.

You froze.

He was rushing down the steps, expression worried and confused, scanning your face — and when he saw your eyes shimmering with unshed tears, his jaw clenched.

“What happened?” he asked, softer this time, eyes darting behind you like he was trying to find the cause.

You couldn’t speak. You shook your head again, more desperate this time.

“I’m driving you,” he declared immediately, already pulling out his keys.

“No,” you whispered. “Please, Hyunjin… I just want to be alone, I’ll just…go home.”

That cracked something in him.

You’d never refused him like that. Not once.

“But you’re—” He stopped himself. “You’re crying. Just let me—”

You stepped back.

“Please,” you said, your voice barely a breath now. “I don’t want to talk. Not now.”

He didn’t chase you, even though he desperately wanted to. So, he watched you go, heart pounding, throat tight — a thousand questions and a single truth ringing in his head:

You weren’t okay.

And someone dared to break your heart tonight.

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Miss Possessive*

Summary: “You’ve been dating the ice hockey team captain for a while now, and while you’ve gotten used to his popularity, you can’t keep yourself from getting jealous at all the attention he’s getting at his house party…”

Tropes: ice hockey player!harry x medical student!y/n

Wc: 5k

Warnings: SMUT, possessiveness (surprise surprise), chok!ng, dirty talk, exh!bitionism (if you squint), overst!mulation and some angst and then some fluff at the end😊

A/N: hi y’all! I got two things to say!

1. I wrote this one-shot based off the song miss possessive by Tate McRae and this tiktok I saw of the hottest things guys can say in bed, and I incorporated all of them😈. Screenshot of the tiktok below:

LMAO, anyways…

2. I’m thinking of making more parts to this, like how they met and stuff, so let me know if that’s something you’d like!

Okay happy reading!!!

Oh here’s my general masterlist

Harry has been your boyfriend for almost two months now. It's so nerve wracking, but also the most fun you think you've ever had.

God... to think you found him such a pain in the ads when you first met him. The version of yourself that you were five months ago would be straight up laughing at you if she'd see you now. But then again, that version doesn't know what you know now.

Life works in miraculous ways. If Harry hadn't been one of the athletes you'd been paired up with for your assignment, you probably would've never talked to him. And if his physical exam results hadn't forced you to check up on him afterwards, you probably would've never ended up dating him.

So, despite the result being a bit negative, the positive thing is that you had to talk to him one more time, otherwise you would've never fallen in love the way you have now.

You also never would've been at a house party off campus organized by the ice hockey team.

You'd never been before, but Harry really wanted you to experience it at least once. Besides, it was his last year playing for this team, and as captain he had to be present for team bonding activities.

It wasn't like you didn't like to party, you just ran in different crowds before. It just so happened to be that you didn't attend the same parties as the student athletes. You usually found yourself more with the IT and Engineering people, who seemed to have a very strong opinion on the people who were more athletically inclined. You never shared that same opinion, not liking judgment all too much. Besides, any analyzing of athletes on your part usually involved a lot of gawking and not a lot of talking. You couldn't help it, you've always liked muscles.

Lucky for you, Harry is not short of them. Something you have found other people also tend to notice.

You're not entirely sure if it's your insecurities or the result of being an only child, but you've never particularly liked sharing what's yours. Harry had a blast with that fact when he found out, stating it was 'hot as fuck' that you were so possessive of him. While that's all fun and games, it's a little less nice when your boyfriend happens to look like he was shaped by a skilled group of greek gods.

It's why you were hesitant about this party tonight. Harry warned you that there's always puck bunnies at their parties, mostly because the single guys like to invite them.

The other day, you kind of had an argument about your possessiveness when you glared down a girl from his class that he had to do an assignment with. He ended up having to switch partners because the girl suddenly didn't want to work with him anymore. He got mad at you, telling you that you needed to get it in your head that he was yours, and that he didn't want anyone else.

You felt incredibly guilty, more towards him than to towards the girl, which was something you would unpack in therapy a week from now. You apologized and he forgave you immediately, because Harry hates to fight. But it does make you feel a bit queasy about tonight, because if there's going to be girls staring at him all night, you'll have to put a damper on your temper, which might be impossible if you've consumed alcohol. It always gets worse after a few drinks.

Doing some final touch ups in front of Harry's bathroom mirror, you give yourself a silent pep-talk. You won't do anything, unless they actively flirt with him. That'll give you enough grounds to play the jealous girlfriend card without it resulting in a huge fight.

The first hour of the party goes by pretty fast, and you've done surprisingly well so far. About five girls have walked up to Harry and struck up a conversation with him—not acting doesn't mean not observing—but he's handled it perfectly so far. You've talked about boundaries in the months that you've been dating, and he respects every single one of them.

You have to admit that you're a bit bummed out that you don't know many people here. Sure, you know Harry's teammates, but they're busy with other friends or people they're trying to hook up with. You're not going to be the annoying girlfriend and bother them while they're trying to get laid.

To be honest, you kind of miss Harry, despite the fact that he's in the same house. Then again, you knew he was going to know a lot of people here. You decide you'll find him and stick by his side as soon as you finish your drink.

You're still assuring yourself you're going to be fine tonight when a blonde girl with bright blue eyes appears from behind Harry and grabs onto his arm. You lean towards Connor, Harry's teammate, who's sitting next to you on the couch.

"Who's that?" You ask. Connor looks over at the pair and lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Sydney." He answers. "Why doesn't she ever talk to me..."

You look at the boy next to you who is now slumped in his seat and staring over at the blonde girl with the tiny figure with wide eyes, and suddenly your stomach turns.

"Hey." Dan, Harry's other teammate suddenly appears in front of you. "You okay?"

You don't answer, your eyes traveling to Harry who— isn't there anymore. Seeing red, you down your drink in one go. Dan is about to say something, but you push him to the side and walk towards the spot where your boyfriend was five seconds ago. Frantically looking around, you feel some sort of relief when you spot your boyfriend, but it quickly burns to rage when you see he's still talking to that girl.

Your blood is close to boiling as you march over to where Harry and that girl are talking. He doesn't seem to notice you nearing, and your organs twist when you see him chuckle at whatever the girl in front of him said. You can see she's reaching for his arm, stepping closer to him. You're next to him in a millisecond.

"Hi." You say, announcing your presence to your boyfriend as if he didn't already feel it two seconds before. The girl has retracted her arm by now, which is good because if she didn't you would've cut it off with the nearest kitchen knife.

Harry senses your mood, because he immediately wraps his arm around your waist to calm you down.

"Hey babe."

"You two having fun?" You quirk up an eyebrow, crossing your arms, not even glancing at the girl once. You swear you see a hint of a smirk on Harry's face before it fades away.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." The girl announces, clearly sensing an awkward situation on the horizon.

"Bye!" You chirp, still not taking your eyes off your boyfriend. He doesn't seem all too pleased with you, but you don't care because it's not like you can't say the same thing for him.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks once the girl has left the kitchen. He looks genuinely confused and somehow it pisses you off even more.

"I don't know, what are you doing?"

"Are you jealous or something?" He asks, taking a sip of his coke and bacardi. You let your eyes wander down his body, his gaze suddenly feeling quite heavy.

"She was hitting on you."

"We hadn't even started a conversation!" He responds.

"Well— she was trying to hit on you." You huff, because it's true. You know body language and you know girls, and you guess it's fine she couldn't have known that Harry isn't single, but that didn't mean you wouldn't just let her find that out herself.

Harry scoffs, and you're quick to look up at him. Your brow creases as you watch him shake his head in what appears to be disbelief.

"You know you don't have to do all of that." He says, and you can tell he's irritated. You try to control your breathing, trying not to let it waver from the turbulence you're feeling in your body. "Thought we agreed to talk about it."

That sends you over the edge for some reason. Partly, you know he's right. There is nothing for you to worry about. But for him to say it in this way, at this moment? It's so hypocritical.

"Talk? How? I thought I was going to have fun at a party with my boyfriend, but you've ditched me from the moment we stepped into this party." You bite back, and you can tell he didn't expect it, nor does he agree with what you're saying.

"What are you talking about? I told you I would probably run into a lot of people tonight."

"Yeah but you could've at least taken me along with you, couldn't you?" You frown at him. Harry stays silent, but when you try to slide past him to walk away, he grips your arm and stops you in your tracks.

"So, this is about you not getting enough attention?" He growls so lowly that it's almost a whisper, his eyes checking his surroundings to see if no one can tell that you're fighting. It rubs you the wrong way that he's annoyed with you right now, so you decide to get your claws out.

"Oh don't worry about me getting attention." You say slowly before shaking loose of his arm and walking back to the couch.

"Hey." Dan greets you when you appear again, standing up and gesturing for you to sit on the couch again. You thank him and sit down, letting out a sigh.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asks again, and this time you answer.

"I'm fine." You brush it off because you don't want him to know the content of you and Harry's disagreements. You're a private person, and it's none of his business anyway.

"Is it because of Sydney?" Dan questions anyway. You look up at the guy next to you, a frown on your face. He shakes his head, throwing his hands up. "No, I'm just saying— if it is about her, I get it. Not the first relationship she's tried to fuck up."

Your eyes go wide, and your throat clamps up. Was your gut feeling right?

No.

You slowly shake your head, ridding yourself of that intrusive thought because just thinking it felt unfair and wrong. Harry would never do that to you, nor did he ever give you a reason to.

"That's a shitty thing of you to say." You say, getting up from your seat and heading for the stairs. This party suddenly has a bitter taste to it, and it's frustrating that you have yourself to blame for that.

You quickly do your business, but you stay in the bathroom unnecessarily long, fixing some of your make-up and your hair as a way to stall going back downstairs. After ten minutes of procrastinating you figure you've officially been here too long and it's time to get back to the party. You swing the door open and enter Harry's room.

You shriek when you see your boyfriend sitting on his bed. With your hand clutched to your chest, you let out a deep breath.

"Jesus fuck! You scared me. I didn't see—"

But Harry's already charging towards you, and before you can finish your sentence he's got you with your back against the bathroom door and his hand wrapped around your neck. You're stunned to silence.

"Is this what you wanted?" Harry asks, tightening his grip. Your mouth is going dry, and your heart rate picks up even more when you see his dark, lust-filled eyes. To the untrained eye you would think he was possessed by some feral animal, but you knew this is how Harry gets, and it's especially how you like him to get; unapologetically rough.

A slight smirk grows on Harry's face when you don't answer his question, just bucking your hips forward instead.

"What happened to all that attitude, sweet girl?" He asks as he strokes your neck with his thumb. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his free hand roaming down your stomach and towards your inner thighs. When his fingers suddenly stop tracing, your eyes shoot back open again. He acts surprised, his brows a bit raised and his eyes slightly widened, but you know he's enjoying the hell out of this.

You whine incoherently, easily giving into to the role he wants you to play. You have no problem doing it, especially knowing what's going to follow when he gets like this.

"Hm?" He hums innocently, his hand traveling to your ass and squeezing it before he pushes your heat against his crotch. "Use your words."

You gasp at the contact with his body. Even after being together for a year, you're still so hungry for his touch every time. In fact, it feels like it's only magnified since you've been in a relationship. "Please..."

"Please what? Tell me what you want." He tuts you, his hand loosening on your neck and sliding over your chest a bit.

"Please touch me." You say in hushed tone, pushing yourself against him again. You can feel he's hard as well, but he's actually composed. You never understand how he doesn't fall apart in these kinds of situations, his self control is astonishing.

"Where?"

"W— what?" You breathe out. Why is he making this so unnecessarily hard?

"Take my hand where you want it." He demands, although the way he brings it might lead one to think it's a suggestion. Then again, you know your boyfriend; it's an order.

So, you do as he says and lead his hand from your ass to your pussy, pressing his finger against your clit. It's all Harry needs, the gentle direction, before he goes to work with his fingers. He rubs them over your panties, soaking them with each movement. You let out an impatient whine, the friction bringing so much stimulation and still it’s not enough. Harry laughs.

"So wet for me baby. Is this what I've been neglecting all night?" He asks sweetly, pulling down your panties until they fall to your ankles. The sounds of your drenched pussy filling the room is almost embarrassing, would it not be so fucking hot.

"Yes..." you say stubbornly, biting your lip to prevent yourself from moaning too loudly, which miserably fails when he slides one of his long fingers into you. "Oh..!"

"Could've just said you wanted me to take care of this." He goes on, a certain nonchalance to his tone that makes you go weak in the knees. His tone makes it seem like he isn't currently bringing his girlfriend dangerously close to an orgasm in a minimum amount of time. "Didn't have to run t'my teammates, now did you?"

You shake your head at his question when he slips in another finger. You've gotten used to the size of his fingers, but the harsh way he's thrusting them into you right now does somewhat hurt. He is punishing you by going rougher than usual, and the sole thought of that makes the pain melt away.

"Think I deserve an apology for that, don't you?" He says, slowing down his movements on purpose to get you riled up. He knows you want to come.

"I deserve an apology too." You say breathlessly, standing your ground despite the weak position he has you in. Harry raises a brow.

"Well I'm making it up to you now, aren't I?"

You're about to respond to that when Harry silences you by increasing the speed with which his fingers drive into you. Your jaw is slack as you feel the bubble in your lower stomach growing, especially as the heel of his palm continuously slaps against your clit. Your eyes are closed, so you don't notice Harry leaning in until you feel his hot breath fan against your ear.

"Apologize, and I'll let you come." He says, not slowing himself down in any way whatsoever. But you know your traitorous body by now, and you know how it always waits for Harry's permission to explode. It's as if he's in possession of a red button, and only when he presses it, it goes off.

"S—sorry..." you say, but it's barely comprehensible. You're beginning to fall apart.

"What was that, baby?" Harry's condescending tone matches his wicked grin as he waits for you to articulate yourself better.

"I'm sorry!" You sputter out, that explosion feeling awfully close by now. You throw your head back, holding onto the door knob for a bit of support.

"For?" He goes the extra mile, and you could kill him would you not be on the brink of death right now yourself.

"F—for being jealous." You cry out, your other hand quickly grabbing onto Harry's arm before your knees can buckle. He is quick to wrap his free arm around your waist to keep you upright.

"Good girl." He breathes out, his fingers soaked as they pound into you. You finally begin to explode. "You can come now. There you go, nothing to be jealous of. I'll always make you come baby... no one else."

Your cries are downright pathetic as you come around Harry's fingers, and as you ride out your release, you realize your mind is all foggy. You can't really comprehend Harry leading you to his bed and laying you down on it. The only thing you know is that he hasn't stopped moving his fingers.

"Harry..!" You croak out before you cut yourself off with a loud moan the moment that his tongue starts to suck at your clit. You begin to squirm, trying to get away from the sensitivity, but your boyfriend won't let you.

"N—no...oh!" It's hard to get a word out with him working on you so roughly. The sounds of his mouth and his fingers are extremely vulgar and equally the most arousing thing you've ever heard. "Harry I'm too— no!"

Your boyfriend keeps his pace despite your attempts to make him stop. You gasp when he takes his tongue off your clit for a split second. You look down at him, his chin glistening in your arousal.

"Beg for it." He commands, and attaches his tongue to your clit again.

Like a mindless fool, something switches inside you, and despite the uncomfortable sensitivity of your pussy, you find yourself begging for it, for him.

"Please, please, make me come!" You shout, and Harry really takes your begging to heart, because he adds even more pressure to your clit. And just like that, you explode again.

Despite having your eyes shut, you swear you're seeing the light as you convulse around your boyfriend's fingers. You can't control anything. The volume of your moans, the way your body spasms, or the amount of liquid that releases from your pussy.

Your cheeks are flushed and your ears are ringing by the time you open your eyes again. You look at Harry with tired shock in your eyes, but he just looks amazed.

"Fuck, I've never made you squirt before." He says, eyes flicking from you to the mess you made under him. He looks incredibly proud, which nicely compensates for the sheer embarrassment that has washed over your body.

He leans over you, whispering for you to look at him. You obey him sheepishly. The hint of a smile on his face is gentle now, and as soft as the thumb that sweep the lingering tear from your cheeks. He places a kiss on your nose, telling you you did good without saying anything at all.

"D'you need a minute baby?" He asks sweetly, but you're sure he must know you well enough by now to know what your answer is to that. You immediately shake your head. He smiles, fully this time. "No? You're ready to take me already?"

You nod frantically, and Harry chuckles as he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock. The sole sight of him makes your cunt ache to be filled up, and you find yourself moving towards him to hurry up the process.

"Aw, look how needy you are... already squirming and I haven't even been inside you yet." He tilts his head like the mean guy he is. You frown at your sadistic boyfriend, not saying anything. Instead, you buck your hips and hope your glistening pussy will speak for you.

It does, because Harry is quick to line up his cock with your entrance. However, instead of just entering you, he drags his tip over your slick folds, wetting his tip even more. You move your hips a couple of times, hoping it'll make his cock slide in by accident or something, but you have no luck.

"Harry!" You whine. "Please..."

The smirk on his face has turned evil once again as he drags his tip from your clit to your entrance.

"Poor baby..." He says in the most condescending tone that you clench around nothing. You swear you could come solely from that specific tone of his voice. "You getting frustrated?"

"Yes." You're swift to answer. "Please, I need it so bad..."

"Oh yeah?" He teases, pushing into you, but just the tip. You gasp at the crumbs you're getting, moaning in agreement.

"Yes! Please, more Harry, give me more." You try to convince him. He is painfully hard right now, so you know he's bound to give in sooner or later. It appears to be sooner, because with a moan, he pushes himself entirely into you.

You lose your breath as he fills you up all the way, getting more and more knocked out of you as he starts to set a pace. You can do nothing but cry out as he drives himself into your tight cunt, the sound of his groans making you even wetter.

He leans back a bit, observing you from above as he fucks you. Your tits are nearly bouncing out of your bra from all the movement, and your mouth doesn't do anything other than let out desperate moans as you let your boyfriend wreck your pussy. He relishes the sight.

"Taking it so well, baby." He breathes, pressing down on your lower stomach. "Can you feel that? Can you feel me?"

"Y—yeah! Oh my god..." Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the added pressure. Harry curses under his breath.

"God, if you could see yourself... You look so pretty for me right now." He mutters, his thrusts slowing slightly. You're lost in your pleasure, but you immediately notice when Harry's pulled out. Your head snaps towards him, confused as he pulls at your arm.

He doesn't say anything, just leads you to the bathroom. You're still a bit lost as to what is happening when he places your hands on the counter and forces you to bend over. You know what you're in for by the time he stands behind you.

"Watch yourself." He demands before pushing right back into and continuing the speedy pace he had before. Your strangled moans are hardly louder than the sound of skin slapping that echoes the bathroom. You do as he says, observing how your body moves in reaction to his actions.

A quiet gasp escapes your throat when Harry leans forward and tugs down the top of your bandeau dress, along with your strapless bra, causing your tits to recoil more heavily while he slams into you. Your knuckles go white from how hard you're holding onto the sink.

"F—fuck! I'm close!" You tell him, like he couldn't tell already by the way you're pathetically clenching around his cock.

"I know baby." He shushes your cries, but not slowing down in the slightest. In fact, his finger finds your clit, and when he starts to rub it, you realize just how sensitive you are.

"O—oh..! Wait, I don't know if I can—" You sob out, your head falling forward. You shut your eyes tightly, your orgasm starting to feel so incredibly big that you don't know if you can handle it.

"You can take it baby, c'mon..." He encourages you, and it takes everything in you to lift your head to look at him through the mirror. You don't want to miss his face when you come.

It's then that there's a knock on Harry's bedroom door.

"Fuck off!" Harry shouts, vigorously ramming into you like the interruption fueled him to stay focused.

You would've been thrown off by the door opening if you hadn't been so close to coming. That doesn't mean you're not slightly thrown off by the girl from earlier locking eyes with you through the mirror. You look back at Harry, who frowns and slams the bathroom door shut.

"I said fuck off!" He shouts angrily before his voice goes softer. "Come for me, baby."

That's all you need to climax around him for the third time tonight. The whole ordeal is too hot not to come like crazy around him, and your orgasm fuels his as he stills inside you with a loud groan.

"Fuck... So. Fucking. Good." He says, each word accompanied with a thrust as he spills his cum inside you.

Both of your breathing is still heavy as Harry collapses next to you. You lay there in silence for a couple of seconds, staring at the ceiling.

You slowly get up and enter the bathroom to pee and just clean yourself off a bit in general. Harry doesn’t come in, you think he doesn’t know if you would like that. You did just have a fight, and that girl barging into Harry’s room unprompted did kind of prove your point that she was trying to flirt with him.

When you walk back into the room, Harry is fully dressed again, sitting on the edge of the bed like he was when you came out of the bathroom the first time. The air is thick with unresolved tension. You take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widen at the identical words that are coming out of Harry’s mouth. You didn’t expect him to say that at all.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone so much.” Harry says, standing up and walking over to you. “I got caught up in talking to everyone and I saw you sitting with the guys so I foolishly figured you were having a good time.”

“Harry—”

“No, wait. I swear, at every person I talked to I thought, after this one I’m gonna go to Y/N, and then I kept getting interrupted. But intending to do something and then not doing it is just bullshit. I didn’t mean to be a bullshit boyfriend, I’m sorry.” He adds before you can try to intercept him. You sigh, a weak smile slowly appearing on your face.

“I love you.”

Somehow it’s the only thing your mind manages to come up with. You haven’t told each other that yet, so your ears immediately go red. Harry looks shocked, you can tell, but his eyes are beaming and in a matter of seconds he is smiling from ear to ear.

“And I’m sorry.” You continue. “I trust you, I swear, I do. I just saw the way she was looking at you and I mean— I get it, but it also made me sick because I feel I look at you like that. And if she can look at you that way, then maybe— I don’t know… my point is I’m sorry.”

“Maybe she can what?” Harry asks, suddenly frowning. When you don’t immediately answer, he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes go a little misty.

“Nothing, I’m being overdramatic.” You try to wave it off, but Harry doesn’t let you. His single raised eyebrow tells you to spill it, and so, naturally you do.

You sigh. “If she can look at you like I do, then she might be able to love you like I do, maybe even better.”

“No one can love me like you do.” Harry answers, determined. Your brows crease.

“How do you know that?” Your voice is trembling, and by the way Harry winces, you know you’ve just cracked a piece of his heart.

“You want to know why I’m sure no one can love me like you do?”

You nod, wondering how he can be so certain about this, about you.

“Because I’m letting you love me like no one else can.” He says it like it’s a fact. “I know there’s this narrative that love is this uncontrollable force, but it’s not, not for me. I let you love me, because I wanted you to. You let me in too, didn’t you? Because I love you.”

“Yes.” You croak.

“Right, I need you to understand that I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into this with my eyes wide open, and I didn’t even fucking blink once. I still haven’t, and I’m pretty sure I never will.” He tells you, and you swallow, your throat burning from his heavy words. “I choose you, this, us, every day, and it’s the easiest and most natural decision I’ve ever made and will ever make.”

You smile at him, a tear rolling down your face.

“And no random girl at a party or whoever the fuck else can come between that, because I don’t want them to.”

You let out a small sob, and even though it’s a happy cry, it still weighs a ton on your chest. Harry pulls you into an embrace.

“Don’t keep those thoughts from me. I understand your anger way better now that I know this.” He tells you, rubbing your back. “I promise I’ll be more considerate of it.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve such an emotionally mature boyfriend.” You say, your words a bit muffled because your face is buried in his neck. Harry chuckles. You pull out of the hug.

“But I also need to figure out a way to prevent those thoughts from occurring, because I know they’re not true.” You say, sniffing a laugh. “I mean, I knew it when I thought it tonight as well. I was so mad it even popped up, but I guess what Dan said just kind of pushed me over the edge—”

“What Dan said?” Harry interrupts you. “What did he say?”

You bite your lip, afraid you might have said too much. “Just— that I was right to be jealous because it wouldn’t be the first relationship that girl has ‘ruined’.”

Harry’s jaw is clenched, and his eyes travel to the door. “I’m gonna have a word with him.”

You grab Harry’s arm, but he keeps heading for the door.

“Harry— stop!” You push the door shut when he opens it. He turns to you, and when you see the look on his face, you realize what’s happening.

“…Are you jealous?” You question carefully, and when he breathes out through his nose and looks away instead of answering you straight away, it’s only more confirmation that he is. “Oh my god… you’re jealous!”

“He’s been after you since that fucking assignment. I already reminded him you’re mine once, I have no problem reminding him again.”

The corner of your mouth lifts, and you cross your arms. “What happened to choosing to love each other? Don’t you trust that I’m choosing you— wait, what do you mean you already reminded him once?”

Harry rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t respond.

“When?” You urge.

“Couple months ago.”

You think back on a couple months ago, trying to figure out if anything was off, and then, suddenly you remember.

“You gave him that black eye?” You gasp, and he nods in confirmation. “Oh my god, he said it was from a game!”

Harry shrugs. “It was during practice.”

“That’s why you got benched?” You finally put the pieces together. “You little liar!”

There is not one ounce of regret on Harry’s face as he takes your small slaps to his chest. You’re not mad, in fact you’re amused. You’re so getting a free pass from now on.

“So what? You’re gonna beat him up because you want him to know I belong to you?” You tilt your head, and Harry winces, probably realizing how old-dated that sounds. You smirk.

“That’s so fucking hot.” You confess in a whisper. That catches Harry’s attention. You back up towards the bed, and he follows you like a puppy.

“D’you think you could put that on hold, though, and remind me who I belong to first?” You ask, sitting down and leaning back on the bed. The sight of Harry being so primal about you has fired your whole body up again for a round two, despite the three orgasms you’ve had already. Harry grins.

“You know I’ll never say no to you…”

[riddlesbunny]

Asks, hm? Maybeeee ummm

Picture this: Theo, coming back after a smoke sesh with Mattheo, a lil high still. He comes to your room, and after mildly fumbling with the knob, he lets himself in as you’re getting ready for bed. He sees you in his oversized shirt and your pj shorts, and naturally can’t help himself. Theo comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and lazily starts pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders, mumbling in mixed English and Italian about how perfect you look in his shirt, all for him👀

Can easily divert into pure fluff, or pure smut, either or hehehe🤭

lavender haze

pairing: Theo x girlfriend!Reader

word count: 946

warnings: Explicit smut, drug use, fingering, oral (f recieving) munch theo yayyy, 18+ MDNI

note: I made it smut 😈 hehehe thank you for sending me a request 😋 tagging the homies @enzosbabyangel @belovedenzo @nemesyaaa

One thing about smoking, is it usually ends with Theo getting horny as fuck. He can’t help it. After a few hits, he’s zoned out and then before he can help it, his mind is clouded with thoughts of you. 

“You good man?” Mattheo’s voice interrupts his thoughts, Theo blinks, dragging his hand over his face, “‘um, yeah… just zoned out.” 

Mattheo laughs, “yeah, no shit.”

Theo lets out a breath, pushing himself up from the couch, “I better get going,” he mutters, ignoring Mattheo’s protest as he books it out the door.

The next thing he knows, he’s at your door, barely remembering how he got there. His heart pounds in his chest, fingers twitching as fumbles with the handle. 

You’re sitting at the vanity in your dorm that you share with the other girls, brushing out your wet hair, absentmindedly when the door swings open with force. 

He stumbles slightly, catching himself against the doorframe, tousled hair a mess, green eyes hazy He looks at you, then at the oversized shirt draped over your frame—his shirt—and something shifts in his expression.

“Shit,” he breathes, raking a hand through his hair as he kicks the door shut behind him. His gaze drags over you, slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to memorize the way you look right now, legs curled beneath you, his worn-out tee slipping off one shoulder, exposing just enough to make his jaw tighten.

You turn back to the mirror, pretending not to notice the heat in his stare as you resume brushing your hair. “You okay there?” you tease, watching his reflection as he takes a step closer.

He huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s no amusement in his eyes—just something dark, something hungry. “Yeah, just—” He exhales, shaking his head as he moves behind you, his hands finding your waist with that lazy, possessive touch that always makes your breath hitch. “Got distracted.”

A shiver runs down your spine as his lips brush against the nape of your neck—soft at first, then firmer, lingering. His grip tightens slightly, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Non hai idea di cosa mi fai” you have no idea what you do to me he murmurs, voice low and rough, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror, dark and full of intent. “Especially when you’re wearing my clothes.”

You got to lift up from your chair to properly greet him, but his hands quickly find their way to your waist. Before you can protest, he spins you around and lifts you effortlessly, tossing you onto your bed. You have no time to catch your breath before he’s hovering over you, a wicked smirk on his lips.

He quickly nestles himself  between your thighs,  eyes are locked on yours as his fingers hook under the waistband of your silk shorts, dragging them down you legs slowly, your panties following suit. 

Your breathing grows shallow as Theo spreads your knees wider, leaning forward to plant wet, sloppy kisses along the inside of your thigh. His warm breath dances across your damp folds, making you ache for him.

His tongue finds its way to your clit, swirling softly before flattening to lick firmly from bottom to top. He pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot.

Your hips arch upward, grinding against Theo's mouth as he devours you hungrily. The sound of your wetness fills the room, echoing alongside your moans and gasps.

Theo's tongue flicks out, tasting your arousal as it coats your throbbing clit. “Tesoro, hai un sapore fantastico” fuck, baby girl you taste amazing he groans, burying his face deeper between your slick folds.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding his head tightly between your thighs as he feasts on you like a man starved,  "Oh god, Theo!!"

Theo grins devilishly into your cunt as you praise him, thrilled to hear the desperation in your voice. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, pushing it deep inside you while he works your clit with his thumb.

Your tight heat pulses around his tongue, coating him in your arousal as he laps at you eagerly, his eyes drinking in every inch of your quivering form. 

By now, Theo is a pathetic mess himself, humping your bed as he eats you.  He's so turned on from this he could cum right in his pants.

Your nails dig into his scalp as your hips grind harder against Theo's face.

Your release is just within reach; one tiny push away. "Yes, yes!" you moan as he continues. 

In a blink of an eye your orgasm rips through you with intense force, shaking your entire body as you scream Theo's name. Your hips buck wildly against his mouth, riding wave after wave of pleasure that seems endless.

Theo's tongue slows its frenzied lapping as you begin to come down from your climax, but he doesn't stop altogether.

His tongue continues to gently flutter over your pulsating bud, drawing out your orgasm until you collapse, breathless, beneath him.

His warm breath hitches as he lifts his face, his chin dripping with your essence.

Theo crawls up your body, capturing your lips once more, making you taste yourself.

When he pulls away you  glance down and notice the wet spot that’s formed on his pants and bite back a grin. “Well, looks like I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself. Want me to grab you a towel this time?”

He shakes his head in response, "you're lucky I love you, bella."

"I love you, too."

[aliceramblez]

Dating the Hazbin Hotel Residents 😈

Tags: GN!Reader, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Mature Topics (ie. Suicidal Thoughts, Alcohol Abuse, SA, etc), Spoilers For The Show, etc.

A/N: Ahhh yes, more brainriot for the pile 😌 I was more of a Helluva gal before the show aired, but now I gotta say these blorbos are a dear part of my heart! Hopefully y'all enjoy these as much as I did writing them!

Consider following my main blog @taruchinator for more solid content & feel free to leave a request here for future HCs~

Charlie 🌈

When the Happy Hotel first opened its doors and all of Hell started making a mockery of it, you were probably the only one who took it as a sign to try and improve from the low life that you were. It's not like you had anything else to live for, anyway.

As soon as you enter the building, you're immediately greeted by the bubbly Princess of Hell herself (along with a reluctant Angel Dust) who is more than happy to show you around and welcomes you with open arms.

You've never been shown this much kindness and sympathy for your situation before, so it naturally takes you aback and makes you wonder what the catch is. Turns out there's none and the Princess is probably the only sweet soul to live in this shithole.

As you grow closer, she asks you to drop the title and just call her Charlie. She also shares a bit about her situation and how her mother wanted to save sinners from the extermination each year, and now Charlie felt like it was her duty to continue this legacy until her dreams came true.

You can't help but feel touched over how much she cares, so you silently vow to yourself to help her in any way you can, just like she's done for you.

It doesn't take long before the two of you grow even closer and feelings begin to blossom, but you decide to ignore them since why would a Princess ever like someone like you?

But Charlie proves you wrong yet again, since one day she comes to you a blushing mess and confesses her own feelings, asking if you'd like to go out with her. You can't help but vocalize your shock since she could do so much better than a random sinner. She deserved better, too.

She looks at you with fondness in her eyes. “You've been by my side for so long and supported me every step of the way. Who wouldn't fall for someone like that?”

And thus, you are the luckiest person in Hell because you scored Charlotte Morningstar, and whoever says otherwise can get a knife to their throat.

She's the perfect definition of a sweet and patient girlfriend, never pushing you to do anything you aren't comfortable with (since you really aren't used to such adoration in a romantic relationship), but as soon as you give her the get-go, she'll be sure to shower you with as much affection as she can until the doubts in your mind disappear completely.

You aren't that far behind either. Albeit not as good as her, you do your best to be a comforting partner whenever she needs you. This is especially necessary after an extermination happens, which always leaves Charlie devastated and in need of a hug or words of encouragement because she doubts herself sometimes and wonders if the hotel is even working at all.

You remind her how it brought the two of you together, to which she smiles and agrees that at least something good has come out of it so far.

Vaggie 🎀

Both you and Vaggie used to work in the same legion under Adam with the rest of his exorcists. You knew of each other's existence, but didn't really talk much aside from whatever was needed in the midst of battle.

The day she spares a demon child's life, you're doing your rounds nearby and witness the whole exchange, including Lute coming over and ripping both an eye and Vaggie's wings for showing mercy. You don't know why, but it makes your blood boil.

“HEY! What are you doing?! It was just a kid, why not let it slide?”

And just like that, you become a target of Lute's rage as well, being ripped from your angelic status along with receiving a few nasty cuts, yet surprisingly not as bad as Vaggie herself.

Once the two of you are left to die, you immediately try to tend the girl's wounds with whatever you can. Vaggie can only stare in disbelief at what you'd done and questions why you even did so in the first place—now you were stuck just like she was.

“Guess I just don't like seeing injustice... Who knew Heaven could be so fuckin' shitty?”

You both laugh at the irony of it all, and that's when luck is finally on your side as Charlie finds you in the dirty alley and brings you back to the hotel to heal properly.

For the next three years you two stay at the Hazbin Hotel, helping Charlie in any way you can to try and make her dream a reality since deep down you hope that despite Heaven's corrupt system, there can be a small chance that souls can be redeemed. You hide the fact that you're ex-Anges though, since you don't wanna cause unnecessary drama.

During this time period, the two of you become better friends, having your own inside jokes regarding things you didn't particularly enjoy from your time as Angels, as well as learning more about one another.

You're the one to come to terms with your feelings first and decide to lay them on the table for Vaggie to see—she's always been a straight-to-the-point kind of gal, so if you're about to be rejected, might as well have it be done quick. But of course, she replies with her own declaration and desire to give a relationship a shot, which you're ecstatic about!

It's a bit hard at first since you never got to see much of romantic relationships in Heaven while training for murder every year, but you try and make it work. Both you and Vaggie work endlessly to try and make the other happy, and it only makes you fall for each other even more.

Also Charlie is your go-to wingwoman who will be there to give you the best advice to try and woo your girlfriend. She ships you two so hard.

Angel Dust 🕸

Working at a porn studio under an Overlord who owns your soul can be exhausting. You know this better than anyone since everyone who works under Valentino has contracts that won't let you get far with a leash. This is especially true with your friend Angel Dust.

You know about the things Valentino does to the spider demon—hell, everyone in the studio probably knows, but know better than to say anything about it. You're always there for Angel after particularly rough shoots, doing your best to comfort him in any way you can, though there isn't much you can do given you're in the same spot.

When he tells you he's moving to Princess Charlie's Hazbin Hotel, you're so happy for him! At least that will give him some distance from Valentino and his disgustingly filthy hands when he's not working.

This unsurprisingly doesn't bode well with the Overlord, causing him to throw fits of rage around the studio when Angel leaves for the day. You can't help but make a snarky comment that you definitely regret moments later.

“Can one blame him for wanting space from such an overbearing asshole?”

Without his favorite stress toy around, you end up paying the price for such comments. The kind of pain and suffering he puts you through is completely different from what you're used to. Is this the stuff he does to Angel? He leaves you naked, bruised and bloody in your room, and all you can do is muster what little strenght you have left to head for the Hazbin Hotel.

As soon as the door opens, you immediately tumble forward and start losing consciousness. The last thing you remember is Angel's horrified expression before it all fades to black.

Once you wake up and have been patched up, you explain what happened at the studio, and you could've sworn you saw fire in Angel's eyes as he holds on to you, fearing you might disappear at any moment. He begs you to stay in the hotel with him, and you agree without hesitation.

And so, your new routine of heading to work and then coming back to the hotel becomes blissful, not having to deal with that lunatic mothman more than necessary. You also get to spend time off with your best friend, which is always a plus.

Well, ‘best friend’ might not be the best way to describe it. You'd developed a crush on the spider demon even before this whole incident occurred, and now that you were spending more time with him, it only continued to grow.

With the line of work you two had, romantic relationships didn't seem to be a thing that crossed anybody's mind since why have a permanent partner when you could just go around fucking the hottest people in Hell? But you knew your feelings were far beyond from sexual, but didn't wanna ruin what you already had going for you.

One heartfelt drunken conversation after work however, makes you do a double take—Angel likes you back. And that both scares and excites you. But with both of you going over the pros and cons with each other, you decide to give it a chance.

You make sure to always have Angel's consent when it comes to physical intimacy—anything from holding his hand, to kissing to just cuddling. He jokes about not being a porcelain doll, but deep down you know he appreciates it.

You're also there for the rough nights, when he comes home wanting nothing more than to die again and let the earth swallow him whole. Words of reassurance are spoken and you can only hold him and let him cry as you vow to do anything in your power to stop this from happening again.

Husker 🍺

As one of the first guests of the hotel, like any wayward sinner, you find yourself in the bar more often than you'd like. Alcohol killed you in the first place, yet not even in the afterlife could you seem to pull yourself from its grasp.

It's a somewhat welcome surprise to find out that the bartender is going through a similar struggle. He still serves you drinks and lends and ear whenever he's not busy, but will occasionally drop the words of wisdom to watch your fill.

Eventually you two find yourselves doing this little back and forth and aid each other when you're in your dark places—Husk won't let you near the bottle if he sees you're about to knock yourself out, meanwhile you're there to look after him when he has one too many drinks and can't take care of himself.

Not to say he isn't a good drinking buddy—you've found out most of the gossip around the hotel thanks to this sneaky little cat demon and there's never a dull moment with him around.

You learn about his deal with Alastor during a particularly bad night, when Husk's had one too many and isn't thinking straight. You don't bring it up, but now have an eye open for whenever the Radio Demon drags your friend away.

Angel's the one who brings up your questionable relationship to the surface.

“So... you two like, fuckin' each other, or what?”

Your entire face goes red, and if it weren't for the dark fur you could swear you see Husk looking the same. He's quick to get rid of Angel's nosy ass, but now the seed has been planted in your brain—do you like Husk that way?

After careful consideration, you come to the conclusion that yes, you do. And it's honestly kinda terrifying considering how relationships don't usually work out in Hell, at least from what you've seen. Besides, even if you did try and confess, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same and just being embarrassed by Angel's comment.

So in an attempt to make your feelings disappear, you stop frequenting the bar. Who knew the best way to stop drinking habits was trying to avoid spending time with your unrequited crush?

But of course, Husk isn't stupid. He sees the change in your behavior and let's it slide for a while, until he eventually corners you and asks what's wrong. You decide to get it all out of the way and tell him how you feel.

To the embarrassment of both of you, he holds your hand firmly between his and darts his eyes toward the corner of the room. “Next time you should ask before going off assuming things, ya got it?”

And so, your glass may have been empty that day, but your heart had never felt fuller.

Sir Pentious 🐍

You meet Sir Pentious when you sign into the hotel, and your immediate thought is just how can this snake man be so adorkable, it should be illegal.

As you greet the other residents and staff, you're quick to strike a conversation with him, which based on his body language he was not expecting. He starts telling you a bit about his weaponry and other contraptions, and you can't help but be fascinated by it.

You're a bit of a tinkerer yourself, albeit you've only dabbled in small scale projects—nothing compared to the massive canons and aircrafts that Pentious seems to be familiar with.

He acts like a kid opening gifts on Sinmas when he talks to you about his inventions, clearly never having anyone show interest before. Eventually he'll even ask for your input on certain smaller projects he wants to work on to help around the hotel, all to thank Charlie for being so kind to him and giving him a second chance. You're obviously eager to help!

You two start spending so much time together that the egg boys have started calling you ‘Boss #2’, much to Pentious' embarrassment and your amusement.

One afternoon once exercises are done for the day, the snake demon seems much more fidgety than usual as he invites you over to his room to continue working on his security system prototype. He's a blabbering mess once he has you sitting down and your heart just can't help but swell at each little syllable.

“Dearest (y/n)... you've, um, well... you are a huge inspiration for my work! A-And I wouldn't have been able to create any of this... without your help. You are kind, and smart and very talented.... and w-well, um I-”

You gotta silence the man with a kiss otherwise you two would be here all day. He's puddy in your hands and you can only giggle in return. “I really like you too, Pen.”

Everyone is either saying they called it or groaning in annoyance because fucking FINALLY, you two were just dancing around each other like idiots. The egg boys are just so happy to have someone else besides Pentious to be in their lives, and will do their best to look out for you just like with their own boss.

So yeah, prepare yourself for some sickeningly sweet gestures from this guy cause he will go above and beyond to get you what you need/want even if it kills him (again). And you can confidently say that you'd do the same in return.

Alastor 📻

After running in the same circles when you were alive, it's no surprise to you to end up in Hell, although you never would've suspected that you'd find yourself in the same place as him. It was honestly a huge relief not having to go through this all by yourself.

As Alastor exerted his dominance over Hell as the Radio Demon, you were powerful enough to be an Overlord yes, but rather liked keeping it on the down low instead of making a spectacle of yourself (Alastor was the one for theatrics anyway). Because of this, only select few knew of your true power and what you were capable of.

Instead, if there was one thing you were known for, it was being the only soul allowed to be close to the Radio Demon without the risk of death.

Yes, Alastor was a sadistic, cold-blooded and egotistical mastermind, but he wasn't a monster. You knew that better than anyone. Although the reactions he had to other demons treating you like a joke or calling you the ‘Radio Demon's Pet’ were not helping his case.

“ł₣ ɎØɄ V₳ⱠɄɆ ɎØɄⱤ ₴ØɄⱠ, ɎØɄ ₩łⱠⱠ ₩₳Ⱡ₭ ₳₩₳Ɏ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮ ₦Ø₩ ฿Ɇ₣ØⱤɆ ł Ɽł₱ ł₮ ₳₱₳Ɽ₮ ฿ł₮ ฿Ɏ ฿ł₮...”

“Al, chill. You're gonna make them shit their pants.”

After his seven year absence, you immediately noticed something was wrong with him, and wouldn't stop pestering until he told you the truth—A deal he made and how his soul was now bound to someone much more powerful than he was.

You were obviously mortified and started looking into ways to try and find a loophole to this, but alas the Radio Demon would just give you his signature grin and tell you not to worry about it. It was his battle to face.

But of course you're quick to remind him that you've stuck together through thick and thin even in life, so there was no way you were letting him handle this by himself. You work as a team—always have and always will. You engulf him in a hug.

“We're gonna figure this out, Al. I promise...”

The grin remains, but his eyes widen slightly in surprise. He hesitantly returns the embrace, patting your back and wiping the tears you didn't even know you were shedding.

“There there~ To think such a sweet and innocent soul wound up in a gutter like this. I cannot say I complain as long as I have your delightful company beside me.”

And so when he says he has a plan that involves Princess Charlie Morningstar and her new Happy Hotel, you follow along. Whatever fate has in store for you two, you'll be ready.

Also Charlie is a sweetheart who could do no harm. Knowing Alastor, he'll probably do whatever he can here and there to help around for the cause. You also offer your services as an undercover Overlord, much to everyone's surprise when you reveal your status.

The Radio Demon may have a plan, but something tells you it won't involve bloody murder (unless extremely necessary or if someone really pissed him off).

Like you said—he's not a monster.

Lucifer 🍎

You and Lucifer were good friends at the beginning of Creation. While you were stuck with the tedious task of designing blueprints for the new ‘Human Project’ that headquarters had in store, Lucifer's Seraphim status allowed him to bring creations to life with the flick of a wrist, much to your delight and wonder.

His ideas and pitches for Earth were always so entertaining to listen to, and you would do your best to encourage him to show them to the higher ups to get them approved—His mind was just filled with joy and love and wonder that you'd never seen before.

Which was why it was always so disappointing whenever he'd come back and say that he was shut down and even mocked at. How could Heaven shut down such an imaginative mind in the creation of their biggest project yet?

To say you were devastated when you heard about his fall would be an understatement. You mourned the loss of your friend, knowing that he'd done nothing wrong and thinking it wasn't fair to him to receive such punishment just because he cared for the future of humanity.

Thousands of years later, you overhear the plan for Extermination of Hell kind. You didn't mean to walk by, yet here you were, under the direct eye of the Head Seraphims about to be downcast for something you had no control over—just like Lucifer.

“You're all self-entitled pricks! You think you can do whatever you want just because it doesn't follow what you define as good!”

You get a few good arguments before being cast downwards, leaving you in bad shape in a random alley with no wings and no means of escape. That is of course, until destiny seems to be on your side and Lucifer finds you, completely perplexed to see you here at all.

After getting treated, you tell him about the Extermination so he and Hell can prepare. The conversation of you getting cast down by Heaven gets glossed over, but he can feel the fury building up inside him. You were always doing things by the book—how could they do this to you?

Once the slaughter is over, Lucifer gets a meeting with Heaven and secures protection for both his daughter Charlie and you, to which they begrudgingly agree to keep him outta their hair. You can't help but feel touched by this gesture.

He's also quick to offer you a room to stay in, but you compromise by living in a seperate building from him and Charlie so you aren't a bother even though he says you aren't. In fact, ever since Lilith left, he's had to take care of his young daughter all by himself, so he's more than happy when you offer to help.

It doesn't take long for your feelings to start coming into the surface from all those years ago, and you gotta push them away because he's both married and has a child to look after! Besides, why would the King of Hell ever look in your direction?

Eventually though, he brings up the question with nothing but sweaty palms and a customized rubber ducky that says ‘I love you’ whenever you squeeze it. You blush furiously, but can't help but bring up your concerns, not wanting to replace Lilith in his heart. He looks into your eyes and says that he hasn't been as happy as he is now in the past thousand years.

Cue baby Charlie walking in on everything, and she just smiles and goes innocently. “Daddy! Is (y/n) staying home with us now?”

You two can only chuckle at the cuteness of it and you immediately go to hug her. You couldn't believe that you were blessed with such a wonderful family.

[neeeooon]

Omg I saw your request was open as I ran over!!! If you’re down for it, can u do blue lock characters that mysteriously turned into animals and they turn up at your door step it’d lowkey be so cute 😭😭absolutely love love ur works!!!

i finally watched fruits basket for the first time recently so !! crossover 😈 ty for the req!

when they turn into japanese zodiacs

bf(f) bllk & gn!reader. blue lock x fruits basket! fluff

nagi seishiro

-> you couldn’t help but laugh after opening your door to find a little white rat sitting on your door step in a very human fashion. “the hell?” you giggled, reaching for your phone to snap a picture for your boyfriend

-> “please don’t.” gasping, you dropped your phone on your toe and let out a colorful string of words as you stared down at the rat. “did you just talk?!”

-> if rats could sigh, this one did. “it’s cold. let me in.” “nagi?!” “my legs hurt. carry me y/n :(“

-> usually you’d freak out at the thought of holding a rat in your hands, but this one day like a slumped little gentleman, his tiny rat hand holding onto your finger to stay steady as you carried him into your house

-> “so… wanna explain to me why you’re a rat?” “not really. long story.” “okay. can you turn back into a human?” “yeah.” “how?” “dunno.” you placed him on your couch and propped your hands on your hips as you stared down at him. “nagi.”

-> the rat threw itself back against the cushions, sprawled out on its back like a sea star. “‘m sleepy.” “nuh-uh, don’t ‘i’m sleepy’ me, mr. rat boy!” “rat boy..?”

-> you wanted to say more, but there was a poof of white smoke, and when you opened your eyes toward the couch, you found hour boyfriend laying there… naked. “bruh.” “tomorrow,” he moaned, and you rolled your eyes as you tossed him a blanket. “fine. but i’m calling you rat boy from now on.” “:x”

mikage reo

-> you were about to lock the door for the night, heading to bed early due to the sudden rainstorms in your area, when you hear something strange on the other side of your door. “meow.”

-> eyebrows scrunched, you peek out the window to see a very wet, very disgruntled cat sitting hunched on your porch. it’s coat is dark due to the rain, but in your warm deck lighting, it looks almost purple

-> taking pity on the creature, you open your door and knelt down to scratch it beneath the shin. “aww, what are you doing out here in the cold?” “y/n.” “… WHAT THE HECK?!”

-> you fall flat on your bottom and stare at the cat. it spoke to you! but its mouth didn’t move. why does it sound just like your crush?! “reo..?” “can i come in? :(“

-> following the cat into your house, you can’t help but stare with wide eyes and mouth agape. “you’re a cat.” “unfortunately.” “for how long?!” “ever? i’ll change back soon, though.”

-> you fell heavily into an empty chair as cat-reo sat on the floor, his large purpley eyes blinking up at you. “a cat?” his head hung. “yes, we already did this part.” “sorry, i think i’m in shock.”

-> reo gave you the crash course explanation, which was that his family is cursed. you didn’t ask for more details since it clearly bothered him. “wait here, i’ll get you some.. milk?” you hurried into the kitchen but stopped when you heard a poof!

-> rushing back to check on reo, you nearly dropped the glass of milk when you saw him standing in your living room buck-naked. “bruh, what the heck?!” “don’t look!” “i’m not looking!” you heard some shuffling, and when you eventually peeked up, you found reo draped in a blanket. you opened your mouth. “i—“ “never again.” “fair.”

tsurugi zantetsu

-> you had placed a bucket outside to collect rainwater from a leak in your porch overhead cover and went to empty it out when you froze. there was something dark moving beneath the heavy drops of rain, and when you leaned down to get a closer look, you screamed when you saw a.. seahorse?

-> “please don’t scream. my ears are very sensitive like this…” you screamed again, because why was the seahorse talking to you, and why did it sound exactly like your boyfriend

-> “zantetsu?! are.. are you a seahorse?” “i told you i am a beast 😔” “i thought you meant beast as in, like, the goat, or something.” “i am not a goat. i am a dragon.” “…”

-> you don’t know what’s worse: the fact that your boyfriend’s a seahorse, or that he thinks he’s a dragon. “wait… does this mean i could get you pregnant?” “y/n, this is serious!” “right, sorry!”

-> apparently there was a curse on his family that turned them into random animals from the japanese zodiac, and zantetsu was coming over to help you prep for the storm when he suddenly transformed. “i will change back eventually, but i will be naked.” “nothing i haven’t seen before, babe.” “😳🐉”

shidou ryusei

-> “you’re such a dog,” you used to tease whenever your best friend would make suggestive or inappropriate jokes around you. he’d laugh it off with an awkward, “yeah, haha..”

-> and then you hear scratching on your door one morning and open it to find a pretty blond dog sitting with its ears up and its tail thumping against your front deck

-> you melted. “aww, where did you come from, angel?” the dog rolled over, flashing its belly to you, and you knelt down to rub it. “aren’t you the sweetest!”

-> “why don’t you ever rub my belly when i ask as a human?” your eyes bulged and you leaped away from the dog. “wh—shidou?!” “hi ;)” “why are you a dog?!”

-> shidou sat back and sighed. “i don’t know. old family curse stuff. anyway, i can’t change back.” you rubbed your forehead, stressed. “why not?” “i need a kiss from someone who loves me~”

-> you stared at him. “you’re joking.” “i’m actually so serious right now. no one else likes me; please do me this one solid, y/n!” “i hate you so much.” “hate me after you kiss me back into a human, please.”

-> he didn’t actually need a kiss to turn him back into a human, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. especially when he’d transform naked :’)

itoshi sae

-> “i’ll be right ba—AAH!” you cut yourself off with a scream after opening the door to find a little white and pink snake on your doorstep. you called your friend off when she rushed around the corner to check on you and grabbed a stick to pick the animal up with

-> “touch me with that thing and i’ll bite you.” you aren’t sure how, but you knew the voice of your best friend came from the creature

-> you nearly lost your footing with how fast you dropped to the ground. “sae?!” you whisper-shouted, glancing over your shoulder to make sure your roommate wasn’t around. “what the hell!”

-> “don’t ask, it’s complicated.” you silently reached for the stick again, but sae noticed and slithered away. “sorry. i wanna pick you up though, so please don’t bite me.” “😒”

-> it’s not like he can stop you, and threatening to bite you was just that—a threat. sae went noodle-limp in your hands as you picked him up and brought him to your face. “hm. your eyes are the same.” “that’s what you choose to focus on?” “yeah! you’re a pretty snake.”

-> with a poof of pink smoke, your arms felt heavy. when you opened your eyes, your face burned when you realized you were holding your very naked, very human best friend in your arms. “um.” “so..” you flung your hands over your eyes and blindly pulled your jacket off for sae to cover himself with. “w-we can discuss this later when you’re clothed!” “deal.”

[perries-things]

hello !! can you do yeon si-eun x reader as his girlfriend with similar traits as him?

Heck yeah😈 but with a lil twist, reader being Suho's half-sibling! Also, i thought of a diff approach on this. (Title is ass)

Pairings: Yeon Sieun x Fem!Reader (as Suho's Sister)

Synopsis: Sieun finding his someone. Shockingly just like him

Genre: fluff and strangers to lovers

W/C: 1,806

Photo's used from pinterest

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Yeon Sieun wasn't the type to notice people. He didn't get close to others; he didn't care about social circles. Not because he couldn't— because it was easier not to. But Sieun had always noticed you, because you were always there—on the ranking list beside his. Sometimes right under or sometimes right above him. He had come to expect it, scanning the posted results and seeing the same letters: Kim Y/N. Yeon Sieun didn't remember people's names. Not unless they mattered. So it surprised him when your's stuck.

You were like him: always on time, always quiet, always composed, always alone. (Not in the sad, tragic kind of way—but in a way that made sense. You liked your space, your books, your silence. The only constant around you is your older brother, Ahn Suho.) Heck, it even took Sieun a while to realize that you were at his cram school too. Everyone assumed you and Sieun had been friends, and he'd gotten used to it. He'd watch you, sure. But talk to you? Never. You only reminded him of...himself.

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..

Sieun never thought he'd end up entangled with Ahn Suho. The guy was chatty and impossible to shake off. He was annoying—yes, but bearable.

After their classes, Suho offers Sieun a ride. "Wanna come along?" Suho asks, jingling his keys. "I can't," Sieun replies without missing a beat, thinking that Suho just wants to hang out. "I have cram school."

"I know. Y/N goes there."

"Who?" Sieun asks.

"My sister. You both go to the same cram school. I usually give her a ride with me, but lately, i've been busy with my part-time job."

"You never mentioned a sister," Sieun says, flatly.

But Sieun didn't expect it to be you.

The moment you arrived, Sieun froze. You're Ahn Suho's Sister? He blinked. No way. The same quiet girl he'd been silently competing with, the one he had sort of—not really—been curious about for so long. At first, Sieun assumed you were dating. You and Suho were always together. He didn't even know Suho's name back then—just some guy who was always around you.

"You're siblings?" He asks Suho when you went ahead. Suho nods. "Yeah, Half. we share the same dad, but she was given her mom's last name. That's why people get confused. She's like you. Much scarier though."

Now that Suho and Sieun had gotten close—closer than most, really—Sieun found himself beside you more often. You started walking together, sharing notes, helping the other on a project, and even sitting at the same table during breaks. The more you spent time together—the more Sieun felt a strange feeling towards you. One he finds foreign.

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..

You and Sieun walked side by side. The walk to cram school wasn't long—fifteen minutes at most—but today, the minutes stretched longer. The air was cool and the streets were quiet. Sieun clears his throat, then again. His eyes are fixed on the ground, brows slightly furrowed and lips pressed on a tight line.

Something about him felt off.

"Hey," you finally say, softly, your voice almost hesistant. Something was definitely off. You open your mouth to ask if he was okay, but the words got caught in your throat as he suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at you, leaving you momentarily stunned.

Sieun's eyes stayed locked on yours, eyes a little too intense, his usual composed demeanor cracking just a little. "Y/N, i like you," he blurts out, voice low, as if saying it aloud made it more terrifying. You blink, caught of guard but not entirely surprised. There had been small hints, but hearing it said so plainly? That was different. Straightforward. Awkward. So very Sieun.

You shift awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck. You stare at him for a second longer than necessary. Then, with a soft laugh and your gaze dropping to your shoes, you murmur, "i kind of thought so."

Neither of you moved.

Then, you finally add, "i like you too." You confess back—equally awkward, equally sincere.

You watch his ears turn pink. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but nothing came out. Both of you just stood there, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, flushed and unsure of what to do next.

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By then, the two of you had started dating—not that anyone noticed. When you told Suho, he was surprised, more amused than anything. (He also was more dramatically betrayed than angry.)

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..

You sat beside Suho in the living room, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. He's casually scrolling on his phone and you'd been sitting there next to him for about five minutes—heart pounding, throat dry. "I need to tell you something." You say, patting his shoulder. Suho looks up, blinking. "What? You failed a test?" You roll your eyes at him. "No." He sits up straighter, brows furrowing. "So, what is it?" He closes his phone, now giving you his full attention. You stare at your lap, before looking up to meet his eyes—only briefly.

You draw in a breath and let it go in one shaky exhale. "I've been dating someone." Suho tilts his head, baffled. "You?" Suho says, giving you a look like he misheard you. "Dating?" You only look at him, fingers now laced in your lap.

"No offense, but yeah—right." He scoffs, half-laughing, shaking his head. "You barely even talk to people." You raise a brow. "I'm serious," you mumble. Suho only stares at you, waiting for a punchline. When none comes, his laughter fades into a stunned silence.

"No. Nope." He throws his hands in the air. "You? Dating? Who? How? when? And why didn't i know sooner!" You shift. "I told you now." Suho leans back into the couch as he narrows his eyes at you. "Uh-huh. Okay..who?" You hesitated, then mumbled the name, "Yeon Sieun."

The silence that followed is almost painful. Suho just stares at you, mouth slightly ajar, as if what you just said didn't register. He lets out an exaggerated groan, hands raking through his hair. "I knew there was something going on between you two!" And then—

"Since when!?"

"A while!?"

"Unbelievable!"

"That guy? Mr. Stoneface!?"

"Oh my God."

"You both are emotionally constipated!"

You cover your mouth, stiffling a laugh. "Suho—breathe."

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Present

Yeon Sieun's room is spotless, every book lined neatly on the shelf, notes stacked with perfect symmetry on his desk. You sit curled on his bed with your legs folded beneath you, your boyfriends hoodie slipping off one shoulder. Sieun sits a few feet away at his desk, spine straight, focused, and a pen twirling between his fingers. He isn't saying much. He rarely did.

The only sounds are the scratching of pens, your low humming, and the occasional rustle of papers as one of you flipped a page. Your physics textbook rested on your thighs, but your eyes keep drifting—not to the pages, but to the boy a few feet away.

Your brows drew in tightly, pencil hovering uncertaintly over a problem on the bottom of the page. You'd been at it for so long that even the lamp light seemed harsher now. You bit the inside of your cheek for a second, then—very quietly—murmur without lifting your head, "this one's...kind of..tricky."

Sieun's head lifts slightly from his desk, then came the soft scrape of his chair as he stands up, the soft click of his pen being placed down. You still didn't look up—not until the side of the bed dipped under his weight as he sat beside you, the mattress creaking a little.

He didn't ask for the textbook—but you hand it to him anyway. "Which one?" He asks, his voice low. You push the textbook towards him slightly. "This..the question's just phrased weirdly." His eyes narrow briefly, thumb grazing the corner of the page as he scans it. He leans in a bit to read, his shoulder just barely brushing yours. "They wrote it that way to throw you off."

"Mm," you hum. "Then it's not just me," you say softly, a hint of relief in your tone. He looks sideways at you, brows raised faintly. "You think you're wrong too often." You give a soft smile. "Heh, sorry." For a moment, he didn't say anything. Then, he begins writing down the solution beside your notes. You watch him, not just the way he solved it, but how close he sits.

"That's all," he says simply, already beginning to shift—his hand pressing against the bed to push himself up. But before he could stand fully, he felt a gentle tug on the hem of his sleeve. Your fingers curled around it—barely, almost like a reflex, and your head gently leaned into his shoulder.

You didn't look at him, your eyes still fixed on the solution he wrote in front of you. Your shoulders had slackened, your head tilting just enough to brush against the side of his upper arm. "Don't go back yet," you murmur. "I'm kind of exhausted." You say, softly. Your voice not whiny.

He is silent for a moment, then his frame settled back onto the bed, the mattress shifting beneath his weight again. You felt him relax a little, even if he didn't say anything. His shoulder stayed still where your head touched it. "You okay?" He asks, barely above a whisper. "Yeah. Just..tired." You simply reply. His eyes glance towards the window, where the sky had turned a slate gray.

You didn't say anything else, neither did he. Eventually, he moves his hand slightly—just close that if you reached for it, he wouldn't move away. And when your hand fell gently beside his, his breathing slows, letting the weight of your quiet settle against him. "Are you done with yours?" You whisper, eyes now closed and barely lifting your head from Sieun's shoulder.

He doesn't respond immediately. His eyes on his desk, where a worksheet remains unfinished. "No," he says, after a while. You give a tired little hum, opening one eye, peering up at him. "Oh..you should continue it then." You shift slightly, as if ready to let him move back to his seat. But his body didn't budge. Instead, he stays right there beside you, posture unmoving, eyes now resting on your tired face.

"I'll..finish it later," he says in a muted tone. You make a small noise in acknowledgement, already halfway back into sleep. Silence falls again and he watches you for a moment. A strand of hair slips over your face, and gently, he brushes it back, fingertips light and hesitant—but lingering for a second longer than it should.

Then he leans his head against yours, eyes half-lidded, letting his mind rest for the first time today. He still doesn't understand how it happened. How someone like him—withdrawn, always in his own head, uninterested in things like this—ended up here. He didn't think people like him could have someone. You both used to believe that stuff like romance....were unnecessary, a distraction. And now, here you are, breathing evenly beside him.

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Kind of rushed💩 been busy outside of writing lately!

Masterlist + Taglist

[duvetchico]

plot twist

summary jimin was supposed to meet up with the members but errr plot twist... it’s just you.

genre exes to (friends??) to lovers / fluff / crack

pairing yu jimin x fem!reader

masterlist.

you really weren’t trying to see your ex today. or ever, really.

which made it extra fucking stupid that you were now awkwardly standing outside a café alone, holding an iced americano.

and there she was.

karina. jimin. the ex you swore you’d never see again without at least three drinks in your system and a strong friend gripping your arm saying “do not text her.”

you blinked.

she blinked.

you spoke at the same time.

“wait—”

“you—?”

“what are you doing here?” you both said in perfect sync, eyes wide, expressions slowly shifting from confusion to horror to pure what the actual fuck.

you held up your phone, showing the group chat with the girls where minjeong said “we’re meeting at seoul grind. 3pm. don’t be late 😈”

jimin did the same. “3pm. same place. we’ll all be there 😈”

you both stared at each other.

then your phones.

then each other again.

“…those bitches.”

-

ten minutes later, you’re sitting across from each other, iced drinks between you, matching expressions of trauma and secondhand embarrassment.

“this is a setup,” jimin mutters, poking at her straw like it’s personally responsible.

“they are so fucking annoying for this,” you say at the same time, deadpan.

you both pause. look at each other again.

and then— like clockwork —burst out laughing.

god. it’s been months. and somehow, she still laughs the same.

“they really said ‘let’s trap our exes in a cafe and see if they kill each other or make out.’” you snort, sipping your drink with a dramatic sigh.

jimin shrugs. “i mean. historically speaking. we’ve done both.”

you choke on your coffee. “jimin—”

“what?” she shrugs again, cocky little smile appearing. “facts are facts.”

you roll your eyes so hard they nearly fall out your head, but your ears are already pink and you can’t even blame the weather.

-

somehow, against all odds, you’re both… liking it?

like actually liking it.

“remember when you tried to teach me how to ride that electric scooter and i almost died?” you laugh, sipping again.

jimin’s eyes light up. “you fucking deserved it. you refused to wear the helmet.”

“because it was ugly.”

“and you had a death wish!”

you’re both giggling now, your knees bumping under the table, and it feels weird. not in a bad way. just in a we broke up because of dumb timing and pride and maybe it didn’t have to be that way kind of way.

-

an hour in, she’s leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, watching you talk with this stupid soft look on her face.

“why are you looking at me like that,” you mumble, trying not to fidget under her gaze.

she shrugs. “you still do that thing when you’re trying not to laugh. with your nose.”

“you remembered that?”

“i remember a lot of things.”

boom.. you’re giggling like a twelve-year-old with a crush. again..

-

you’re both walking back to the train station now, shoulder to shoulder, and she keeps almost brushing your hand but not quite.

“i’m still mad they tricked us like this,” you say.

“yeah,” she replies. “but like… i’m kinda glad they did?”

you glance at her.

“me too.”

she looks nervous. jimin. nervous. like she’s about to do something stupid.

“what if we… like…” she clears her throat. “what if we hung out again sometime?”

“like friends?”

“sure. friends. or. uh. exes with potential.”

you full-body wheeze. “that’s not a thing.”

“it is now,” she grins.

you roll your eyes and shove her shoulder.

“you’re lucky i still kinda like you.”

she’s beaming now. “you like-like me?”

“jimin—”

“say it.”

“no.”

“say it or i’m texting minjeong that we made out behind the café.”

you gasp. “YOU—”

“say it.”

“…fine. i like-like you.”

her face. smug. victorious. glowing.

“you’re such a loser,” you mutter.

she bumps your arm with hers. “but i’m your loser again. kinda.”

[bloomseishiro]

Heyyy! Got a request if you’re taking! 🤞 So, Rin x Reader 🔥

They fight, Reader goes to a party to chill. Bestie sees her crying, comforts her, then teases Rin by giving Reader a fake hickey with makeup and calls Rin to pick her up, saying Reader’s tipsy. Rin freaks out, rushes over feelin’ guilty. On the way home, Rin spots the hickey, gets mad jealous. Reader pretends it’s real — Rin gets all possessive, kisses her rough in the car. Finds out it’s fake but can’t stop himself. Ends with some intense car vibes — jealousy, love, and pure need. 😈💋🔥

Also, LOVE your fics!! 😍 Your writing’s such a vibe, always brightens my day! Keep doing you and take care, okay? 💖✨💯 Sending lots of good vibes! 😘💕

BAD IDEA, RIGHT? — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — you get into a fight with rin and your best friend comes up with an idea for revenge. no one said it was a good idea…especially not rin when he spots a giant hickey on your neck. 

itoshi rin x fem!reader. established relationship, sexual tension, suggestive content, 18+, mdni, no smut just rough make out sesh, fluff, alc consumption, this is lowkey toxic HAHAH but i support women’s wrongs <3, reader and bestie have like one collective brain cell, possessive!rin mmm yummy, wrote this with college au in mind !!

word count. 2.2k

a/n. ANON U DESERVE A MILLION COOKIES FOR THIS IDEA HEHE i love it sm i hope you enjoy!! and thank u sooo much for ur kind words <3 it means a lot to me!! ^-^ i hope you take care too and lots of love my dear nonnie xoxo

Fighting with your boyfriend sucks, but getting caught sobbing at a party sucks even worse. Mainly because you know strangers will see and talk about you as “that one sad girl from last night.”

You only solace is that your best friend spots you crying the moment she enters the room and rushes to your side immediately, eyes wide with worry.

“What’s wrong?” she cries, shoving open a closed bedroom door and ushering you inside and away from the crowds. “Don’t tell me some asshole dared to lay a finger on you—”

Fervently, you shake your head. “No, nothing like that. Don’t worry.”

She frowns. “If it’s not that, then what is it?” 

Sighing, you plop down on the edge of the bed, hoping whatever frat guy’s room you’re in has washed his sheets recently. “Rin and I are fighting,” you mope. “And now he’s not talking to me.”

“What a jerk!” your best friend exclaims, always ready to take your side no matter the reason.

You crack a smile at the way she jumps to your defense. “It’s just so frustrating because he never apologizes first after an argument. And this time, I don’t want to be the one to! So now, we’re just in a stalemate because he’s so stubborn.”

“Men are idiots,” she says with an eye roll. “Lucky for you, I know the perfect way to get Rin to cave. He’ll realize just how much he’s missing!”

Eying her warily, you can’t help but ask, “What exactly are you thinking…?”

She grins evilly, taking her purse off her shoulder and pulling out a little makeup pouch. Shuffling through the contents, she makes a noise of satisfaction as she pulls out a mini eyeshadow palette and a reddish purple lipstick. 

Confused, you tilt your head to the side. “You’re going to do my makeup?”

“Sure… Something like that.”

You blink. 

“Come here and give me your neck!” she says impatiently. “I’m going to give you a fake hickey. We’re going to make Rin so jealous he grovels for just a crumb of your attention.”

“You think that’s a good idea?” you say worriedly, touching your collarbone and glancing at the makeup in your best friend’s hands. 

She simply shrugs, as if she put no further thought into this so-called plan. “Not sure. Guess we’ll find out!”

You didn’t drink much tonight (alcohol and sadness would only create even more embarrassing tears), but just the proximity of alcohol must’ve dulled your brain cells even more, since you decided to agree. “Well, okay. Why not?”

With a wide smile, she gets to work, expertly applying eyeshadows and lip gloss until it looks like there’s a fresh new hickey on the side of your neck. 

Taking a step back, she admires her work with a proud sniffle. “Wow. Looks better than any of the hickeys I’ve gotten.”

“Maybe you need to make out with better people,” you giggle, thinking about how Rin’s hickeys look much better than this fake one. Feel better, too.

“Ugh, whatever,” she scoffs playfully. “Not everyone can have a hot as shit and slightly psychotic boyfriend who hates everyone except his girlfriend.”

Her description makes you laugh before you remember your fight and how he still isn’t talking to you. Suddenly, your shoulders slump as you pout. “What if he hates me now, too?”

“He doesn’t! He’s so obsessed with you, babe,” she promises sincerely, giving you a hug. “He’s just a little stupid and stubborn! Here, give me your phone.”

You eye her questioningly but oblige nonetheless. 

With your phone in hand, your best friend unlocks the screen and calls Rin. 

“Hey!” you protest, but she puts her finger to her lips the moment he picks up. 

“Hello?” he mumbles, sounding tired. It is almost midnight, after all. Rin was probably trying to sleep.

“Hey, Rin!” your friend sings.

Rin stays silent and you hear shuffling noises coming from his side of the line, likely him realizing he wasn’t on the phone with you. “What do you want?”

“Y/N’s, like, sooo tipsy right now,” she says, pretending to slur her words as well. “We’re at a party because, you know, you made her all depressed after your fight, but I think you need to come pick her up now…”

You hear the sound of a door opening and a car unlocking. 

“I’m on my way,” he says as the engine revs in the background. “Please watch her until I get there.”

The phone beeps as the call ends and your best friend looks at you smugly. 

“What?” you ask her, raising your brow. 

“Told you he loves you. He even answered on the first ring!”

Your cheeks heat up as you look to the floor, shrugging. “Yeah,” you say quietly. 

“But, you can’t forgive him just yet!” she scolds. “You have to pretend you're drunk and then he’ll see your hickey and get super jealous and regret what he did even more.”

“Or he could get mad and think I cheated and break up with me,” you try to reason. 

She shakes her head. “Nah. He wouldn’t…” she trails off, suddenly unsure. “Well, maybe taking a few shots first would help?”

Your brain is, once again, telling you this is not a great idea. But, once again, you choose to ignore it. “Yeah, probably.”

With a grin, she leads you out of the room and back to the party where the two of you begin to take shot after shot. Not enough to get too fucked up, of course, but enough to think maybe your best friend’s idea is amazing after all.

But the time Rin arrives, the statement that you’re “sooo tipsy right now”  is no longer a lie. In fact, as Rin’s car pulls up into the driveway, you all but stumble into his arms while your best friend winks goodbye.

“Hey, Rinnie,” you drawl, a careless grin on your face. 

“Hey,” he replies quietly, looking you up and down with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Just peachy!” you chirp as you enter the passenger seat of his car. “Just a little dizzy. And I want fries…”

He exhales through his nose before getting into the driver’s seat and starting his car. “Okay, we can stop by somewhere before heading to my place. How much did you drink?”

“Not too much,” you promise, leaning sideways against the car window and closing your eyes at the lightheaded feeling that rushes through you. “Just…enough.”

“Enough?” repeats Rin with a snort, glancing over at you for a brief second.

In that one moment, you notice his mood change as he abruptly pulls the car over to the side of the road. 

You open your eyes at the jolt of inertia and your confused gaze meets Rin’s pissed off face. And by pissed off, you really do mean angry as shit. 

“What is that?” he asks, barely able to control the tone of his voice. 

You bolt upright with worry, not yet realizing what he’s talking about. “What?” you ask with wide eyes. 

His eyes darken and his glare zeroes in on your collarbone. “That thing on your neck,” he spits. “Is that a fucking hickey?”

Realization crashes over you like a wave and you temporarily feel the alcohol evaporate from your body. What the hell were you and your best friend thinking again? “Oh, shit.”

“That’s all you have to say for yourself?” he asks incredulously.

You shake your head. “No! Well, I mean, it’s just…” as you begin to explain yourself, you hear your friend's voice in the back of your head telling you this is the best way to make Rin grovel after your fight. Pushing aside your guilty conscience (and your last thread of logic and rationality), you bite your tongue and nod. “Yeah. I didn’t think you would care. It’s not like you’ve even talked to me the last two days.”

Rin grits his teeth and unbuckles his seatbelt to face you fully, leaning over to your side of the car with an annoyed expression. “Didn’t think I care?”

You shrug, trying not to give in. 

“You know damn well I care,” he barks out, reaching out to brush the side of your neck, his touch is gentle but his fingers tremble, as if he’s holding himself back from snapping by a single thread. “Just because we’re in the middle of a fight doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

Biting the corner of your lower lip, you swallow and remain silent. 

“It doesn’t matter how bad our fight is. No one is allowed to touch you like that,” Rin warns, placing his large hand on the nape of your neck and guiding you towards him. “If I ever see someone else’s mark on you again, I won’t be so patient next time.”

Your stomach churns with a mixture of dread and excitement. “What will you do?” you prompt, voice catching in your throat.  

“Murder them,” he says simply. “And punish you.”

With a sharp inhale, you make a mental note to send your best friend a giant thank you basket for the fake hickey. 

Before you can open your mouth to reply, Rin’s patience snaps as he grabs your chin and lifts it up until your lips clash against his. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sudden movement before your shoulders relax as the familiar scent of Rin fills your senses. 

He presses himself deeper into the kiss, nipping roughly at your plush bottom lip as his hand trails down from your chin to your neck. His warm, calloused hand lingers at the base of your neck for a few seconds too long before he lazily trails down your breasts and stomach, stopping only to grab at your waist and pull you tight against his body. 

You arch your back as his grip on you tightens, urging your body to feel every inch of Rin that you possibly can. Your hands find their way around his neck, intertwining your fingers through his hair. 

“Mmm,” you moan when you feel the teasing wetness of his tongue lick the spot he just bit. “Is this supposed to be a punishment?” 

“No,” he murmurs in between kisses, slowly pulling away from your lips to trail his hot, wet mouth against your jaw and down to the spot on your neck behind your ear. “This is just to show you how much better it is with me.” 

You feel a shiver shoot down your spine as Rin begins to toy with the most sensitive spot of your neck, nipping and sucking and licking until you’re a squirming mess on his passenger seat. 

“That dumbass didn’t even give you a hickey in your favorite place,” he says mockingly, teasingly biting the lobe of your ear once he was satisfied with the mark he made. “How embarrassing.”

You whine as he caresses your ear so gently, it tickles. 

“You’re mine,” growls Rin under his breath. “No one can make you feel as good as I do. Isn’t that right, baby?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you make a pathetic noise of agreement. 

You feel Rin smirk against your skin before he pulls  away and lets you catch your breath. At this distance, he manages to take a look at your so-called hickey, brows furrowing when he notices how smudged it’s become. 

“What—?” his words break off, taking a look at his fingertips that now had purple and red eyeshadow and lipgloss on it. “Y/N… What the hell is this?”

At his confused and helpless expression, you can’t help but stifle the giggle that escapes you. 

His crease between his brows crinkle even more at your lack of explanation. 

“I’m sorry, Rinnie,” you relent after releasing all your laughter. “No one gave me a hickey at the party. My friend knew we were fighting and we wanted to get back at you.” Touching the mess on your neck, you wipe it away with the back of your hand. “It’s just makeup.”

“Makeup,” he deadpans. 

You nod sheepishly. “Makeup…” you repeat, showing him the eyeshadow smeared on you. “No matter how bad of a fight we’re in, I would never do that to you, Rin.”

He notices your tone switch from playful to genuine and he looks up at you with a serious expression on his face. “Good. I can’t play soccer professionally if I get arrested for murdering the person who gives you a hickey.”

“The only person that would be is yourself,” you promise with a grin, fingers instrinctly grazing the sensitive love bite he just made. “You’re the only person I want kissing my neck, anyway.”

“The smartest thing you’ve said all day,” says Rin dryly, placing another kiss on your jaw. “Still, your punishment for that stupid prank isn’t over.”

“It’s not?”

He shakes his head slowly, darkened eyes trained on you with a half-lidded gaze. “Hasn’t even started.”

Suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of the heat between the two of you fogging up his car windows. With the heavy breathing and hot touches, it’s no wonder the temperature around you rose. Add in the alcohol that is still lingering in your system, and it’s a recipe for a volcanic eruption.

His fingers cup your cheek and they brush sensually against your soft skin. You lean in, anticipating another kiss when he pulls away with a laugh.

You whine and pout, but it only adds fuel to Rin’s cruel satisfaction. 

“Let’s get you some fries first.” 

[cybrasigilism]

girl, hear me out... jun-ho & the reader doin it in a police car... IF NOT, I COULD TAKE FLUFF IDRC OR MIND 🤷‍♀️

girl when i tell you a giggled with GLEE at this request..

Wheels (Hwang Jun-ho X Reader Drabble)

warnings: smut (no shit sherlock) | non proofread | lowercase intended | car sex (so ig public sex too in a way?) | unprotected sex | oral (f + m receiving) | PiV | overstimulation (f) | praise kink | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: hwang jun-ho (the police officer)

A/N: yk a jun-ho request absolutely hates to see me coming 😈 needed to make this a drabble or i’d go certifiably insane (go listen to VCR/Wheels by Tyler RIGHT NEAOW)

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

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fucking in the cop car? while being something you yourself have considered a few times since the beginning of your relationship with jun-ho, you always assumed it was something entirely out of the question, especially considering how seriously he took his job. so to say you were shocked when jun-ho was the one to suggest it was an understatement, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

there were definitely no complaints when you two actually got around to it. now a car definitely isn’t the most romantic of all places to have sex, but you guys for sure made it work. of course, you were going to be on the receiving end of oral first, you knew that jun-ho wouldn’t have it any other way. for some reason, sitting on his face in the fully reclined passenger seat was just ten times hotter. maybe it was the challenge of it all, maybe it was how quickly the windows steamed up, allowing you to leave handprints while you steadied yourself as he ate you out, nevertheless you certainly didn’t want him to stop.

it must have been a special occasion, because this was one of the only instances where jun-ho allowed you to suck his dick. he said preferred to focus on pleasing you, but something inside you figured he was somehow embarrassed of the sounds he made when you let his cock separate your lips. for the first bit, he’d probably try to bite his lip or cover his mouth, anything to hold back his voice. but, if you persist and deepthroat him? yeah he won’t be able to contain himself. now it’s jun-ho who’s steadying himself against the fogged up window, simultaneously grabbing your hair lightly as you try your damnedest to make him feel as good as he makes you feel. he’ll go on about how “i should let you do this more often if you’re gonna suck me this good, fuck” and his moans will be unlike you’ve ever heard them before; lighter, more sporadic, you could definitely get used to this.

you best believe the only way this man is fucking you in the car is if you ride him. the two of you concluded that your go-to position (missionary) would be uncomfortable and impractical if either of you had to lay down in the backseat. even though jun-ho much rathers being on top (in the literal sense), he does get quite touchy while you’re bouncing on his dick. he’ll grab just about anything he can, his main mission is to draw those angelic sounds from your mouth after all. he lets you do most of the work but will occasionally buck his hips up into you if he feels you start to lose your pace, he could very easily just sit back and watch you ride his cock though.

jun-ho will totally praise you throughout the experience, after all why wouldn’t he encourage his pretty girl to continue to fuck him good?

“that’s it, ride me just like that gorgeous”

“don’t stop now, you’re doing so well”

“fuck, if you keep going like this… i don’t think i ever want you to stop”

you guys are both getting overstimulated inside that car, and that is a guarantee. how can you not? when the pleasure is too good, it would be foolish for either one of you to ever want it to come to an end. the more times either of you cum, your rhythm begins to falter, your bodies become shakier and you guys become much more vocal. all of this adds up to making the final climax feel so much better, the last release becomes that much more rewarding.

if this is how car sex with jun-ho looks, then it’s about high time you consider making it a more frequent occurrence.

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full disclosure, i was totally zoinked writing this so i’m sorry if it doesn’t make a lot of sense. i fear this has been sitting in my drafts for an embarrassing amount of time but here it is!! i apologize for the delay and thank you for reading :)

as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested!

have a fantastic night/day lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @marymustdie @putrescentpoet

[callikari]

TWEETS TO RiKi — nishimura riki ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ೀ

SYNOPSIS — you and nishimura riki have been friends since freshman year, sharing a dorm at your high school. everyone around you can see the obvious chemistry between you two, but neither of you has had the courage to admit it to each other, despite all your friends constantly teasing you. after a frustrating night of watching riki flirt with someone else, you vent on your secret burner account, posting a vague tweet about your jealousy and unspoken feelings. to your surprise, the tweet goes viral, and riki sees it, assuming it’s about another girl. bummed out, he starts pursuing the girl he thinks you’re talking about. now, you’re left feeling jealous and frustrated, unsure of what to do as riki gets closer to someone else, all while you’re desperately trying to figure out how to deal with your feelings for him—and the growing tension between you two.

PAIRING — student!riki x student fem!reader

GENRE(S) — very very short smau + written, friends to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn, fluff, crack, angst, highschool au, fluff,

WARNING(S) — swearing, awkward moments, confusion, unspoken feelings, vague flirting, side characters’ involvement in teasing, a bit of second-hand embarrassment, and potential jealousy drama

FEATURING — heeseung, jay, jake, jungwon from enhypen, rei from ive, eunchae from le sserafim, sohee from riize, wonyoung from ive, sana from twice, belle from kiss of life

PROFILES — matcha lovers | twitter addicts

STARTED — 02/18/25 - 02/22/25

TAGLiST iS CLOSED !!! 𑁤

UPDATES — everyday (for now)

🗒️ = written chapters

📱= social media

# chapters

1. #ImDoneWithThis | (227 words 📱🗒️)

2. call me rizzki | 🗒️📱

3. ARE U SERIOUS 🗒️📱

4. someone get y/n !!

5. Freewill and Conspiracy😈

6. what do i do 📱🗒️

7. am i COOKED!!!!

8. you there?