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+*:🤎:*﹤descrip. : some guy walks into the library ten minutes before you close! >:(

+*:🍪:*﹤content : sub!jaehyun x mean dom!reader

+*:🤍:*﹤warnings : hand job, very slight overstim (had 2 do it 2 em), thigh humping (???), mentions of exhibitionism i think (anon pls lmk if im wrong again), 18+ mdni 😁, female anat for reader, sexual language, yn calls jh mean names

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“E-excuse me. Do you happen to know how I can get a library card?”

You look at the boy with a lifted eyebrow. His eyes are wide behind his glasses, and he’s playing with the zipper on his jacket.

Your eyes flick from him to the timestamp on your computer screen. 10:50 PM. You roll your chair to a cabinet behind the desk and grab a form. When you turn back around, he’s looking at you expectantly. You hand him the form and roll your eyes as he skims the words. It’s just basic information–name, birthday, address–that the library needs to send cards out. When he’s finally done, he looks back at you and pushes his glasses up.

“Could I…borrow a pen?” You hold back a huff of annoyance and push the pen holder towards him. He grabs one with a sweater paw and scurries to a nearby table. You finish up an email and sign out of the work computer. You’re straightening stray paper and pens when the boy comes back up.

“Where do I s-send the form?” You scoff. Has this boy never been in a library before?

“Just give it to me,” you say while holding your hand out. He places it, along with the borrowed pen, in your palm gently, and you place them both in their designated areas. You turn back around and he’s still standing there. “Can I help you?”

He hesitates, looking off to the side then back at you. He points a thumb to the back of the library, where the bookcases are.

“I’m just gonna…go look at the books.”

You look at the computer clock again.

“You are aware that the library closes in five minutes, right?” You’re already slightly annoyed that he walked in ten minutes before closing, then took five minutes to fill out four questions. You just wanna close up and go home.

“So…I should–” He doesn’t finish the sentence, and instead just stares at you questioningly. You sigh.

“Go look at the books,” you say, because he seems like a nice guy, even if he is testing your patience a little. He nods and trots over to the cases. His hair flops as he jogs, and he’d almost be cute if he wasn’t the only person in the library three minutes before closing. Only the bottom two floors are open this late, but you’re sincerely hoping he stays on the first one.

The second floor is empty–you checked twenty minutes ago, and no one has come in since then besides him. You check it again to kill time, and cut off the lights when you confirm it’s still empty. 

In the elevator, you bring out your phone to check the time. 11:02 PM.

Back on the first floor, you straighten random chairs and clear off any doodles on the white boards. At 11:05, you walk over to the bookcases to look for the guy. 

“Sir?” You call out, peering around the corners of tall cases. You find him buried in a book with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. When you call out again, he looks up at you with wide, cute eyes. “The library’s closed.”

“O-oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just go,” he says, and you nod, but he doesn’t move. He just stands there and looks at you.

“Sir? I have to lock the doors.”

“Um, yeah. I was just– Could you actually help me with something?” You furrow your eyebrows. This section of the library doesn’t have a camera, so you’re hesitant about getting close to him. 

“I just need help making sense of this line,” he continues, and holds up the book in his hand for proof. You glance around the library, then back at him. He’s smaller than you, so you figure you could take him if it came down to it. You walk closer to him, between the cases, and look over the passage he’s pointing to. 

You reread it a few times and shake your head in confusion. You look at the outside of the book and read the title. When you look back at him, he’s already looking at you.

“Sir, this is the junior section. This is a book about fish.”

“I know. I’m just…struggling, I guess.”

“Okay…This says ‘After a preliminary courtship, the male escorts the female to a spot where a leaf or branch overhangs the surface of the water,’” you quote, and the boy nods. 

“It’s just saying these fish lay their eggs outside of water. What did you need help understanding?” You look back at him when he doesn’t answer, but he’s not looking at you. Well, he’s not looking at your face. 

His eyes are cast downward, focusing on your cleavage. You adjust your loose cardigan and regret not wearing a T-shirt (what were you supposed to do? It was warm outside, you thought you’d be fine with just a bra and a sweater). You watch as his tongue runs over his bottom lip.

His eyes flick back up to yours when you scoff. “Are you seriously looking down my shirt?” His face falls in panic.

“No, n-no. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did th–”

“You don’t know? Let me help you figure it out.” You step forward, and he steps back until his back is pressed against the bookcase. “You’re a pervert.”

He has the nerve to shake his head. “I’m not. Just listen to me, ple–”

“Tch. Why, so you can make pathetic excuses? Have you never seen a girl before?” You’re so close to him now, cornering him against the case, and he huffs out a breath. His hand trembles where he’s still clutching the book, and you look down at him. You actually laugh when you notice the tent in his sweats.

“You have to be joking. You’re getting off on this?”

His eyes squeeze shut, and a tear rolls down his cheek. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, you meant to. D’you walk into libraries right before closing just so you can wank off to the workers?”

You have to admit you enjoy teasing him, watching him grovel in front of you. The lighting in the library is dim, but you can see the pink dotting his cheeks. You wonder how far he’ll let you go, so you test the waters. 

You walk closer to him, slow enough that he can push you away if he wants to, but he doesn’t. When you’re close enough that you can feel his breath hitting your face in quiet pants, you press your leg against his crotch.

His mouth falls open and his eyebrows crease. You find yourself smirking. Of course he’d like this.

“Does this feel good?” His eyelids flutter and he nods, so you keep pushing it. “I bet you fantasize about being caught touching yourself. Bet you like an audience.”

He doesn’t respond, but he lets out a strained groan and his hips pivot so he can grind his bulge onto your thigh.

“Oh, my god. You do, don’t you?” Finally, he nods, and his hair bounces like it did before, drawing your attention to it. You reach up to run your hand through, yanking it back so he’s looking at you. “What’s your name?”

“Jae-” he gasps and closes his eyes when you press your leg closer to him. “It’s J-jaehyun. Please d-don't call the cops.”

You hum in thought. “Well, you are a freak, Jaehyun. But I won’t have you arrested. Let me help you out.” His eyes fly back open at that.

“W-what?”

You tilt your head at him. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be caught, watched, punished?”

His only response is a strangled moan. He holds your waist in place as he bucks against your leg. He’s like a dog in heat. You tell him such and watch as his entire body trembles.

“Didn’t– Ah, didn’t t-think you’d be so m-mean.”

“I didn’t think you would enjoy it so much.”

Jaehyun’s hips move faster and choked-off gasps fall from his lips. His glasses slip to the tip of his nose. You grab them and slide them on your face instead just to realize they’re not even prescription. His noises turn into small, pitiful whimpers and his grip on your hips tightens.

“Gonna cum already, Jaehyun? Are you really that pathetic? You’ve probably never even touched a woman.” Jaehyun squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head in the most unconvincing way possible.

“Aw, you haven’t, have you? Well, we have to make your first time at least a bit more special.” You pull your thigh away and back away from him. His hands fall from your waist and his hips twitch against nothing. He grip the edges of the shelves instead, pushing the books back and gasping loudly as his orgasm fades away. You corner him again.

“Look at this, Hyunnie. Can I call you that?” He nods and looks at where you’re pointing. There's a wet spot darkening the color of his pants. He’s still trying to catch his breath, but chokes when you trail a finger around the patch teasingly.

“You didn’t cum, right?” He shakes his head. “Damn, you must’ve really wanted this–you’re leaking. That’s embarrassing.” He whines and one of his hands comes to hold onto your arm when you grip him through his sweats.

“Please don’t l-leave me like this, need your h-help,” he says around labored breaths. His hips are already moving against your hand, and he whines again when you pull it away.

“Don’t worry, Hyunnie. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Not gonna jerk off in libraries anymore, yeah?” You ask as you loosen the strings on his pants and slip your hand down them. He nods deliriously.

“Good boy,” you mutter absentmindedly, and his eyes blow wide again. His grip on your hand tightens when you wrap your hand around his member. 

“Just touch– need you to touch me, please.” You squeeze his base, and his head knocks back against the books. “Please, p-plea–”

“Shut up, Jaehyun.” His mouth clamps shut. “I already said don’t worry. There’s no need to beg,” you say, even though his desperate noises are getting you wetter by the second.

He digs his teeth into his bottom lip and lets out a muffled groan when you slide your hand down his cock. It feels plump in your hand, but short in the way it doesn’t take you long at all to reach the tip. You rub into the tip experimentally, and Jaehyun’s entire body jerks in your hold. 

Your strokes start slow, but it’s not long before he’s fucking into your hand. He’s so wet the slide is easy, so you quicken your pace. His mouth falls open and he lets out rushed, high-pitched moans of ah-h, hah, hnn–

“Fuck, do you know how to shut up? This is a library, y’know.” It doesn’t matter–there’s no one here and the cameras don’t pick up sound–but you tease him just to see his eyes pool with tears. He doesn’t stop, keeps letting his unrestrained noises fall out of his mouth. 

You tsk and bring your unoccupied hand up to his face. You slip three fingers into his mouth and his lips clamp around them immediately. It effectively muffles his sounds, but there’s still quiet whimpers coming from him. 

“You’re sick, Hyunnie. Pulling me away from my work just so you could objectify me? Bet you thought about fucking me, huh? Thought about sliding your small dick into my cunt while you were filling out that form.” His eyelids flutter again as the dirty images flash across his mind. 

“You don’t even need a library card, do you? You probably have a stack from other libraries you’ve fucked yourself in.” Your wrist is starting to hurt, but it’s worth it to see the way his eyes roll back into his head. You stop jerking him off to massage his tip, play with his slit, and his mouth hangs open again. Your fingers fall out of it wet, and you wipe them on his jacket. He’s back to begging immediately.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, hmf– Need to cum, l-let me cum.”

You go back to stroking him and think about how you’re going to walk into work tomorrow, how you’re ever gonna walk into this section again after this.

You realize none of that matters when pinched-off, helpless whimpers begin falling from Jaehyun’s mouth. He’s so close, trembling in your hold, and when you nuzzle his neck and trace your teeth across his skin, he’s done for.

His head falls to your shoulder, and his thighs shake as he collapses against you. His cum is warm as it spills on your hand, and there’s so fucking much of it that you don’t know how you’re going to clean up this mess and go home at a reasonable time.

Jaehyun’s hips are still twitching into your hand even after he’s come down. He’s mumbling profanities as he drives himself into overstimulation, and you have to pull your hand away to get him to stop.

“Greedy boy. Look at the mess you made,” you say as you hold up your sticky hand. Trails of milky white stretch out between your fingers when you spread apart, and Jaehyun pulls your hand to his mouth. 

Your pussy clenches as you feel his warm tongue lick between your fingers, cleaning cum off of your hand. He’s so sloppy with it, making loud wet noises that echo throughout the empty library. When he’s done, he releases your hand and slumps against the bookcase. 

You giggle at the sight of him and rub your hands up and down his sides.

“Did you enjoy that, Myungjae?” You ask excitedly. It went pretty well, you think. He breaks into a smile of his own.

“Fuck yeah, we have to do that more often.”

You couldn’t agree more.

He helps you fix any knocked-over books and actually close the library like the sweet boyfriend he is, and spends the entire ride home proposing other dynamics for you two to roleplay.

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a/n : i cannot stop writing sub!jaehyun i am sick...i wrote this in a manic frenzy i was insane but i was free

[agi-ppangx]

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pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

an: some hurt/comfort for you guys !! please remember its okay to cry and feel down, your emotions are valid<33

“hi honey, what’s up?” you heard a familiar voice on your phone. “can i come over?” you asked in a weak voice, sniffing and it startled minho a bit, since it was pretty late in the evening. “of course. did something happen?” “i don’t wanna talk about it. i just wanna be with you now,” you said, more tears spilling from your eyes. “where are you?” “on my way to your apartment.” “did you take a taxi?” minho said in a firm tone. you didn’t answer. “yn, please tell me you’re not taking a walk here at this hour.” you could hear something rumble in the background, as if minho was looking for something. “where are you?” he asked again. “near the train station…” you finally whispered, knowing that it was useless to lie to him. “alright, sit somewhere safe, i’ll be there in 10 minutes.” “no, you don’t have to pick me up. it’s okay, i can just walk,” you uttered. after all that happened today, the last thing you wanted was to be a burden to your boyfriend. “well, it's too late because i’m already in the car. stay there and wait for me.”

after a few minutes you saw minho’s car stopping at the parking spot next to you. he was quick to get out of the car and hug you tightly. you broke down in his embrace, feeling all the emotions escape you. minho placed his hand on the back of your head and stroked your hair a few times, rocking you gently in his arms. after a long while you finally broke the hug and looked minho in the eyes. he took your hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly, leading you to his car. he was acting so soft and caring that it caused you to cry even more, especially when he fastened your seatbelt for you. he whispered something along the lines of “you’re my baby and i’ll make sure you’re safe.” then he drove you to the nearest convenience store, buying you all the food you wanted and then finally after the terrible day you were able to cuddle with your boyfriend, slowly but gradually forgetting about all your problems.

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pairing: minho x curvyfem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!minho. curvy!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. slight fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ ONLY. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this shit's got some angst in it. reader had an abusive and fat-ph0bic ex in the past, and has trauma from that. reader is self conscious about their legs/weight. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 5.0k

summary: you had thought that your scars from the past were healed, but evidently, your ex from college was still clouding your mind. thankfully, your boyfriend minho is right there to help you heal from the heartbreak.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). minho has a thing for reader in skirts/her thick thighs. fingering. minho eats reader out. DIRTY talk. dom!minho. sub!reader. making out. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. face riding. slight sub-space. excessive hair pulling. breeding kink is alluded to. pet names (babydoll, babygirl, kitten, etc.). degradation kink (minho calls reader a whore/slut). daddy kink. slighttt dollificaition/corruption kink. multiple orgasms.

a/n: started writing this last week after some of my good stay writing friends sortaa gave me the prompt to do a minho x thick reader. I originally planned for this to be just a short drabble but... here we are lmao. 💀 also, I am a thick girl myself, so I really appreciate writing/reading inserts where I can relate to y/n. anyways, enjoy you guys!! 😖

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  The moment Minho opened the door to the studio, and saw you standing there, he completely froze up. And the look on his face, of utter surprise, left you shifting on either of your feet in sudden anxiety. 

 You knew you shouldn’t have come to the company to surprise him during his work day, especially since he and the boys were so busy preparing for their next comeback. 

 And you knew that you shouldn’t have rolled up to the recording studio dressed as you were, in the new outfit that you had bought at the mall the week before. Originally, you had wanted to wear it the next time the two of you went out on a date night together, but with his rapidly growing schedule of duties, you decided that you wouldn’t get such an opportunity for a while. 

 The outfit wasn’t all that scandalous… 

 Sure, the white, lacy tank top was pretty skintight and showed quite a bit of your cleavage, and the pink skirt that was embellished with white satin bows on the sides was quite short. 

 Okay, scratch that, the flowy, baby-pink pleated skirt was really fucking short. 

 Like, borderline porn-star level short. 

 The hemline was cropped so much that it barely covered your ass. 

 But that’s why you wore the long, white lace stockings. To hide some of the expanse of skin that you were exposing. 

 You had never been particularly fond of your legs. Being a curvy girl and all, they had always been rather… chubby for your liking. Sure, your tits were nice and big. But having thick thighs? That would be a hard hell no in your book. 

 Even still, your boyfriend sure did like your legs. He talked about his fondness for them all the time, and showed his love for them in all different ways; whether it was by always seeming to have a hand on your legs, massaging your thighs when you couldn’t fall asleep at night, or giving them lots of sweet kisses while he fucked you deep into the mattress late in the twilight hours of daybreak.

 So that’s why you decided to buy the outfit, to please him. Because even if you didn’t like your legs, you wanted to make Minho happy. And if that meant dressing up like a cute little doll - albeit leather slutty - then you were okay with that.

 There he stood, mouth completely agape, as his eyes roved down the length of you. Going all the way to your cute little white platform heels before shooting back up to your exposed chest. You could see the tips of his ears start to turn red from the sight of you all dressed up for what appeared to be him.

 “Hi, baby.” You mumbled, fingers fiddling with the frilly fabric of your skirt. Your gaze shot down to the floor in embarrassment, as you practically felt his eyes burn two holes into the fabric that barely covered your legs. 

 “Uhm- hi… kitten,” he finally managed to pull himself together, leaning against the doorframe. You caught glimpses of the room behind him. It was bustling with staff and some of his members, as everyone was busy preparing the tracks for their new album. “What are you… doing here so late at night?” 

 Your focus landed on his hand, which was gripping the side of the door. Veins popping from exertion, he was doing his best to hold himself together at that moment. Then you noticed how he tilted to the side a bit, seemingly hiding the sight of you from the rest of everyone who was just behind him in the studio. 

 Shrugging, you offered him a tiny, soft smile. “I don’t know… Just wanted to surprise you, that’s all.” You began, a frown already overtaking your face as the realization dawned on you that you might be a bother to him while he was working. “Sorry, did I come at a bad time? I can-”

 “No- no.” He suddenly blurted out in a frantic voice. Throat bobbing up and down as you watched him physically fight the urge to not lunge right at you. “You’re never a nuisance, baby…” Then he was moving, stepping forward only slightly and reaching out to tuck a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. The feeling of his long digits brushing across your cheek sent shivers down your spine. “It’s just that, I’m super fucking busy right now, and I’d hate for you to sit around here without getting the… proper attention that you deserve.” 

 The 'attention' that he was talking about was not the innocent one. You could tell by the way his eyes sparkled under the faint lights of the studio - brewing with so many tamped wants and desires. You could tell from his jaw, that ticked painfully tight at the mention of you sticking around in such an outfit, for everyone to see. 

 Just then you hauled out the carton of coffees that you had been hiding behind your back, presenting them to your boyfriend with a wide grin plastered on your face. “It’s okay, I understand… I thought you guys could use these while you work. It’ll help bring your spirits up.” Minho stared down at the coffees you had ordered from a nearby coffee shop. 

 For a moment, he just froze there, looking at the Americanos. Then, he was gently taking them from your hands with soft eyes that never failed to make your heart melt. “Thanks, dollface… I’ll be sure to hand these out to the guys.” 

 “Well, I should let you get back to work, I know you have a long night ahead of you…” You started, leaning into him and pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. “I’m gonna hang out at that cafe just down the road for a little bit, then I’ll head home.” 

 As you began to tug away from him, Minho’s free hand shot out and clutched at your hip. Fingers digging into the skin there desperately, he pressed you close to his form. “Please- don’t go to that cafe tonight.” 

 Staring up at him, you rose an eyebrow in question. “Why not?” You asked, noticing the way his eyes widened a little bit in desperation. His lips pressed together in a firm line, cheeks blooming with a slight flush as he gaped down at you. 

 “I- it’s… it’s too late- not safe for you to stay out alone,” he gave your lips a soft kiss before he was tearing away from you again. You could see the furrow in his brows, and how hard he was fighting himself to have control over all of the urges that coursed through his mind just then. “Don’t want anything to happen to you. So go home and wait for me… I shouldn’t be too long at the studio tonight.” 

 You nodded gradually, flashing him an easy smile. “Okay, if you say so… just don’t work too late, okay?” You reached up, carding a few fingers through his shock of crimson-red hair. “I need you to come home with enough energy tonight.” 

 At that, he smirked wickedly, licking his lips with that perfect, pink tongue of his. “And why’s that, princess?” 

 “I think you know why…” 

 Before he could do - or say - anything else, you were dragging away from him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

 “I’ll see you later then?” Just then you purposefully dropped your keys on the floor. And as you bent down to retrieve them, you made sure your ass was in clear view of Minho. You rose, flashing him the matching white lacy panties that you had on peeking out just from underneath your skirt. “Bye, baby… love you.” You said as you turned around and offered him another tiny smile. 

 The look of utter desire he had on his face at that moment was unmatched by any other expression he had ever had in the past. His eyes widened for what felt the millionth time that night, but you didn’t let him say anything else, as you were already sauntering away, swinging your hips from side to side alluringly. 

 The night seemed to drag on painfully as you waited at home in your shared apartment for Minho to finish work. And when the sound of his keys at the front door finally rang out throughout the place, you were up in an instant, already in the entryway as he filed through the threshold of your apartment. You had taken off your white stockings soon after arriving home, hating the way the itchiness of the fabric irritated your skin.

 “Welcome home, baby.” You said, giving him a soft smile as he bent down and slipped off his shoes. 

 He stared up at you, gaze turning immediately dark as he once again took in your attire for the night. The shirt had rumpled since you had last seen him at the studio, and the skirt had risen a little bit more up your legs from your lounging on the living room couch. This resulted in you flashing him your white panties.

 You didn’t have any time to think or breathe or even speak, as within the next beat, Minho’s hands were wrapped around your waist, pushing you until your back hit the nearest wall. 

 His face neared your exposed neck, as his lips suckled on your jaw sweetly, teeth biting into your skin hungrily. When he drew back to take a shuttering breath, his mouth was already a little puffy from the violet bruises that he had given you in just the past few seconds. 

 “Fuck- I didn’t know how long I was gonna last at the studio tonight,” he murmured, dipping into you again and running his hot tongue over the length of your clavicle. “Every time I tried to focus on work, I’d lose myself in the thought of you - of you in this slutty little skirt. And fuck- I also came right there in front of everyone as I kept remembering how hot you looked like this.” 

 Minho’s hands were leaving your hips as he spoke the words in a low voice, fingers already finding their way under your skirt. Trailing up, up, up, he finally stopped when his palms came in contact with your asscheeks. 

 “I picked out the outfit just for you… saw it at the mall the other week, and I knew you had to see me in it,” You said, voice cutting off slightly as his nails dug into the flesh of your ass rather harshly. “Thought I’d surprise you at work after the long, hard week that you’ve had.”

 Minho kneaded either of your asscheeks, mouth hovering over yours as he stared down at you with lust taking over his eyes. You moaned into him at the feeling of him working you up so well- getting you so flustered without even doing that much, to begin with. 

 “You gonna be a good girl for me tonight, princess?” He purred seductively, tongue poking out between his two stunning red lips and tracing the line of yours. “Gonna let me fuck you in this pretty little skirt?” He swallowed down the strangled moans that threatened to leak out of you just then. “Gonna let me ruin it for you?” He suckled on your mouth, tongue pressing past your teeth and tasting you irrevocably. “Gonna let me have my way with you tonight, hmm?” 

 You were already a shaking mess beneath him, limbs going all melty and jello-like as he held you in his grasp. So close, yet not nearly close enough. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be your good girl… I wore this to please you, baby. I know how much you like these kinds of- outfits on me.” 

 Then without another word, Minho was moving. Hoisting you up into his arms and walking you across the apartment’s slick wooden floors. In no time at all, he was gently setting you down on the bed, as he took a seat just beside you. 

 “Come here and sit on daddy’s face, kitten.” 

 His command came out all gravelly and stern. He stared at you with beseeching eyes, cocking his head to the side as he watched your face transform. From one that was full of sensual mirth to downright horror. 

 “W-What?” You found yourself stammering out, a flush already creeping up your neck and pooling in your ears and cheeks. 

 Minho shrugged nonchalantly. Like him asking you to practically suffocate him with your thick thighs wasn’t that big of a deal. “You heard me, babydoll- want you to ride my face.” 

 You felt yourself dissolving onto the bed in embarrassment, the fears from years past already starting to creep into the corners of your mind. You thought you had gotten rid of them long ago, but as it turns out, the words your abusive ex had once told you continued to resonate in the back of your psyche for years afterward. 

 “I… I can’t, Min.” You said, shoulders slumping in defeat. The tears began to cloud at the rims of your eyes, as you started to recall all of the horrible things that your college ex had told you. About how you had ‘almost suffocated him’ with your heavy-set body the one time you tried to ride his face. He had constantly shamed you about your curvy physique. And even still, years later, the terrible things he’d tell you during and after sex continued to vibrate low in your soul. 

 There was a deafening silence that came over the entire room, and you saw the way Minho’s face dawned with recognition as he tried to fit the puzzle pieces together. You had told him about your ex before but had never gone too much into the specifics of everything. Especially when it came to sex. No, that shit was too embarrassing to ever bring to light again. 

 “Why… not?” He asked, tone quiet and wavering as he watched you crumble under the pain of remembrance. In the next breath, he was next to you, clasping your hands in his and trying to shake you out of your dazed stupor. “Baby- baby, listen to me. I’d never force you to do anything,” he began, raising your hands to his mouth and pressing kiss after soft kiss to your knuckles. “If you don’t wanna do something, that’s okay, darling. Just please, don’t cry, yeah?” 

 “But I want to do it!” You cried out, the tears blurring your vision and painting him out to be a red-haired splotch in the forefront of your mind. “It’s just- every time I think about it, I get so paralyzed with fear and I… then I suddenly can’t do it.” 

 Minho leaned into you, pushing a few gentle kisses to your lips. “It’s alright, kitten. There’s no rush for anything. You can take as long as you need.” 

 “I want to make you happy, Min.” You wailed, burying your face in the crook of his neck. One of his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him as your shoulders shook with your sobs. 

 “I know baby, I know… but I’m not happy if you’re not happy.” 

 For a few minutes, you were completely silent. Letting the tears and emotions flow out of you like water. And your boyfriend Minho held you the entire time, offering up words of praise and love as his fingers gently stroked through your hair. 

 “It was… my ex, from college,” you finally found the courage to admit after a long bout of silence. Immediately upon mentioning him, Minho’s hand stopped moving in your hair. You felt him go completely still, as he waited for you to finish. “He… he was a real ass and- and he said some horrible things about my weight sometimes.” 

 “What’d he say, baby?” Minho asked, voice sounding strained as he did his best to hold back his anger for you. At your silence, he continued to rake his hands through your hair. “It’s okay, love- you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. All in your own time, yeah?” 

 You took in a deep breath, gulping in air as the memories from years past began to overtake you once again. “He said things like… I’d kill him if I sat on his face. Stuff like that,” you began, the shaking in your limbs beginning to come to a stop as you recalled everything. “And I guess… after a while, I just became so afraid that I never wanted to do something like that ever again.” 

 Minho pulled away from you then, grabbing ahold of either of your shoulders and squeezing there so that you stared up at him through your misty vision. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, baby- I can’t imagine how hard it was for you,” his thumbs gently danced underneath your eyes, wiping away your excess tears. “But I want you to know that I’d never tell you such things - I love you just the way you are, no matter what you look like, I’ll always love and adore you. 

 You nodded slowly, giving him a soft, genuine smile. The first one of the night. “Y-Yeah babe… I know you’d never do such a horrific thing. But like, I just wish I could get over that shit, ya know? Move on from it and all.” 

 “Well… what if I could help you overcome it?” 

 Staring up at him with wide eyes, you bit down hard on your bottom lip in thought, “H-How would you be able to do such a thing?” Your fingers began to fiddle with the short hemline of your skirt. The white satin bows at your sides brushed against your nails, the soft material soothing your racing heart somewhat. “I don’t know if-”

 “You trust me, yeah?” Minho started then, cutting off your nonsensical ramblings that were charged with nervousness. At your nod, he was brushing some of your hair out of your face, offering you a grin that gradually tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Then let me take care of you… let me make it all better, hmm?”

 You gulped over the lump that was forming in your throat. Already, you could feel the wetness surge again between your legs, and you squirmed in his hold. One of your boyfriend’s hands tore away from your waist, traveling up the back of your calf and landing on your exposed knee. 

 He pressed into you, his muscular chest rising and falling against your bosom which was barely covered by your tiny shirt. “Can I take off your panties, darling?” He purred soothingly against the shell of your ear, the sound of his deep, gravelly voice shooting a bout of shivers down the length of your spine. “Can you let me make you feel good tonight, kitten?” 

 “Y-Yes,” you found yourself mumbling quietly, nodding frantically as you felt your heart pound against your ribcage. “P-Please… help me forget about it all, daddy.” 

 Minho peered down at you, a sardonic kind of smirk blooming across his mouth, “That’s my good girl,” his hand moved away from your knee then, traveling up, up, up, and stopping at your inner thigh. “So pliant- such a good listener too,” he continued to praise you, fingers skating over your clothed core as he made his way towards your panties. “Makes me wanna give you everything you ever wanted, hmm…” His fingers danced along the edge of your panties waistband before he was languidly dragging them down your legs, and finally throwing them off to the side. 

 “P-Please, daddy,” you whimpered up at him, the tears brimming in your eyes again, but for entirely different reasons. You were sitting perched in his lap atop your shared bed, giving him a pleading stare and asking - begging - for him to do more, just with your whines alone. “Can you give it to me? Please, I’ve been so good…” 

 “Hmm…” He mused out loud, tapping a lone finger against his chin in thought. You felt his hand come between your legs again, cupping your warmth there. “I don’t know- do you think a good girl shows up to her boyfriend’s workplace dressed like a shameless whore?” His fingers traced around the edges of you, toying with your pussy lips and making you lose your fucking mind from the teasing of it all. 

 You cried out in agonizing bliss, moving against him just a little bit so that there was some friction between your legs. “I-I wanted to please you, daddy… everything was for you.”

 Minho flashed you a slight, playful frown, the light in his eyes burning with desire and fiery passion. “And look at you now… all hot and worked up and soaking wet, but with no respite in sight.” He cooed in that baby voice that he always used on you whenever he was feeling especially commanding in bed. “But you want daddy to play with your pussy- want me to fuck you wide open with my cock, even after everything you’ve done tonight…” He smirked down at you imploringly, like he seriously couldn’t believe you had dared to visit him at the company dressed up as you were. “You’re definitely a big dreamer, I’ll give you that.” 

 Before you could say anything else, Minho was laying back down on the mattress again, propping his head atop a downy pillow. You gaped at him, squirming in your spot beside him as you felt your arousal drip down your legs.

 Minho rose an eyebrow your way then, “Well, what are you waiting for?” He motioned with his head for your to draw closer to him, and you slowly began to make your way to his side. “If you’re good- you might just get daddy’s cock tonight… so don’t act up like a brat, yeah?” 

 The blood rushed through your veins wildly then, as you shifted on the bed and threw a leg around him. Carefully, you positioned yourself over his face. It was quite a rare sight- to have Minho be underneath you, flashing you that wicked smirk and studying you with those lust-filled eyes. 

 “Do whatever you have to do to make yourself feel good, babydoll,” he coached in that whispery voice of his. The one he always used on you whenever he was trying to soothe you through your fifth orgasm of the night. “And if I die from suffocation of your pussy, I’d die a happy fucking man.” 

 His words set you into action and cast a light film of red fiery passion over your mind. In no time at all you were lowering yourself down on his face. 

 The moment you made contact, you were already a moaning mess. With his sharp nose pressing up into your clit, and his lips offering your cunt sweet kisses, your eyes immediately rolled into the back of your head. It felt so fucking good - everything felt so much better than you had imagined. 

 As his tongue dipped into you, lapping at your taste, you frantically ripped off your shirt, stripping yourself of your white lace bralette. At this, Minho stopped for a breath, his eyes hooded and swimming with shadows. 

 “See? You’d never kill me with just your thighs alone,” he mused, his voice rumbling against your cunt and making you yelp out in oversensitivity. One of his hands fell away from your hips, rising up to cup one of your breasts. “More like, you’d kill me with these beautiful fucking tits.” 

 With one hand, you were holding onto his head, threading fingers through his crimson locks as he got back to work between your legs. Meanwhile, your other palm was busy pressing against his, guiding his fingers as they traced across your chest, pinching and toying with your swollen peak there. 

 You ground against his face the whole time, head thrown back in pure bliss as the vilest of sounds fled from your mouth. With his nose buried against your throbbing clit, and his tongue thrusting into you with every other breath, you were quickly approaching your release. 

 “Fuck- you taste so fucking amazing, wish I could eat you every single day.” He mumbled against you. His lips sucked on you like you were the best lollipop he had ever had, the lewd sounds he was making casting across the entire dimly lit bedroom in sensuality. 

 “I-I’m gonna come-” You cried out desperately, chasing your high as you rode his face at a frantic pace. At your confession, Minho’s nails dug into the skin at your hips, fingers relentlessly toying with your breast as he delved with a renewed kind of vigor into your essence. 

 Your orgasm came over you in a blinding flash of whiteness, casting galaxies across your vision as Minho helped you ride out the wave of release. Your entire body melted against him, and just as you were slipping into the headiness of blissful weightlessness, your boyfriend was moving from underneath you. 

 Grabbing onto your hips, he was flipping your positions. And in the next breath, he was towering over you, leaning in and threading a few fingers into your hair. He pulled at the roots there, making you whine out in slight pain. The harshness forced your eyes open, and your gazes locked.

 “Now… I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll completely forget about that asshole from your college days,” he growled, his anger about your past abusive ex unbidden. It shined through in the way a dark look cast over his entire face. His lips attached to yours, as he sucked the breath right out of your lungs. 

 “D-Daddy… please, need your dick so fucking much,” you clawed out to him in your blurry vision, still cresting over your previous orgasm. Your hands wound behind his neck, holding his face close to yours as your kiss turned frantic - tongue against tongue, teeth clashing together. You tasted yourself on him, and the dirtiness of it all only made the pool of energy in your core grow deeper. 

 Minho yanked away from your lips, a string of saliva stretching taught between the two of you. With his strong, big hands, he grabbed ahold of either of your legs and pushed them apart. “Open wide for me, kitten… wanna see your tight little pussy as I stretch you open with my cock.” 

 You moaned wildly at his words, watching with shallow breath as he rid himself of his baggy sweatpants and black briefs. When he neared you on the bed again, you felt your heartbeat thump inside your ear. 

 “N-No condom?” You asked, voice coming out raspy from all of the cries and moans that you had been doing that night. 

 Minho stared down at you, as his weight dipped the mattress underneath you. He drew close to your frame that was splayed out of the bed haphazardly, still in your short skirt that had risen your waist exponentially. 

 “Nah- gonna fuck you raw tonight,” he began, just as he reached out to you, hand finding that same spot between your legs. Then he was drawing shapes against your puffy clit, index finger dipping into your entrance. “Gonna bust this tiny pussy wide open with my seed.” 

 You swallowed over the groan that wanted to escape from you then. And then the breath was completely caught in your throat, as Minho guided his cock through your folds. Your entire body shuddered at the feeling of it all, and you stared down between you, anticipating everything. 

 In the next beat, he was ramming into you. As soon as he sunk in, bottoming out, he set a hellish pace. Skin slapping against skin, he thrusted in and out. Already you were beginning to move up the bed, screaming out in mindless bliss. 

 “Holy shit- you’re so fucking hot, babygirl,” Minho purred lowly, as his hands gripped onto your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock with each pound of his hips, “Makes me wanna ruin you so much… you’d like that, yeah? Getting fucked over by my cock- bet it’d make you go all crazy and shit.” 

 “Mhm-” You groaned in a loud voice, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as his dick pressed into that gooey spot inside of you. His thumb ghosted over your clit, dragging you back across the cliffside of orgasm faster than you had thought. “Want you to ruin me, daddy… fuck me til I’m crying.” 

 As soon as you felt one of his hands travel up your sternum, stopping at one of your breasts, your eyes were shooting open. His fingers toyed with you, pulling and twisting your pert bud. “Oh, don’t worry, kitten,” he said, words trailing off as he pressed you so far into the bed with his rutting alone that you swore you saw the heavens cast over your mind. “I know how much of a cockwhore you are- how much of a slut you are, for dressing up so provocatively at my work- so I’m gonna give it to you nice and good… gonna have you screaming my name, mind all fuzzy and thoughts gone as I pump you full of my cum.” 

 Your eyes locked after that, and the spark that had been lit deep inside of your heart the moment you laid eyes upon Minho burned brighter. Because you knew that no matter what, he’d always love you. 

 And no amount of weight gain, or weight loss, was going to change that. 

 He was always going to be there for you, 

 Helping you survive through all of the pain and memories, 

 Guiding you on the pathway of forgetfulness, 

 Wiping your mind of all the heartbrokenness in just the right way. 

Fin.

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Call him Daddy

Miguel Diaz x Black!Reader

Black & Brown 🤎

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"Miggy Could you see yourself with Kids?" He Blushed and Quickly looked in your Direction."Wha...Um Why?" He looked Almost Shocked you two had just started 11th Grade and Were no Where Near ready for a Baby."Shit Miguel Calm Down I'm just asking I swear" you giggle as he holds his Chest in Relief."Oook I mean I have to Expand my family Some How Right?" He looked right at you giving Shy smile, Which you returned. "Right" You two made a Promise to Be as Careful as Possible until you two Were Ready.

After Graduation you two got more handsy, But still Safe. It wasn't until a few years later that you'd both Decided it might to time to tie the knot.

"Shit I didn't think you were Serious!" Robby Smiled as he and the other Boys Examined the Ring."That physical therapist Job must Pay well" Demitri Chuckled out ." Hell Yea it is! Look at that Diamond!" As Eli went to Reach Miguel quickly Closed the Box and Shoved it into his Pocket."Mm'Thinkin' Today? Maybe our first night in the new place" The boys Nodded in agreement." Hawk Over Here!" The boys attention Was now on On the Girls: Tory, Yas, Y/n, And Pregnant Moon ." I still can't believe there's already gonna be a Baby Hawk" Robby Giggled out in Disbelief, They all Watch them Look and Pick at Baby Clothes."That's what I get For Hitting it Raw, Feels so Damn Good tho~"

Hm

Miguel felt his Cheeks warm as he watched you look threw Baby Clothes,He wanted to know what you'd look like all Round and Plump with his babies. He Knew he was Supposed to be Celebrating with his Buddies But he Couldn't help Keep his hands off you. He'd rest his hands on your Waist, Holding you Close to him While you Looked with the others."Isn't this Cute Miguel?" He Hummed in agreement Running his hands Down your Curves, he let his hands Roam your Soft Belly and Hips."You know I think The Movers Should be Done By now Mi amor~" You frown and Look back up to him."But We just got here Miggy!" His Grip on your Hips Tightened and he Nibbled at your Ear."We've been shopping for hours.You just now Got to the baby section."

"Why'd u want me to Leave so Bad huh?" You start to Grind your Ass against him Only for him to Dig his hands into Hips."Why are you looking at Baby Clothes?" You stayed Silent and Shrugged your Shoulders.

"Thinking about babies Huh?" He Kissed Behind your Ear Making you shiver." I swear I was just Looking, We're no Where Near Ready for Babies" He gave another Wet kiss at your Ear before Whispering." I don't see Why not, Amor~" He Moaned The last Word Making you Shivered and finally turn to him."Are you Sure, Once we start there is no going back?" He Nodded pulling you into a Kiss."Hey Guys Me and Miguel are gonna Head home, Make sure it Looks Good for the Housewarming. We'll see you there?" They All Agree Before Miguel quickly pulled you Both Out to the Parking lot.

"Shit Amor!~" He Moaned, Comfortably Sat on your New Sofa in nothing more than a Pink Robe He'd Bought from the mall Earlier, You Gagged on His Cock Staring like a Predator as you Swallowed him down. Miguel wasn't a Complete Sub but seeing you Suck out his Soul made him Weak. His Grip Tightened on the Soft Cushions as you Moaned and Played with his Balls.

"Fuck Mamí! You...you gotta stop!~" He Grabbed at your Messy Jaw before Slowly pulling you off with a Twitch."I'm only Bussin' in that Pussy today Baby~" He pulled you into his Lap and the two of you share a Sloppy Kiss, He stood up Wrapping your Legs around his Waist an Carried you To your Shared Bedroom, He'd Tossed you onto the bed before Stripping from the Robe.

His Beautiful Naked Skin Glowed against the Warm light of the room, You Spread your Legs an Play with your Messy Pussy. He bit his lip and Crawled between your Legs. He kissed at your thighs he Gently Moved your hand before giving your pussy a long awaited lick, your hand Relocated to his Hair as he Secured his Place in between his thighs.

The Sloppy noises that echoed around the Room only Made you Jerk harder in his Grasp, He Gave Full Contact as your Mess Leaked Down his Beard Soaked it."Fuck, i want it Migs! Please Fill me up~" He Giggled Before Giving your Clit a Few Flicks."Ok Pretty Girl~" He gave your Clit one last kiss before trailing them up your stomach, He Finally Locked Lips with you Letting you taste yourself. "You Ready Mamí? once I feel it Raw I might not wanna Stop~" You gave him a Confident Smile Before Turning over and Shoving your Face into your Pillows. You Shoved you ass onto his Hard Dick Earning a Pleased Moan From Him."I'm Ready Papí~" He Gripped your ass Basically Drooling at the Mouth, You Felt his Hot Tip Catch your Entrance."Please Papí~ I'm aching For it Please!~" he Growled Slowly Sinking into your Warm Walls."Ooh Shit Y/n/n~" your Sure his Grip on your hips Could Bruise, Usually He couldn't Contain Himself Whenever you pulled the ol Face Down ass Up Technique, an today was no Different.

Except Feeling you Raw made him Feel like a Demon, When his Snapped his Hips into yours once more an you Couldn't Hold your in your Moans. His thrust Her Gentle, Almost too Gentle. Like he was Holding Back, So you Decided to Egg him on a Little by a Playful Tease." Come on Migs~ First time no Condom and you Fuck Like this?? I thought you wanted to put a Baby in me~" you Reached between your Legs an Massage at his Balls and Whirling your hips. He shoved you Back into the Bed Before giving you a particularly Hard Thrust that Made you Spine Tingle, He had Taken your Beautiful Dreads in Between his Fingers as he Leaned over to Whisper in your Ear."I'm Being Gentle for your Sake Princess, But if you want it Rough I'll Give it To ya~" You Whined as he Started slamming into you, his Thrust Shook the Bed and you Laid a Fuck Doll for him to Play with.

"You Gon Make me a Daddy Baby? Hum?"

Mhm!~

He pulled Himself from you Oozing Pussy, an you were Roughly Turned on your Back Where you got a Front Seat Row on his Beautiful Body. His Brown Abs Were Glowing With his Sweat and his Cream Covers Cock Laid on your Stomach, His Tips red Ready to Burst."i wanna Look at my pretty Mama~" He Shoved himself back inside, his Expression Relieved as he Started his brutal Thrust once again. You'd Wrapped your arms around his Shoulders leaving Love bites Everywhere you could access Only Fueling the Fire, he Gripped your LoveHandles Tightly an Picked up the Pace Driving you Over the Edge." Oh Fuck Miguel~ Please Fill me up!~" His Thrust became uneven as your Walls Tried to suck him Dry, he let out a Loud throaty Groan as his Warm Seed Coated your Insides. He'd Shoved you Both Further into the Bed as he tried to catch his Breathe.

You felt Full~

Both you and Miguel had Felt a bit of a Barrier Because of The Condoms. It just felt like you could be closer, an today you Were~

He slowly Pulled from you Creamed walls, Both of you Marveling at the Mess you Made."You good?" You Nodded an he slipped on a Tank before pulling the Robe back onto his shoulders, The Fabric soft Immediately Reminding him Why he Bought it."You know you Look like a Daddy in that Thing" he Giggled, Miguel couldn't Wait to see you Round Tummy and Milky Tits, Plus he basically Got to hit it raw Until the Stick Blue.

So...Why not Put a Ring on it. Make it official.

"We still have Time before Their Here, wanna Go another Round?"

"I actually had something else in mind..." he pulled a Small Box From the Bag Before Sitting back in the Bed Next to you." I've been Raking my Head all Week Just thinking about this moment, and what'd id Say even Longer. But now that We're ready for Kids, I think We're Ready for Marriage" Your Ears Perked as you sat up and leaned against his Back, you stared at the Box with a Bright smile."Of course I'll Marry you Miguel~" He Blushed and Giggles as you reached for the small Box."I haven't even Asked you Yet!" He pulled away Opening the Box and Presenting the Pretty Ring to his Beloved.

"Mi vida y alma~ will you make me a Happy Husband and Father for the Rest of my Life?~"

"Forever and Always Mi Corazón" He smiled an slipped the Ring Onto your finger, Sealing the Deal with a Long Passionate Kiss.

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SUMMER NIGHTS 𝟏𝟐| 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

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JUNE SIGHED AS SHE leaned into Happy's arms, her back pressed against his chest while one of his arms was draped around her protectively, even though there was no danger at the moment. She hated not knowing if he would change his mind and leave the kids and her again now that a threat had actually been made against her.

"Hey prospect, clean my wife's car", he barked at the young man, who immediately jumped to his feet and rushed towards the door. "Don't you need somethin' to clean?"

"Hap, be nice to him." June gently hit his chest with the back of her hand as she could almost hear the Prospect gulping even from a distance. The poor guy was still kind of new, so he had to go through this like every other Prospect before him, too. Nevertheless, June offered him a friendly smile. "There's everything you need in the bathroom under the sink."

"Oᅳ okay. Thank you", the dark-haired man, Seth, muttered before rushing into the bathroom, making the rest of the boys let out a laugh.

"You guys can be so mean!" June rolled her eyes, grinning as the laughter slowly died down and only an amused grin remained on their faces.

"Babe, he's the Prospect, you're not supposed to help him", Happy grumbled as he pulled her back into his arms, reaching for his cup of coffee, that stood on the kitchen counter next to him, with his free hand. "He's gotta go through this like everyone else."

"And I understand that and it's entirely up to you how much you want to test him, but", she took a long breath, a crooked smile forming on her lips as she looked up at Happy. "But he can't taste where our cleaning supplies are, huh?"

"Whatever", the SAA grunted, the slightest grin on his face before his features fell back into its familiar, stoic demeanour. "So what do we do about the threat? I'm not going to sit around and wait for something to happen."

"And you shouldn't", Jax answered first, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he slouched wearily in his chair, exhaustion written all over his tired face from the long day. "Nobody threatens my sister, my nieces or a family member in general and gets away with it. But we have to first make sure that the threat really comes from the Argent Devils. We can't just retaliate, man."

"Who else should be behind this?" Juice seethed, not much of his cheerful demeanor left as he waved the slightly crumpled piece of paper in his hand around. "This seems to be their new tactic, threatening our Old Ladies."

"Can I see the letter?" June asked cautiously, her hand already outstretched, clearly worried about her best friend. "And where is Amber now?"

"With her mom, she should be safe there", Juice sighed as he passed the letter to June before running a hand over his mohawk. "They know exactly what they're doing."

"Alright, tell her to stay there for now", June said firmly before her eyes darted over the neatly written lines, a scoff leaving her lips.

'Our bad you lost your precious baby because of us. Last time, there was no intention to hurt an Old Lady; but this time, maybe we want exactly that. Better be careful.'

"How did they get so much information anyway? Like, how do they know Amber had a miscarriage?", she asked angrily, horrified by the bold brutality in the words, which had probably opened up old wounds according to Juice' depressed expression. "Is she okay? Maybe I should go see her", June added firmly.

Her spirit was instantly killed by Happy, his eyes burning into her skull as he shook his head vigorously. "You're not going anywhere without me or a patch, woman, you hear me?"

Somehow, June could only smile at his words. That was all she had wanted; his protection instead of him pushing her away. So she listened without arguing, grateful to have him by her side.

"Okay, then I'll stay here and call her later", she said calmly before looking at the clock with a sigh. "I'll go and check on the kids, Alanna has probably asked Mom a million questions about why everyone is here."

"We'll talk later", Happy croaked against her lips before placing his on them, gently squeezing her hip before slightly pulling away. "You stay in the house, the kids too, understand?"

"Hap, I'm not stupid, I know what we have to do right now. I grew up around the club, forgot that?", she murmured against his lips with a smile, stole another kiss and then shoved the piece of paper back into Juice' hand before squeezing the man's shoulder. "We'll be fine, Amber will be fine", she said softly before leaving the kitchen to the men to check on Gemma and the kids.

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THE HOUSE WAS quiet again, the guys were back with their own families or at the clubhouse and Gemma was with Nero for the time being, who now also knew about the threats and would keep his eyes and ears open.

Callie didn't notice the tense atmosphere, the seething anger that was slumbering inside her father and her mother's concern that someone might hurt her babies. Alanna on the other hand was now too old and attentive to hide something like that from her.

"Is somebody gonna hurt us?", the nine-year-old looked up between her parents, no longer able to stay quiet.

It was nice to be cuddled up on the couch with her parents, Callie right next to her, both girls resting in their parents' arms. Alanna's in Happy's as he sat right next to her and Callie snuggled up to June's, her stuffed turtle tucked tightly under her small arm.

"The hell, Lana?" Happy barked softly as the three-year-old also took her eyes off the TV and looked up in shock.

"Who wants to hurt us?", her small voice asked, the girl clearly more scared than her big sister. "I don't want anyone to hurt us."

"Oh baby, no one's going to hurt us", June cooed soothingly as Callie's lip began to quiver, her stuffed turtle pressed flush against her chest and holding on to it like her life depended on it. "Come here", June murmured as she pulled Callie onto her lap and flashed Alanna a stern look. "You could've waited until Callie was asleep, sweetie."

"Okay, maybe that wasn't the best idea, sorry", the nine-year-old murmured guiltily as she looked at her small sister's frightened face. Sighing, she reached out and ruffled Callie's hair. "Sorry Cal, I didn't mean to scare you."

The three-year-old sheepishly sought reassurance from her parents, her head moving frantically back and forth. "Nobody wants to hurt us?"

"No, bug, nobody will hurt you, your sister or your mother", Happy said firmly as he gently pushed Alanna forward a little so he could slide closer to Callie.  Lovingly, he ran his hand over her reddish curls. "I would never let that happen, okay?"

"Are you staying with us again? Forever?" Callie wanted to know, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yeah, are we really staying this time?" Alanna also wanted to know, less expression on her face but more emotion in her soft tone. "I don't wanna have to leave again, Dad."

"Me neither, Daddy", Callie added so quickly that her words almost tumbled over each other. "I like my room here!"

"See, we've all missed you..and our rooms", June said with a small laugh, reaching for Happy's cheek. "We need youᅳ I hope you finally understand that now."

Happy's throat felt dry, a warm feeling in his chest as he heard how much his girls needed him, the guilt of making June leave still gnawing at him. He should've never left his family, never.

"Of course you'll stay with me, I'm not letting you guys leave again", he promised with a croak, his voice tinged with raw emotion.

He pressed a kiss against June's palm, his own resting on the back of her hand as he pulled Alanna into his arms and placed a kiss on top of her head. After changing his position to a more comfortable one, Callie climbed onto his lap and straight into her father's arms, making Happy's heart leap as he finally had both of his kids back with him, in his arms.

"We love you, dad", Alanna murmured against his shoulder after she had snuggled up properly. "Thanks for making up with Mom", the girl added quietly.

"I was an idiot, I had to come to my senses eventually", he murmured against her hair, a genuine smile forming on his lips. That was all he needed. "Let's keep watching the movie, okay?"

He just wanted to distract his kids, especially because he knew what was going on in Alanna's head, his older daughter had always been an overthinker just like him. Sometimes he wished she hadn't inherited that very trait from him. But he loved her just the way she was.

And Callie, Callie was a mix of June and him, at least until now.

"Yes please! Can we watch another movie then?", the three-year-old asked sheepishly, the innocent joy back in her brown eyes.

"Oh, another one, huh?" June snorted a laugh as she too snuggled up to her little family after reaching for the bowl of popcorn, her head resting on Happy's shoulder, still touched by the moment between a father and his daughters. "I think we can make an exception tonight."

"Really?" Alanna's eyes lit up, the lost family was definitely something she wanted to make up for. "Can we watch Halloween Town afterwards?"

"Uhm, of course! I wouldn't have accepted any other choice", June replied in a 'duh' tone as she popped a handful of popcorn in her mouth, making Happy and Alanna snort a laugh.

Callie just giggled as one popcorn landed on the warm, beige blanket that covered all their legs, which she immediately picked up to shove it in her own mouth, humming happily. "Yes, Halloween Town please!"

"God, she really is like you", Happy barked a laugh as he looked back and forth between June and Callie, no doubt that the two are mother and daughter.

"Hey, you say that like it's a bad thing", the former Teller pouted before a grin broke out on her face. "I mean, who doesn't love Halloween movies and popcorn?"

"As long as you're happy, I can live with Halloween movie nights and popcorn", the SAA rasped with a grin as he placed his arm around his wife and shifted into an even more comfortable position, making sure to keep his kids close.

"We'll watch a real horror movie later, I promise", she chirped promisingly, laughing softly as Happy hummed contentedly.

The kids' eyes were glued to the TV again as Hocus Pocus, their absolute favorite fall movie, continued to play. Despite the scary situation, June wanted to fully enjoy such moments without thinking too much about what could happen.

Maybe it was a little careless in others' eyes, but she trusted Happy that she and the children were safe with him.

ᅳ

HAPPY SEEMED ALMOST paranoid the next morning as he kept looking out the kitchen window, giving him the perfect view of the street, his eagle eyes sharper than ever.

"Babe, there's no one outside. They'd be stupid to just wait until one of us leaves the house", she said softly as she set a still steaming cup of coffee in front of him before she landed on the counter with a soft thud after she jumped up to sit on it, letting her legs dangle. "How did the war between you guys and the Argent Devils even start? You never told me."

"Long story", Happy sighed as he finally took his gaze away from the window, his eyes scanning his wife who was already dressed in her ballet outfit, ready for her first dance lesson of the day. "I thought I told you you weren't goin' to work today."

His brow was raised, his tone stern but tinged with concern as he pushed June's legs apart by placing himself between them, his calloused hands resting on her thighs. "Until the bastards are history, I want you to stay home, June."

"Hap, are you crazy?" June scoffed softly, not having any of that shit. "Look, I understand that your're worried, but we can't lock the kids up at home for weeks, Amber and I can't close the studio for that longᅳ do you know how much of a loss that would be for us? How many parents would cancel their contracts?"

"Fuck that, you're more important to me than money, woman", Happy shot back grimly, his fingers lightly digging in her flesh as he pulled her closer to him. "It won't take weeks, I won't let that happen. I want the fuckers dead soon, all of 'em."

And he would love to take his time with each one, especially the one who had the balls and made the threat to his Old Lady.

"Why don't you just come with me, huh? Amber's still with her mom anyway and I could use some entertainment during the breaks", she suggested, smoothing out some wrinkles on his white shirt with her palms. "Or do you have to be at the clubhouse later?"

"And you think a guy who looks like me should be in a ballet studio with a bunch of kids? I think the parents will cancel the contract faster than you can count to three once they spot me", he said with a gruff laugh that vibrated through his chest, causing June's heart to flutter. "If you really wanna work, I'll talk to Jax and come with you."

"Really? That would be great, for the kids especiallyᅳ they need the distraction right now", she sighed softly, chewing on her lower lip for a moment. "Especially Alanna. She can't see too much of all this, baby. She's suffered enough in the last year."

"I won't let anything get to our kids, little girl", he croaked, rubbing his hands against her thighs, his jaw almost permanently tense like every other muscle in his body since yesterday. "The bastards won't be a threat anymore soon, we'll make sure of that."

"I expected nothing less, baby", she whispered with a small smile, leaning her forehead against his. "And now tell me, we still have a few minutes before the kids get up. How did this stupid war start?"

Happy sighed, but he also knew that June wouldn't give up. They had decided, at the beginning of their relationship and again before they got married, that full disclosure is what they wantedᅳ which was an important point for June and for him too. Keeping secrets and keeping his old lady away from everything never really ended well.

So he finally gave in and told her how the Argent Devils just wanted to prove how big their balls were and that they could easily destroy the Sons and Mayans. A pure power struggle over Charming that would soon end, even with the help of the Mayans if necessary.

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One Number Away (Joel’s POV)

I'm one number away from calling you

I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside

Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess

I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" / 1.3k

✨Part 1✨ ✨Part 2✨

A/N: My sincerest apologies for the wait! Thought I'd switch it up and give you all a lil look at the inside of Joel's brain😊 Also I just got back from staying in a cabin for a week and its been giving me soft cowboy!Joel thoughts so if anyone would care to grace my inbox with any thoughts on that...👀🤠🤎

Warnings: Joel being a saddie. Angst.

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Joel thought being alone would be better. He didn’t need distractions or people depending on him anymore, he’d only let them down anyway. So when you left with Tommy he thought he’d feel lighter, now that there was a weight off his shoulders, but as it turns out, the hunch over his shoulders only pushed him down further. 

Everywhere he went he felt the cold at his back, seeping into his bones, reminders of having lost Sarah and how he pushed you and his own brother away. He tried to move on, to tell himself that all of those things were in the past and he had to focus on the next thing, focus or get himself killed but the sting of his losses were written all over him for everyone to see.

Even Tess knew that he wasn’t for her, that his heart belonged to someone else and always would, so she held him at night “for warmth” and made him breakfast and poured him whiskey under the guise of friendship, hoping that one day he’d maybe see her.

For 20 years Joel sat in his guilt and anger, he let it seep through every fibre of his being, he may not be infected by cordyceps, but he was affected in a different way. Not that he was ever the most happy-go-lucky guy in Austin but he had love for his family and that made him smile and laugh and joke around, now there was nothing to laugh about. 

That is, until he met Ellie.       

It took him so long to warm up to her, every time he looked at her he thought about you and Sarah, he told himself that the baby you were carrying wasn’t just a miscarriage but a foreshadowing of what was to come, how it would be all his fault. Everyday spent with Ellie triggered a fountain of emotions for him, he told himself that he shouldn’t be trusted to look after her, then the next day he’d tell himself that this was his chance to make things right, to protect her like he couldn’t protect Sarah. His inside of his head resembled that of a wasps nest, thoughts always buzzing and swarming in his mind with no chance of respite, but when Ellie cracked that one joke it did, in fact, have him laughing, his mind began to quiet, and he had to admit that it was nice to not always be filled with tension.

As they crossed the country together he found his thoughts sometimes drifting to you, wondering for the most part if you were still alive. If you were, were you happy? Happy to be free of him? Happy to maybe start a new life with someone else? Or were you constantly walking through this life being traumatised? Something he knew you didn’t deserve and especially not from him. He thinks about how you were always there for him and how in the end he took your kindness and stomped all over it in those big boots of his.

When he saw you in Jackson he couldn’t do anything. He was overjoyed to see Tommy but as soon as he saw those eyes of yours, the ones that overflowed with tears the last time he saw you, he was physically rooted in place whilst mentally his mind was running a hundred miles an hour.

He watched as you walked off before turning to Tommy with a sombre look on his face. “I don’t know why I didn’t expect to see her here”, his brother didn’t know how to respond to him, as much as he was happy to see Joel, he stood firm on the fact that he had some grovelling to do. “Thank you for keepin’ her safe” The look in Joel’s eyes was genuine before he headed off in the direction of Ellie to help her with her things.

The sight of both you and Tommy after 18 years is what really took the weight off his shoulders, despite the incessant buzzing starting to creep back in. The collection of doubts begun to swirl around his brain, she doesn’t want to see you, she wouldn’t accept your apology if you gave her one, and would you blame her? He wanted so desperately to talk to you, to pull you close to his chest again, to kiss the top of your head but you were both different people now and he couldn’t ask any of those things of you.

So after his tiff with Tommy he couldn’t resist treading the snow to your house after you’d let out a snide remark. The pit in his stomach told him it was a bad idea, he was already riled up and he didn’t want to let you see that he was still an asshole, sometimes and besides, you don’t need him, you have a new life here, a better life without him, so it was better if he kept his distance. 

However, before he even knew what was happening the words were tumbling out of his mouth and into the cold air, condensing it with a fog, “You…got a boyfriend?” He clocked you rolling your eyes at him. Stupid. He shouldn’t have ever come over. And then you were chastising him, something you hadn’t done since before this whole thing started because somewhere along the way you became small and he hated himself for it every single day. 

He couldn’t help but take in your features, your soft lips, remembering the way you’d sometimes press them into his shoulder or your eyes, the way they lit up when you held the pregnancy test up to him from the bathroom floor. 

He wanted to know what was on your mind even though he doubted you would tell him and he was right, you weren’t answering him and that was all the confirmation he needed that you weren’t interested in engaging with a man who was now pretty much a stranger to you all over again. He had to walk away, for today at least, he was tired, the day had been long and he was emotionally all over the place.

But when you spoke up and confessed everything to him, he had stopped in his tracks and the tears were one blink away from creating a stream over the planes of his face. He couldn’t let you see the inner turmoil he was going through, he wanted to run to you to, to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go again but he also didn’t trust that he was fixed, that he was cured of his anger and his traumas.

In a panic, he simply pushed out a “see ya around.”

The following few days were hard for Joel. The buzzing had returned full-time and he was feeling antsy, sometimes snapping at Ellie and feeling immediate guilt. He was working on it. However, when Saturday came around he couldn’t help it, he’d held it together for so long, when you left he’d only slipped up once, the scar on his temple a constant reminder of that.

He’d been watching you watch him and Ellie put the decorations on their Christmas tree, his heart feeling tight, because you should be here with him and Sarah and your little one, who wouldn’t be so little anymore. He’d found himself in the pub at 7:30pm that Saturday evening, downing his drinks and letting his eyes drift towards you, he knew he wasn’t helping himself but he was at a loose end, with no idea what to do with himself anymore.

The next morning he felt rough, he’d cried and cried and cried into his pillow for the majority of the night after Tommy had left him, his fist sometimes slamming down on the pillow lying next to him, before chastising himself mentally, he wouldn’t do this if you were lying next to him, he wouldn’t even be pissed out of his mind if that was the case. He brewed his morning coffee and dragged himself onto the porch, not surprised to see you sat on yours at all. He slumped down into a chair and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, he had to figure this out, decide what he was going to do. 

[stargirlfics]

I wanna spend autumn with Alfred. He sees how happy and excited you get from doing fall activities so he takes you out nearly everyday doing something fun. And later you guys make apple cider donuts or sticky buns. He’d also make sure you stayed bundled up in one of his sweaters while you guys are out 🥹

Gosh same!! 🤎🍂 Alfred gives me major autumn vibes and I love it so much, he just exudes all the coziness Fall brings!

I have to agree 100% yess he would adore taking you out apple picking or walking with you through a pumpkin patch, he’s always on the lookout for Fall activities to spoil you with because he knows how happy the season makes you!

Apple cider donuts sound amazing oh my god! I can definitely see him pulling out seasonal recipes especially for sweet treats and indulging you in making them, pumpkin spice cookies and cinnamon banana bread, maybe he takes some of the apples you got from apple picking and makes a pie with you! I could cry, this is my dream!

Oh and making sure you stay bundled in a sweater of his I am so 🥺 yes! Alfred definitely has a nice collection of sweaters for fall and winter I am convinced of that and I just know he carries an extra with him in case you get cold while you’re out and about or if Wayne Tower gets chilly, it smells like him and it’s a safe bet to say your fall outfits are always styled with one of his sweaters!

Thinking about this made me so soft, I wanna decorate for the fall season and look at Halloween decorations and just be festive with him, he would make it memorable and fun!

[likephantomzforever]

📷 pictures of my family + friends :)

🍫 all the way

✨ um i guess lya? pronounced “lee-uh”

🎵 okay i believe you, but my tommy gun don’t by brand new

✏️ yes! were they any good? hell no.

😏 yes but i am not looking to talk to anyone on discord because it actually traumatized me

💛 i do! just ear piercings, too chicken to get more

🐰 how they talk about others. the way someone talks about other people to you is most likely how they talk about you to others.

🍪 fortune cookie! it just makes sense.

🐶 dog cuz i have dogs! i love cats but my allergy to them is terrible

🎧 i like earbuds. sharing them has to be the most romantic thing ever.

🌼 i think i was asking about where the dog my dad was pointing out is?

🙃 um tw??? but if you skin yourself alive you’d actually probably die of hypothermia

🦉 night owl all the wayyy

🧸 on the backs of my brothers/auntie. i cant do it anymore now that im older but i miss that.

🏳️‍🌈 well… its always on the fence. i rather stay unlabelled but you can consider me as a straight woman.

🦋 loud, hyper, strong

👖 prob jeans even though sweatpants are more comfy.

🥤 vanilla bean frappe with a birthday cake pop! its been the same ever since i was a little kid.

🧡 i like all the colors actually…

💎 literally all my mcr/fob merch OR my knee high converse (i went to like 3 stores for it)

☕️ tea! i only like taking a sip of coffee

🦖 um… the dodo ig?

🌙 i think i joined this month haha

🌴 ehhh some sort of flare thingy to get me off of it

🐸 black and red emo

🔮 graphic designer to keep it safe but honestly? an actress on broadway. and i want to run a dance company as a side hustle!

💙 single (thank God)

🌿 a cute top or band shirt, comfy shorts, my knee high converse, & studded belt + cuffs

🎤 theres plenty but theres this one really heavy song called good girls bad guys by falling in reverse. yeah.

🤎 brown with blonde streaks in it!

💌 all the damn time

💄 usually for performances, pictures, or special events. i try to go bare face so i learn to love myself.

🌸 i dont know… i like when guys call me cute/pretty but they’re all shy about it. its so adorable :3

💞 anyone who sees this!

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[rosecoloredknight]

Thanks for the reply. Honestly, I hate that style of doing things or thinking like it’s not what I want AT ALL. I barely even want to date these days simply because of this but I’ve been feeling super crappy recently and I think I’ve just been letting my emotions and in this case, lust (lmao) get to me and making me think stupid things 🥴 the worst thing is that I realised this guy is older than me and imo now probably should at least try and want something a bit more serious but hey, I ended up talking w my friend and luckily she’s a lot saner than I am feelig right now!! now!!!

Of course 😊😊

I hope you know that I never meant any disrespect or shame — i don't judge. You do you, ya know? What I was simply trying to state is, be careful. That's all. Stay safe, put yourself first, do your best in not letting yourself be something easy to use or play with.

In fact, I get it. I sometimes am in the mood to just cuddle and make out with someone. Like, not even sex and that's mostly because I'm a virgin so I can wait, but cuddling, playing with someone's hair and making out; having someone on top of me kissing as I run my hands through their body sounds so much safer, easier and ideal for me. I'm honest enough to say I'm a horny guy sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The main point of what I was trying to respond to you — take care of yourself in whatever you decide to do.

I'm sorry you've been feeling crappy lately, but I'm pretty sure you're a great gal/person and this is just a little funk you're going through atm. It won't always be like this 😊😊

I'm glad you have a "sane" friend who can reel you in from time to time 😂😊😊

Keep looking up, anon 😊😊🤎

(I don't necessarily send brown hearts because it's mostly for people I am fond of but I'll send you one because I'm rooting for you and why the heck not haha)

[lyraoftheevergreens]

Holding On

Chapter V

Professor Snape x Daughter Reader

Professor Lupin x Female Reader

Summary: Y/n Snape is in her 6th year when her Dad Severus Snapes’ childhood bully breaks out of Azkaban and the other starts to work at Hogwarts. Will her feelings for Professor Lupin change over time? Or will she stay mad at him in defense of her dad? Nothing NSFW until reader is of age.

Warnings: she/her pronouns. Mentions of eating.

Word count: 2,042

Tag list: Open 🤎

authors note: I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter. Sorry for the wait.

Night of the full moon

The fat lady was gone from her portrait that evening. Once she was found and explained that Sirius black was back in the castle it caused a full lockdown. Y/n went to question her father.

“He’s after Harry isn’t he.” She said bursting into his office.

“Yes. And you must sleep in the great hall along with the rest of the students for your own safety.”

“No, I am not sleeping in the great hall.”

“Y/n there is a murderer and a Lycan in the castle do not argue with me now.”

“He took his potion, he’s not a threat.”

“Y/n Snape don’t.”

“Father. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be patrolling the castle all night and I would prefer if you didn’t argue tonight.”

“Why don’t I walk with you.”

“I don’t want to have to worry about keeping you safe. I would like to know that you are safe with Dumbledore and McGonagall.”

“I can protect myself and you know I can.”

“Fine, I’m only agreeing so your harassment will come to an end.”

“I am not harassing you. I'm simply stating that I refuse to sleep on the floor in a room filled with people.”

Later that night with the rest of the students safely in the great hall y/n and her father patrolled the castle till morning.

“Do you think he might be here to kill Harry?”

“It’s possible.”

“Tell me the truth, please. If Sirius black was truly on Voldemort's side, wouldn’t you be the first person to know?”

“Don’t say that name. After you were born and working at Hogwarts, I wasn’t around much at the meetings. It’s possible he could have been communicating with the dark lord directly.”

“I understand. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine darling. The only person’s safety I care about now is yours.”

“I just wonder how he could give up their hiding place just like that.”

“I as well my love.”

Y/n could see the pain in her father's face to think of her like that. She never understood how he was able to love her so unconditionally even though she married and had a child with someone else. She remembered the night Lilly died and Voldemort fell. When she woke the next morning she was in her father's bed and not hers that she had fallen asleep in that night. His face was paler than usual, his lips red and swollen. His breathing was heavy with his lips slightly parted and his arms wrapped tightly around y/n. At the time she didn’t understand but as she gets older things from her past started to make sense.

They continued their patrol and talked until sunrise. Her father walked her to their room and put on a locking charm before leaving to report to Dumbledore and get her excused from her classes for the day. A perk of your father being a professor at the school. But one thing he would never know is that y/n was able to bypass his locking charm that was unable to open with alohomorah and snuck down to Professor Lupins' living quarters with a Honey dukes chocolate bar in hand. With a simple wave of her wand and a mutter of alohomorah, his door was unlocked. Uncertain y/n opened the door afraid of what she would find on the other side. Luckily she was greeted by a sleeping naked Lupin on the floor with a blanket just over his waist. Not wanting to intrude any longer she placed the chocolate bar behind the door and shut it closed and put the locking charm back on the door and snuck back into her room after redoing the locking charm her father had placed on her room. As soon as y/n’s head hit the pillow she was out like a light.

1 week later

Y/n woke up and had her coffee and read a book that morning. After finishing her coffee she got dressed for class and said bye to her father and made her way to DADA. When she arrived she sat with her friend Lucy at their table and took notes while Professor Lupin went over banshees. After class Professor, Lupin asked to talk to her, and she made her way to his desk as students left.

“Yes Professor.”

“Hello Y/n, I wanted to thank you for the healing potion. It helped speed along my recovery. I appreciated the chocolate you left at my door the next morning as well. Although I’m curious as to how it ended up in my room.”

“Alohomorah.” She said sheepishly.

“I placed the locking charm for the safety of you and others. You could have put yourself and others in danger.”

“The sun was up when I had done that.”

“What were you doing up so early.”

“I patrolled the castle with my father.”

“I see. Yes, I heard what had happened that night. I apologize, that must have been very frightening for you.”

“I was fine actually. But I do have a few thoughts as to why he would break in during the full moon.”

“Such as.”

“One, he wanted to see you. Two he was scared of the full moon and three just like everyone believes, came here for Harry. What do you believe.”

“I’m not sure what to believe. Although he was my friend at one point, I’ve now come to realize I didn’t know him very well.”

“I’m sorry professor.”

“It’s fine darling.”

“Well, I’m glad the potion and chocolate helped. It seems my father didn’t hold back on assigning papers.” She said pointing to the stack of parchments on the desk. And then noticed the top parchment, defense against werewolves: Hermione Granger.

“I had no idea he would do that. I’m so sorry Professor Lupin.”

“Yes, it seems that’s what he’s decided to include in the lessons while I was gone. Nothing to worry about, I’m not going to grade them.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Throw them away and move on.”

“That’s very big of you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Most people would try and get even.”

“I don’t know how much you know but-“

“I know everything, I know about how your friends bullied him. I know what happened at the tree by the lake that one day.”

“Then you understand this is your father getting even with me and I shall accept it.”

“I understand.”

“It plagues my mind that I never stood up for him, I was too much of a coward to do what was right.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was scared that I would lose the only friends I had. The new of my condition and yet they still excepted me and wanted to be my friend.”

“It must have been hard for you during the first war.”

“You should go on now before you miss your next class. I could write you a note explaining your tardiness because of me.”

“I have a break right now.”

“oh.” Lupin wasn't typically one to be rendered speechless.

“Unless you would like me to leave, I could.”

“Would you like a cup of tea.”

“Yes please.”

They walked up the stairs of the DADA room and there was a table with two chairs. Y/n sat at the table in one of the chairs and Lupin continued speaking.

“I wasn’t aware we had a break at the same time. Where do you usually spend yours?”

“Neither was I. I’m either in my father's classroom or the library. What do you do with your break?”

“I walk around the castle sometimes, get some grading done in between classes, prepare for the next class. Or sit and have a cup of tea. Is your father going to wonder where you are and be upset?”

“No, he’ll assume I’m in the library. And my father upset with me? He’s never upset with me.” She said amused. “One time as a child I ripped out all daisies from the garden and covered the house in them and he flicked his wand around and made a daisy flower crown for me and made the daisy’s into a daisy rug and the dirt and grass just vanished. He just made the daisy’s around the house look a lot nicer than what I did with dead flowers dirt and grass.” Remus stayed quiet so Y/n continued.

“My father doesn’t treat me the same as the rest of the students and so I think it amazes people that I enjoy being with him.”

“I’m not going to lie, it did surprise me when I heard your father had a child. I had heard shortly after graduation that Severus had a daughter.” And then he paused for a noticeable amount of time.

“What was your first reaction? The poor thing stuck with him as a father? It’s okay, to be honest. I won’t be upset.” He stayed quiet.

“It’s your silence that gives you away.” And she was right.

“I suppose you are right. I apologize.”

“No need. As I said, I’m not bothered.”

“To answer, yes I did in a way feel sorry for the girl, that I now know is you. I was wrong.”

“Everyone has their assumptions. Do you have any siblings?” Y/n asked

“No, an only child. Is it fair to assume the same of you?”

“Very much so. I don’t think I would enjoy a sibling much.”

“Why is that?”

“My own selfish reasons is all. How about you?”

“I’ve always wanted a sibling.” Replied Remus.

“Younger or older?”

“Either would have been nice.”

They sat there talking the rest of the break until it was time for Y/n to go to her next class.

“so what other books do you like to read,” he asked as he walked her to the door.

“muggle books mainly. Have you read Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier?”

“I can't say I have.”

“It’s often compared to Jane Eyre.”

“Ah, I see. I’ve read that one before.”

“It seems I’m cutting it close to my next class. I've got to go, goodbye professor. See you next week, or hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

“Have a good day Y/n. Yes, hopefully, our paths will cross.” She walked away and could feel his eyes still on her. She turned around and waved goodbye to him and he waved back. The entirety of charms she couldn’t stop thinking about. Well, more the entire day she couldn’t stop thinking of him. She decided to skip potions that day unable to focus. But ultimately ended up going after to help her father with his remaining classes.

“Y/n darling where were you earlier.”

“I decided to go to the library this time.”

“oh, I see.”

“Don't worry, it’s not going to be an everyday thing.”

“I wouldn't mind if it was.”

“yes you would, you would absolutely miss me.”

“on the contrary.”

“Oh don’t act like that. You love me way too much to not miss me.”

“I truly won't miss the large amounts of clothes left on the floor in the mornings.”

“hmm.”

“look who has decided to stop her insistent remarks.”

“ya ya. What do you need me to do.”

“Put the cauldrons on the tables.”

“Yes Sir.” She said making her voice deeper and making her way to the cauldrons. She continued assisting her father for the remainder of his classes. At dinner time they walked to the great hall together. Y/n sat with Lucy and her father continued up to the staff table where he sat next to Professor McGonagall. The Minute she sat she continued to catch herself glancing at the defense against the dark arts professor more than once. Occasionally she would catch him looking her way and a blush would creep its way to her cheeks. She barely touched her food unable to focus on anything other than her thoughts. Even after dinner, her conscious kept her distracted with thoughts of Lupin and how her thoughts of him were such a betrayal to her father who raised her on his own and kept her safe, and here she was catching feelings for the lycan. She took a sleeping drought to help her sleep that night. If it wasn’t for the potion she might not have slept.

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I love your writing a lot!! I read it all the time it’s so good <3

Can I request the number 11 prompt as hcs with all of them?? (Iketeru, Usahara, Uramichi, Kumatani, even hanbei in there) And if that doesn’t work my top pick is Iketeru thank you SO much

I’m afraid of the Dark

|| Life Lesson Character's Headcanon ||

|| Warnings: teasing, (if you squint) maybe minor sexual implication ||

|| Various • GN!Reader ||

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Uramichi 💙

Uramichi got Halloween weekend off, as in a proper week off. No spending time with the crew, but his dearest! With no company event or party to attend, he was ready to spend the weekend at home with you. Except you had another idea.

Haunted house!

One opened up in his neighborhood and you really wanted to attend. Uramichi refused to go and reminded you of how you were sort of afraid of the dark. You argued you had Uramichi to save you if needed. No ghost can get to you with his wall of a body in the way.

Whenever an employee dressed up as a ghost got too close to either of your liking, Uramichi gave them his infamous glare.

You also used this as a rather valid excuse to push yourself against him and feel his arms. “I’m afraid of the dark.” You pretended. But truth be told, this place was a little creepy.

It was difficult to walk as all you wanted to do now was relax and sleep in his warm and safe body. Maybe he was right, you guys should’ve stayed in.

Somewhere along the way, I swear, this man began empathizing with the employees.

“Huh, I could’ve sworn Uramichi was right behind me when I came in here.” You whispered to yourself. Confused as to when you lost him.

So, you began retracing your steps. Stepping aside for the other attendees inside the haunted attraction.

Your ears perk up, “Yea, I understand how that feels. Especially when the kids come up…” you hear his voice!

Quickening up your pace you found him in no time in the Yokai attraction. He was conversing with a monkey Yokai. From what you could hear, they were both complaining about their jobs, not getting paid enough, and whatnot.

You chuckled to yourself. He didn’t want to come here, calling it childish but here he is. Probably befriending the workers here when he didn’t even want to befriend his own.

You felt a hand creep up your back, and you jumped off to the side. “BWAHAHAHA!” One of the workers shouted in your ear.

Screw Uramichi, you ran back down the way to the end of the haunted house. He can relax with his fellow dead people. One is mentally dead, the other is a dead ghost, a match made in Heaven!

Uramichi came home to find you laying on his bed. You pulled him into the bed and mumbled something about wanting to cuddle. He snickered as to how the tables have turned. He had a decent time at the attraction while you were the one begging to cuddle.

"Afraid of the dark or not, I promise to always keep you safe." Uramichi promised. He kissed the top of your head and enjoyed the rest of the quiet evening with you.

Usahara 💖

He was confused as to why you were cowering under the covers. It broke his heart to see his little babe all panicky. Slowly he approached his bed, as to not scare you even further.

“Y/N, babe, it’s me. Usahara.” He said in a hushed tone. You peek up from underneath the covers, your eyes glassy and displaying sorrow. He heard your quivering voice call out to him in question.

Instead of asking what was wrong, he got underneath the cover and wrapped his arms around your shaking figure. The affectionate gesture seemed to have soothed you, but you were still afraid. He could feel how clammy your palms were, see your sweat-drenched forehead, and how your body was still cold despite it being under the covers for some time now.

You closed your eyes in hopes of some relief, but fear quickly took over when you realized you cannot see any dwelling threat. So, you opened up your eyes and looked up at Usahara. He gave a kiss to your forehead and gave you a light squeeze. This calmed you down even further.

“I- I’m afraid of the dark.” You whispered up to him. “It’s okay.” He smiled down at you, “I’ve got you.” He gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

Usahara sang for you, in hopes of helping you calm your nerves. So you can finally go to sleep. Fortunately neither of you had to be up in the morning, meaning you can sleep in to your hearts content. He reminded you he’ll be here when you open your eyes in the morning.

Iketeru 💚

“Y/N, stop it.” You heard him whine. You could hear the slight fear in his voice. “Stooop! No matter what you do, I’m not afraid of the dark.”

“But I’m not doing anything? I'm not even near you!” You were still sitting in the chair.

Iketeru started shrieking once he knew you weren’t the one crawling your fingers up his thigh, he ran around the room.

Both of you were currently locked inside Iketeru’s green room and neither of your phones had service. You already tried banging on the door in hopes someone would open it, but they were currently on air for a segment Iketeru was not a part of. So, no one was at his end of the hallway right now.

You asked him if he was sure he wasn’t imagining it, to which he was for sure. The lights were off because Lady Luck was not on your side. The lightbulb had fused, how charming!

“Ike, stop running around. It won’t help our predicament.” You playfully rolled your eyes at your friend's reaction. An idea popped into your head. You guys may not have the lightbulb, but you had a flashlight in your phone! You turned it on and pointed in random directions.

You spotted a large plant, “See! It was just some plants tickling you, that’s all." you chuckled at him.

“Not funny, Y/N.” Iketeru fixed his composure and straightened out his work uniform. “Uhuh, and someone here said he wasn’t afraid of the dark.” You teased him. “I am not!” He defended himself.

While you were thinking of a way out, Iketeru checked out of the conversation. Looks like you both had to wait for the current segment to end so Utano could open the door since her room was right next to his.

“UFO.” You said in your best Kumatani voice.

Automatically, a ghost onigiri dressed up as a bear floated above Iketerus' head. He definitely checked out of the conversation.

It doesn’t matter anyway. You have the perfect blackmail material saved in your phone the video even has a heart. Just so you could visit it whenever you felt down. Something about Iketeru screaming as if he’s singing, was oddly entertaining yet music to the ears.

Kumatani 🤎

“I’m afraid of the dark.” You muttered to no one. The apartment was well lit. The sun is shining through, bright and scorching out. The sun shows no mercy as its heat waves sweep across Tokyo in this calm afternoon.

Yet here you were, hunched over the living room coffee table. You were feeling all these intense red and black emotions. Your mind is clouded by fear and anxiety, unsure of what to do to calm yourself down. The darkness and being unable to see anything clearly scared you.

Your arms wrapped themselves around you, to bring some sense of relief, which never came. Your cheeks felt wet, you weren’t sure when the crystal clear liquid began to fall.

The front doors to the empty apartment opened, and the person came in. Kumatani thought you were out as he didn’t hear the usual, “Welcome home, honey!” When he saw you all bundled up by the table, his heart broke into pieces. He could still make out the dark circles under your eyes.

You were strong but knew when to hit the brakes and take a step back if needed for your mental health. So whatever is currently going on in your life or mind, must have all compiled up into one big mental breakdown.

He ran to wrap his own arms around your arms and gave you a light squeeze. A reminder that you were not alone, he was right by your side. Right at this moment, everything was too much.

You mumbled to Kumatani about being afraid of the dark. For a split second, he was confused since the room was lit up like a Christmas tree, but he quickly came to understand what you meant.

Whatever you were going through, he was here to help you along the way. He got up and went to turn off the lights. Maybe what you needed was the darkness, not the light. To give your eyes and mind a rest from overthinking, worrying, and hurting yourself. He hugged you and lightly scratched your scalp, in hopes you would get some shut-eye.

Kikaku 🖤

Afraid of the dark? No worries honey, the darks afraid of Kikaku.

You could’ve sworn your place was haunted, but when Kikaku came to visit, the place oddly felt calming. You didn’t even consider it’s because you might have had feelings for him or just genuinely feel calm around a friend like him. It's a bit chaotic.

Either way, whenever you slept over or he had a sleepover at your place, you were no longer afraid of the dark.

One time when you guys went to a haunted house festival, Kikaku yelled back at all the employees who were meant to scare attendees. Kikaku was almost hired to work for them.

One night during a sleepover at Kikaku’s place, you felt him slide into your futon. “What’s wrong?” You asked him. Neither of you ever slept in the same futon, always your own.

“Please don’t leave me. It’s all darkness when you’re not with me.” He huddled up to your back. Not sure if this was a confession, you knew what you wanted to say to him.

You turned around and hugged his head. “You know I won’t leave you.” His crazy hair tickled your chin. “I love you too much to do that.”

BONUS:

Uebu 💜

I headcanon this man as being in the dark often. Probably playing games or watching anime outside of work. Whether you’re a good friend of his or his partner, you’d have to get used it.

Why?

“Tsk. Close the door,” his skillful fingers pressing the buttons strategically on the controller, “and turn off the godawful lights.” Uebu hissed under his breath.

It was the weekend, so you decided to pay him a visit. It’s been a while since you last spoke to him. It’s almost Christmas and the company wanted a bunch of new merchandise to be made. Something about kids wanting it for Christmas gifts and sales rising.

This was a common routine. You come in. Turn on the lights. Make sure the door is closed. Lights are off again, per his request. Daytime or nighttime, or doesn’t matter. The lights have to be closed.

You two met a few years back during senior year in college. For the final project, you both had decided to work at his place since he had the equipment for it. At first, it creeped you out and you told him you were afraid of the dark. But he didn’t care. Said you could leave while he did everything on his own and would just say you both did it. This wasn’t fair and you decided to stay. Luckily there was still my sunlight outside and he had let you open the curtains.

You both loved anime and video games, so you naturally decided to befriend him. Thus, you became accustomed to being in the dark because of him.

You hit Uebu’s head with a soft, plastic bag, “Stop playing Dead by Daylight,” you sat down on his bed, “I brought pizza and cotton candy.”

“That’s an odd combination of junk food.” His monotone voice commented.

You threw the cotton candy at home and told him to shut up.

Author’s Note:

Henlo there! Thank you for being patient and very understanding, but here is the request! I can't believe I got a request from a blog I've been following for awhile now. You are amazing and I love your contents, the best place to go! Love you baby 💜

Thank you for enjoying my works and I'm glad you like them 🥺 I wanted to write them in paragraph form, but I found it easier to bullet with my schedule, so I hope you still find it entertaining!

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pairing: skz members (ot8) x fem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!skz. scenario. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. kinda fluffy. slightly funny. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very suggestive/explicit sexual scenes. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 5.4k

summary: in which you wear lingerie around skz.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). possessiveness from some of the members. pet names (both sweet and hot ones). dirty talk. lingerie kink. dom (hard and soft)/sub undertones. spanking. slight dacryphilia kink. corruption kink. making out. humiliation. degradation. strength kink. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. overstimulation. exhibitionism. sub-space. oral sex (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). hair pulling. scratching.

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 chan

You knew that it had been an extremely long week for Chan. What with all of the promotions that the boys were doing, and him always being holed up in the studio with every free second he had in the day.

All of this cumulated to the two of you rarely having seen each other within the past few weeks.

You'd just pass each other in the kitchen on your separate ways to work in the early morning - long before the sun had risen high in the sky - and quickly peck each other on the lips. 

But, you wanted to change things. It had been far too long since the last time the two of you fucked. And you wanted to change that. Hence, why you had decided to buy the cute, dainty black set of lingerie at the department store when you had been shopping that past weekend.

The piece wasn't too frilly and suited your style perfectly while also adhering to your boyfriend's favourite colour- which was always pitch black.

The set slipped onto your frame easily, and in no time at all, you had positioned yourself atop the living room couch, completely bare save for the thin pieces of black fabric covering your most-sensitive parts.

With a glance at the nearby kitchen clock, you read that it was nearing midnight.

He'd be coming home any minute now- your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the electronic keypad beeping just outside your shared apartment's front door.

Your boyfriend crossed the threshold of the apartment silently, head down as he typed away furiously at something on his phone. Probably song lyrics that had graced his mind as he was making his trek home.

Staying quiet and ever still, you watched in anticipation, heart leaping into your throat as he slipped his shoes off and threw his backpack down on the nearby kitchen counter.

And that's when his head turned upwards and his gaze immediately slid to your form. His eyes locked onto your black-lace-clad skin, pupils darkening instantly.

"Welcome home, baby..." You began, voice coming out soft and meek.

In an instant, he was upon you, a wide, sardonic kind of smirk spreading across his lips. "And what do we have here, hmm?" He asked, hands splaying across your knees and pulling your legs apart so that he could nestle between you on the couch.

A nervous, high-pitched giggle escaped out of you at the lust that danced in his eyes just then. "Oh, you know... just a little surprise I thought you'd enjoy."

His hands stopped their hike up your legs at your words, as he rose a dark eyebrow your way. "Surprise? And what have a done to earn such a thing, baby girl?" He leaned into you, pressing a heated kiss against your forehead.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, as his mouth traveled down until your lips collided in a passionate kiss. "You've just been working so damn hard these past few weeks. Thought you deserved something special." You smiled up at him when the two of you pulled apart. "D-Do you like it?"

"Like it?" Chan scoffed, nails digging into the flesh of your warm, uncovered hips. "Baby girl- I'm doing everything in my power to resist the urge to not rip this off of you right this instant and fuck you."

You stared at him with big eyes, the hot arousal pooling in the depths of your centre. "Please- Chan-" And you didn't need to say anything else at that moment. Your desperation for him was apparent just by the way your hands clutched onto his dark hair, the way your cheeks heated with a flush.

And he felt the same way, as his mouth slowly pulled away from yours, beginning to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against your chin, before moving down the column of your neck.

 Yes, the black lingerie was a hell of a good idea. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 lee know

"You know why you're getting punished, kitten?" Minho ground out, just as he landed another cruel blow to your sore asscheek.

You all but whimpered into the pillow that your face was stuffed against. It was fucking humiliating - the tears that spilled down your cheeks, unbidden, the pants that fled from your lips, and especially- the liquid arousal that seeped out of you, wetting your legs in agonizing rivulets.

But your boyfriend wasn't one to give up easily. No, he loved the chase. He craved the fight. Especially the one you'd put up every time he edged you so close to the edge - make you feel so loved yet so alone at the same time.

He could be a cruel tease at times, and when that side came out of it, your body took the worst of the temperament change. All red and sore and raw the day after, from his crazed passions for you and you alone.  

But, at that moment, it had been a grave mistake, not to answer him.

All at once, you felt his nimble fingers wind into your locks, yanking on your hair until your scalp burned in fiery protest. He was pulling your head back and away from the downy pillow. "What was that? Couldn't hear you... speak up for me, kitten." He said in a growl, slapping your skin for what felt like the hundredth time the night.

"I-I wore the lingerie without your permission." You whined in a desperate kind of tone. Your eyes were squeezed shut, holding back the cries that threatened to spill from your lips at the rough feeling of the calluses on his palms hitting your exposed flesh. Again, and again, and again. 

"And why'd you do that, when you know the rules?"

"J-Just wanted to try it on... for fun!" You said, a strangled moan flooding out from deep inside of you at the feeling of his warm hand rubbing at your abused asscheeks. 

 One moment he was tender and caring, and the next, he was ruthless. It gave you total and complete whiplash - but in the best of ways. 

"Hmm... and do you think a greedy slut like you deserves my cock?" He mused. But you knew he wasn't asking the question and expecting a response. Not a truthful one, anyway. It was clear from his voice, which was dripping with darkness and lust.

"N-No!" You lied. Because you did want it. You wanted it so bad. You had been wanting it since that morning- when you had discovered the red set of lingerie that you had seemingly forgotten about, buried deep inside your closet.

In a desperate moment, you pulled it out and tried it on, snapping a picture of you in the ensemble and sending it to your boyfriend Minho.

But that had been a terrible lapse of your judgment - sending the alluring photo, as it had only made him angry... to see what he couldn't have at that moment - since his day was jam-packed with schedules.

"Good kitten," he began, ripping you out of the blissful daze that you had fallen into from the slight reprieve he had gifted you by not spanking your ass, as his hand suddenly landed another cruel blow to your red cheeks.

 You withered under his touch, reacting just the way he liked - moaning just the way he liked, shivering in both pain and delight, just the way he liked. 

"Now, you're gonna count for me until you cum just by my slaps alone. You got that, kitten?"

You swallowed down a wail at his command. Because fuck, you didn't know how you were going to survive the night. You never should've sent that picture in the first place.

Nevertheless, your lips were moving and forming the words before you even understood what you were saying. "Y-Yes, sir."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 changbin

Your boyfriend Changbin all but turned into a muscly, red tomato whenever you wore lingerie around him. It was a common occurrence for you, to dress up for him and parade around the house until he couldn't take it anymore, finally giving into his urges and taking you wherever you were currently standing.

On this occasion, the two of you had been chilling at home on your shared day off.

At least, you had been chilling.

In your favourite dark-blue lingerie set.

While Changbin, on the other hand, had been a bumbling, tripping fool, practically following you around like a little lap dog everywhere you went.

You were wearing the set because 1.) it made you feel sexy and confident, and 2.) you fucking loved the way it made your boyfriend go crazy. 

It was rare that you got a rise out of him when it came to the bedroom, so it felt good that your lingerie pieces were the sole thing that did it in for him. It was like his kryptonite. You liked feeling the little power that you held over him, even if it was just for a few hours.

The two of you were busy cooking lunch when the final straw broke the proverbial camel's back.

It started with you innocently bending down and into the fridge to retrieve a few eggs for the cookies that you were trying to make. And maybe you stuck your ass out a little more than what was called for. And maybe you arched your back just a tiny bit. But it was all in good fun, right?

Wrong.

"Fuck!" Your boyfriend suddenly yelled, his raised voice echoing across your apartment. Then, you heard something hard - like a knife - hit the cutting board that was positioned atop the kitchen counter nearby.

Confused as to what the big commotion was, you grabbed the eggs from their carton and shut the fridge door. "Changbin babe, what-" You began, but didn't even have time to finish your sentence, as your boyfriend rounded the corner of the kitchen.

In a single breath, he was upon you. Thick, muscular shoulders heaving up and down with his labored breathing. Jaw clenched tight. The heated anguish ran clear through his brown eyes.

"You know what the fuck is wrong, sweetheart," he pointed an accusatory finger at you, eyes raking down your scantily clad form. "All of this? Really?" He was glaring at you then, but it wasn't threatening in the least bit.

Instead, it just pushed you closer to the edge. 

Heightened the arousal that had already been steadily pooling between your legs throughout the day - as you felt your boyfriend's focus linger on you one too many times.

"I don't know what you could possibly mean..." Your voice trailed off, as you chose to play dumb from it all. Leaning your hips against the kitchen counter at your back, you looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to put that innocent pout on your face that always drove him up the fucking walls. "I thought you liked this piece on me."

He said nothing more after that, instead choosing to express himself by smashing his lips against yours in a fervent kiss. It was so desperate that teeth clashed against teeth. And before you knew it, his thick hands were wrapping around your bare waist, hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop, arms flexing from the weight of you.

"Yeah, I love it so much," he deadpanned when the two of you pulled apart to catch your breaths. His fingers were already tracing up your inner thighs, nearing your dripping core. "And now I'm gonna fuck you in it, too. To show you how much I fucking adore it- and you." He grunted, tilting back into you and capturing your mouth up into another desirous kiss.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 hyunjin

Originally, your boyfriend Hyunjin had made out the idea to be pretty straightforward.

He had proposed a painting session with you on one of the nights that he was free from his work duties, where he'd use your body as his model. The inspiration for him to do so had struck him earlier that week after he had watched a romantic movie and wanted to re-create one of the scenes that he loved so much.

However, he failed to mention the attire that he wanted you to wear.

Which was a light green lingerie set. The panties were so small, they didn't even cover one-third of your ass.

But, regardless, you had wanted to make him happy. Hyunjin had been gushing about the 'session' since he first thought up the idea, and you were never one to stand in the middle of him and his craft.

So you played it cool - real cool - and strutted into your shared apartment's spare bedroom - which he used as his art studio - on the night that the two of you had planned for. The lights inside were dimmed, with the tiny, twinkling faerie ones hung up and around the scene that your boyfriend had set out for the occasion; it was all light green and pink tulle, soft yellow roses, and pale purple throw pillows.

Hyunjin pulled his focus away from the easel that he was setting up at the sound of your presence.

And you watched, biting down hard on your lip, at the shiver that ran through his entire body upon the sight of you.

"I-I'm ready..." You said in a gentle voice, fingers clutching onto the hem of the thin fabric at your waist, trying to yank it down and cover yourself as best as you could.

"Yeah- okay, uhm, just sit over there." He pointed to the center of the room, right where the pillows and white fuzzy blankets were. You nodded at him, offering a tiny smile. And the way he couldn't drag his eyes away from your form did not go unnoticed by you.

Things went rather smoothly after that, as Hyunjin directed your movements, the silence lapsing between the two of you once more. Soft jazz music played in the background, and your gaze was locked on your boyfriend, as he concentrated on getting your pose down on his canvas.

He always looked so fucking hot when he was incredibly focused like that - whether it be from learning a new choreo or jotting down notes for a painting he was creating. 

Either way, the sight of his furrowed brows, slightly pursed lips, and flexing jaw stirred something deep and swarthy inside of you. 

"Can you like, not do that, darling?"

His question pulled you out of your daze of relaxation, as you frowned in confusion. You started to move, lifting your chin away from where it had been easily resting in your palm. "What- am I not sitting the right-"

He groaned then, running a frantic hand through his long pink locks, "No, I mean- look at me like that."

That left you even more uncertain. "I don't understand-"

"I'm already fucking having a hard time with all of this," his hand pulled away from his hair, motioning towards your general direction. "It's just- fuck-"

Immediately, the puzzle pieces locked together in your mind.

All of this.

Meaning, your sexy attire.

Ever so slowly, you sat up from your laying position. With your spine pressed firmly against the wall behind you, cushioned by a few pillows. Silently, your fingers clutched onto either side of your knees, opening up your legs to him in a hushed offering.

His gaze locked onto you then - pupils dilating at the sight of your barely-covered cunt. Just waiting and pulsing for him alone.

"Fuck it- we'll finish this later." That was the last thing he said before he threw his paintbrush down onto the stand that was just beside his easel, diving headfirst toward you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 jisung

"Don't wear the panties!" You heard your boyfriend Jisung yell from just outside the bathroom door.

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you fit the bra piece onto your form. The two of you had just come back from a busy day of shopping out on the town. And for a 'special gift,' Jisung had decided to buy you a cute, dark-purple lingerie set.

You hadn't purchased new lingerie in a while, so it was exciting for the both of you to get home later that day so that you could play around with it. 

As soon as you walked through your apartment door, Jisung dragged you to the bedroom to have you try it on.

'Just for fun,' he had said.

Yeah, right.

You both knew where trying it on would lead...

It would most-likely end up with you sprawled out across the bed, legs being pried open by your boyfriend as his tongue absolutely ravaged you. As he kept his head buried between your shaking legs for hours at a time, tongue drawing lazy patterns against your dripping cunt.

You in lingerie brought out a different side of Jisung, one that resulted in long nights and arduous amounts of oral.

And neither of you were complaining about it.

You pushed the bathroom door open, leaning against its frame, a tiny smirk stretching the corners of your mouth. "And why do I have to forgo the panties?" You asked, laughing at the way your boyfriend's mouth all but hung open at the sight of you. You were completely nude, save for the tiny purple fabric that stretched tightly around your chest. 

Immediately, he was standing up from his perch on the edge of the bed, shucking off his black sweatpants in one practiced move. "Because- princess, it's easier that way."

"And what, pray tell, are you doing, mister?" You gave him a knowing look as he continued to strip himself down until he was only in his boxers.

"Progressing things, that's what." He threw you a wink before he was nearing you like a ghost in the night. Fingers already reaching out to try and brush over your breasts, which were barely covered from the flimsy fabric of the corset-like top.

"Ah- not so fast..." You said, shaking your head at his antics. He really was like a rabid dog in heat when it came to you. Your fingers traced the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging it down his legs. "An eye for an eye- a pantie for a pantie, right?"

Upon reveal of his cock, you noticed how it was already swelled and curling up towards his stomach, the head a lush crimson and pearling with pre-cum.

Once the boxers were completely off of him, Jisung made haste of wrapping both arms around your waist, raising you up and off of the ground, and walking over to the bed where he all but threw you atop the mattress.

You squealed in delight at the sudden movement, marveling at the way his time in the gym had paid off - by the way that he was able to carry you around so effortlessly.

You pushed yourself up the bed until your head was resting comfortably against a soft pillow. Jisung stared down at you, the fire brightening in his eyes at the sight of you - all splayed out for him and waiting with gooseflesh and pink-tinged cheeks.

"And now, lemme get a good look at this pretty pussy of yours..." He mused, voice registering low inside of his chest. 

Your heart fluttered at the way his hands pried your legs open, at the way his eyes glazed over upon seeing your glistening core. 

"Fuck- you gonna be good for me, princess? Gonna let me fuck you nice and long?"

He was already swiping a few fingers across your moistened cunt, pulling a breathless moan from deep inside of you. 

"Y-Yes, always..." You mewled, squirming underneath him as one of his practiced digits slid into you. 

"Good girl." He whispered, just as his thumb pressed down hard against your clit, forcing a shiver to race up the length of your spine. It was definitely going to be a long night.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 felix

Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out of it.

You just lay there, completely silent - yet wanting to say something, do something. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, your limbs soft as jelly, your core engorged and aching with so much want. 

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your fucking chest, the breath constricting inside your throat painfully.

Your boyfriend Felix was all but a grunting mess on top of you, rigid cock thrusting up into you so well that you kept seeing stars every time he hit that gooey spot deep within you.

"L-Lix," You finally managed to cry out, nails raking down his sweat-slick back as he set a furious pace, ramming against your walls in just the right way. Just how you liked it. 

"What is it, angel?" He asked, voice low as death and gravelly from arousal. One of his hands clutched at your bare hip, while the other rested against your breath, fingers playing with one of your erect nipples... twisting, massaging, pulling, before doing everything all over again. "Cat got your tongue?" 

 The dim mirth was laden in his tone because he knew you like the back of his hand- knew how it was always so hard for you to articulate any kind of sentence, voice any kind of words, whenever you were so fucked out like this. Whenever his hands and tongue and cock had brought you over the edge, again and again, you lost count of your orgasms.   

Cracking your eyes open, your focus landed on the lingerie set that was laying just off to the side, still on the bed. The one that he had carefully taken off of you earlier, after he had teased you endlessly while it was still on - fingers dancing over your hardened nipples, dipping into the front of the panties, before coming out and licking his fingers clean of you. 

The set was baby pink and made of thin lace and satin.

Felix always loved dressing you up - loved seeing you in light colors, with all the frills and ruffles imaginable. 

He said it made it all the more sweeter, when he buried himself balls-deep inside of you, fucking you senseless. When he made you scream his name so much, your tone growing so loud and scratchy, that you completely lost your voice the next day. 

The corruption kink was real with this one.

"F-Feels so good," you said in a high-pitched whine, as his fingers pinched down on your stiffened bud just as he slotted himself into you, reaching that blissful spot once more. 

You didn't know what orgasm you were on at that point, but all you knew was that it felt amazing.

The sex was always mind-blowing whenever you'd dress up for him; was always long, passionate, and yet rough, all at the same time.

What could you say... seeing you in light, innocent lingerie always made your boyfriend super fucking horny.

"Yeah?" He mused, nails digging into the flesh at your side, surely leaving marks for the next day. He bent down into you, lips attaching to your chest and sucking harshly on your exposed nipple. All the while, he continued to slam into you, the thrusts turning sloppy from the slick of your heat. "Like when I stretch you out so good- so well?"

You nodded your head frantically, hands moving up to clutch at his blonde roots as one of his hands moved your legs so that he was hitting a new spot inside of you. It all felt so fucking good and casted galaxy after galaxy across your vision. "Mhm- love your cock!" You suddenly wailed out, yanking at his locks as the tip of him hit into you so hard, you swore you broke underneath him. Just by his touch alone.

"Holy shit- you're so fucking tight," He groaned, and just with the tonal shift in him, you could tell that he was nearing his release. Finally, after he had held it back so many times just that night alone. "So damn perfect, angel... and all mine."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 seungmin

"Why the fuck are you wearing that out?" Your boyfriend Seungmin asked, voice gravely low in your ear. He was leaning into you, warm breath fanning against your cheek and sending a harsh shiver to shoot down your spine.

For the award show that night, you had decided to wear a satiny, bright yellow, flowered A-line sundress. It stood out from the crowd, as the rest of the women attending the show were dressed in full-length ballgowns. But you wanted to be different. Seungmin had coordinated with your outfit by wearing a yellow bowtie, but that's as far as his stylists would allow him to go. He was already pushing the boundaries by bringing you to one of the year's biggest award shows.

He had wanted to prove to everyone that he could do it - that he could make it work.

And apparently, the point had gotten across.

Since already, the two of you and the rest of the boys had celebrities come out of the woodwork to applaud Seungmin's blatant show of a romantic relationship.

But, besides the sundress, you had also decided to wear a cute lingerie set underneath. It was hot pink and yellow and matched your outward look perfectly.

However, during the long night, your dress had ridden up while you sat there at Stray Kid's designated table for hours at a time. And Seungmin had caught on to the garb that you had hidden just underneath the thin fabric of your dress.

Perhaps you had worn it to get a rise out of him- since you knew how much he hated others seeing you in sexy attire... even if it was just a slightly-revealing top.

Or, perhaps you had worn it to feel confident when stepping into a world that was unknown to you.

Either way, the dim look that Seungmin leveled your way just then, as you sat beside him at the table, forced an erratic throb to shoot through your heart.

"I don't know... I thought it was pretty." You said in a quiet voice, eyes trailing down to your lap, where your fingers played with the hem of your dress. It had ridden up so much that a side of the panties was peaking out beneath the yellow fabric of your dress. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else, save for the man sitting beside you.

"Oh, I'll show you pretty, love," He grumbled in that silken voice that he only used around you - typically when you guys were alone, in your apartment, and he was bending you over any nearby surface to have his way with you.

A zap of energy ran through your veins then, and you watched in bated silence as Seungmin leaned over to Chan to whisper something in his ear. The leader nodded once, before giving you a soft look. Then, your boyfriend was standing up. In no time at all, he had his fingers clasped around one of your wrists, yanking you out of your chair and leading your stumbling form behind him as he strutted out of the award show's main atrium.

Then, all at once, he was nearing one of the single-stalled bathrooms that were interspersed throughout the venue.

Eyes widening, you tried to pull your wrist out of his tight, vice-like grip. "Seung- I-" You already knew what would happen next, the mix of anticipation and arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach from just thinking about it.

Your boyfriend's eyes flashed with swarthy annoyance, "In." Is all he said, practically pushing you into the tight bathroom. Your legs wobbled, turning to jelly right then and there. Seungmin shut and locked the door behind him. "Now, bend over the counter so that I can asses what you've done."

And you knew there was no arguing with him when he was like this. Seungmin's jealousy could easily go unchecked when the two of you were out with the others - but especially if he felt like you had disrespected him in some way.

For him, you parading around one of the biggest award shows in the country scantily clad in lingerie was probably one of the most disrespectful things you could ever do to him.

So, biting down hard on your bottom lip, you heeded his command. Leaning your elbows against the cold granite of the bathroom skin's countertop, you held your breath as you waited for his next move.

Ever so slowly, like the touch of a phantom, you felt your boyfriend's fingers dance up your sides, lifting the fabric of your sundress. He stopped when your backside was exposed, tsking darkly at the way most of your ass was bared for all to see. "Such a naughty little thing... need to be taught a lesson, hmm?"

You screwed your eyes shut then, the moans already clawing at the edge of your throat when you distinctly felt his nimble fingers playing with the strap of your panties. 

Hopefully, he'd have enough mercy to stop, before he completely ruined you and ultimately forced you to go back out there to the award show - waddling like a pathetic and helpless bitch because your boyfriend had been a little too ruthless with the fucking in the bathroom.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 jeongin

"Baby..." You wailed in exasperation, pulling at your boyfriend's arm. You had been trying to get his attention all night. But of course, he was too busy with his friends and his stupid game to pay you any mind.

"Hmm- just one second, pretty... I gotta clear this level and then-" Jeongin began, but you were already sighing in frustration before he could finish his words.

You sat down on the spacious couch, watching - and thinking - as he furiously smashed away at his keyboard, hunched over the desk that was positioned in your apartment's living room, his completely focused on the bright screen in front of him.

 If he wasn't going to pay any attention to you, then fine. You'd have your fun without him.

A genius idea dawned across the forefront of your mind just then, and you hurriedly made your way into your closet to retrieve your secret weapon. You had used it before - but only a couple of times, to keep the appeal alive.

After shimmying your way into the snow-white, satin lingerie set, you flitted into the bathroom, carefully brushing out your hair and adding a soft pink lipstick to level up the look.

You padded out to Jeongin once more in silence, not saying a word as you propped yourself against his desk. His eyes were still locked on the computer screen in front of him, so you began to draw lazy circles in the grain of the wood at your side.

"What do you want for dinner?" You asked, because although he was wearing his headset - which was how he could communicate with his friends while playing - you knew that he could still hear you.

For a brief second, he pulled his gaze away from his game to look at you. And immediately, he froze in his chair, spine stiffening, shoulders shaking just a tiny bit in reaction to your new... garment.

His lips parted somewhat, a tinge of red dusting across the tops of his ears that were exposed against his messy black hair. "You." He breathed out, eyes dancing with a myriad of feelings all at once, but mostly, wild desire. 

You laughed at that. "What?" You asked, slightly confused.

Then, he was moving again, pressing a button on his headset and speaking into it, "Sorry boys, boyfriend duties call. I'll catch up later, yeah?" He didn't even wait for a reply, as he shut off the game entirely. He swiveled his chair around so that he was facing you completely. "I fucking want you for dinner."

Now you were the one with red ears. "B-But, you've been ignoring me all night... like, you don't want me."

Jeongin groaned, running a frantic hand through his long locks. "Damn it-" He cursed under his breath, scrubbing at his face with a few long fingers. "I'm sorry, pretty, I got too carried away with the game. And no, you're wrong- I do want you. So bad. All of the time."

He found your eyes after that, and your gazes locked, a spark of lighting igniting between the two of you at the way your breath unexpectedly became labored under his gaze. His eyes always did that to you - made you go crazy, when he'd look at you with such intensity, it felt like he was fucking undressing you with just his stare alone. 

You felt yourself heating up at the way he studied you, at the way his blown-out pupils traced down the length of you, taking in every inch of your exposed skin and the beautiful white lingerie set.

"So c'mere and lemme get a taste of you, pretty.” You couldn't even hide the satisfied smile that spread across your lips at his words. 

Jeongin was reaching out to you, hands supple and earnest, as he carefully guided you onto his lap. You fit on top of him perfectly, like the two of you were meant to always be close - in the most intimate of ways.

Fin.

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[atrial-ofhorror-if]

Hey Everyone!

Its been a quick minute since I’ve made an update. I actually took a lil break (and am still on that break) from Tumblr. I wanted to get my self together, but I also wanted to get back on here and give you guys a quick update!  

First, I want to thank everyone whose sent me kind words/wished me well in the ask box! Y’all are my rock, and I can’t even explain how much it means to have a support system when you’re going through something tough. So for that, I love y’all 🤎🤎🤎. 

Also, to the anons with the tea, y'all actually told me some things that I didn’t know was going on and happening within the IF community (I know, I live underneath a rock! 🥴🥴) so I feel like I know how to move accordingly from now on. Once again, thank yall so much! I feel like I should do something special for you all but I really don’t know what... If you have anything that you guys would want to see in the next update, or like lil spoilers or something like that let me know!

Secondly, my job is picking up once again, and we are EXTREMELY short staffed (Thats what happens when you work in local government ). I’m having to take the brunt of a lot of the work there, so I’ve found that I’m having to try and play catch-up with a lot of my scheduled writing. In lemans terms, everything is getting pushed back by a month... AGAIN.  I hate it too y'all, I wish this game would write itself!

Now onto the game updates.

For ‘A Trial of Horror’, I have like 25% left of content I need to add and then I’ll be ready to upload it into twine and start the editing process. Editing typically takes me like 2-3 weeks and then I send it off to the testers, and make even more adjusments from there. Depending on how big the update is, I think I should be able to upload something by the end of June 🤞🏿🤞🏿(fingers crossed). 

In case y’all didn’t know... I’m planning on creating a Naruto IF (no relation to Boruto PLEASE)!

As of right now I’m still ironing out general plot, setting, and clans that I’m including in the IF (Uchiha Clan and Hyuga Clan definetly). I’ll probably make another blog page or just use this one as my general IF one once I’m ready to make an introduction page. I’m not sure yet. Once I have more info, I'll make sure to give you guys the tea~~

Overall, I hope you all stay healthy, safe, and feel loved 🤎🤎

See ya soon 👋🏿👋🏿

[outoftheblue-if]

Hey Vahnya! I just read your demo and it was a really good start to the story! I feel the MC lol, I mean, being copped up in the house isn't fun when it's all you can do for months at a stretch. This is the first story I have read which has the covid era as the setting (at least for the first chap lol). So, as a cis brown man, I had a teensy bit of feedback: (Spoilers ahead) in the demo, Theo calls us 'babe', 'Honey', etc. I personally have never seen nor experienced any guy calling another guy (unless of course, they're in a relationship or teasing each other for the fun of it) words like babe or honey irl. Of course, it's your story and it's completely upto you on whether or not it fits with your story/characters. I also encountered a bug in the part where MC goes inside the mirror, instead of my MC's name, the text showed '$name' while saying wake up. That's all. I hope you continue the great work and stay healthy and safe! 😁

Hi there, anon! ✨ I’m glad you liked what you’ve read so far! Ugh, yeah, online studies can be rough for many reasons. I was studying online during covid when I got the inspiration for the story, so it was kinda inspired by personal experience. Doesn’t really have much to do with the story beyond chapter one though.

I’ve had a couple people reach out to me about Theo calling MC ‘babe’ and ‘honey’. I know it’s not very common to use them for men, but it’s more to do with Theo’s personality. He would call literally anyone babe and honey, whether it was The Rock or Bill Gates lol. With that being said, I can definitely add in the option to tell him not to call you that or something, if people find it too odd/uncomfortable? In any case, we, sadly, won’t be seeing Theo again in this story, except for at the end of the book if you decide to return to present day.

Ahh, yes, I’ve had a ton of people reach out about the $name variable 😂 Such a rookie mistake. It’s supposed to be $firstname. My bad, that’s been fixed now!

Thank you so much for the feedback, and I hope you stay safe and healthy too, anon! ✨🤎

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