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empiireans · 9 months ago
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they’re watching the meteor shower
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mothinabottle · 9 months ago
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Happy Valentine's day
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Aftermath: The chocolate was ruined and May got sick. Wooho!
I had NO time to draw this istg. Did this sketch in two hours or so cuz college had me trapped these days :(
Hope it isn't that underwhelming though. Espero que todos la hayan pasado bien!
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volchz · 2 years ago
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mothmanavenue · 2 years ago
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very late valentines
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girlinthebrownhoodie · 9 months ago
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Oh shit, it's still Valentine's Day! 💕💘
Uhhh... have some sketches of my love bug OC Estelle :)
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I drew her in different outfits cuz I haven't actually decided on a particular outfit for her to wear :p
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mothmussy · 2 years ago
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Happy Valentine's day to all the sleepy bitches out there! 😘😴💘
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EVERYONE, GET IN LINE FOR THE KISSING BOOTH
Here are my Narrators, YES, 4 Narrators 
From Left to Right: 
Charles, Jasper (Naga-Narrator or Nagarrator), Hal or Narramoth [who is actually my 4th Narrator], Neil (a giant alien fishman who is really shy)
Here is the full sign -
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I just wanted to post this on Valentine’s Day despite the inactivity here.
So, Happy Belated Valentine’s Day! ^^
- Giftbox
PS. Yes, that IS the windows background
PPS. Also, see that jar?
The hearts are a brush that was custom made by me and I was trying to sell them on Clip Studio Assets, but was rejected due to copyright and a pattern being used (But I didn’t use any pattern, that was an eraser)
If you want them, DM me and I can give you the exports
Keep Reading to see the brushes:
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cursed-blood-official-blog · 9 months ago
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Happy Valentines Day! (2) (Happy Birthday Ash!)
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Artist: @spemmort
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mistamishmash · 2 years ago
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I wish I could tell you when I started making zombie valentines day art every year, but I’m not planning on stopping yet hahaha
This year starring Krisp. c:
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drjohndisco · 2 years ago
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Yarrow Ex Machina
Pairing: n/a
Word Count: 772 words
Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood.
Summary: Yarrow turns up to help and gets closer to Wesley.
Fine, my ass. Yarrow thought as they crashed through the mirror holding Connor.
When they blinked again Gunn had just fallen to the floor from blood loss and Fred was about to throw a sword at Wesley’s head. So, Yarrow then narrowly ducked to avoid the sword and placed Connor down onto the bed.
(Thank Goodness for the protection spells they’d placed on him.)
I should apologise to Angel when I get a chance.
‘Yarrow?’ Wesley cried out catching the sword. ‘What are you doing here? How and when did you get wings, and - most importantly - why on earth did you bring Connor with you?? Basically, what do you think you’re doing?’
‘I’m doing my best!’ Yarrow yelled back, making their hands glow golden, slowly being pushed back towards Wesley by the swinging of Fred’s arms and a new assailant. ‘And it’s not like I can leave him alone by himself, he’s a baby!’
‘Okay! But will you be able to handle yourself?’
Instead of responding Yarrow muttered a spell and fired a bolt of golden light at their attacker, knocking him out.
‘What do you think?’ Yarrow said, snarkily. Then they ran back to Connor and sat down on the bed next to him, swaddling him with their suit jacket.
A few minutes later Wesley took out his opponent, with a comment that Yarrow found annoyingly endearing.
‘Is everyone okay?’ Yarrow asked, looking around the room at Wesley and his unconscious assailant. Fred was standing next to Gunn and holding him up, sand bag in her right hand. There was no response. ‘Good! Now, let’s go and find the others!’
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‘Hey, are you alright?’ Yarrow questioned.
In truth Wesley had been thinking about the blurry glimpse of Yarrow he’d seen in the mirror, right after he’d turned away from Fred and Gunn. But there was no way he was telling them that.
‘Oh, it was nothing.’ Wesley lied. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, and fidgeting with his hands. Yarrow thought he looked confused about something, but didn’t want to press. Although they did think that he should have changed out of his formal wear by now, particularly since they were already in their pyjamas.
‘Okay, well at least get something from the fridge while you’re over there; I would kill for some blood.’
‘Just as long as it isn’t me you kill.’ He laughed, opening the fridge and getting a container out. He then got Yarrow’s cup down from the shelf. ‘I think we both need to cool down. Would like a straw?’
Yarrow shook their head and moved over on the couch. Wesley then filled up the cup and sat down next to Yarrow.
‘I know you asked if I was okay, but are you? You’re the one who went through an intense physical change.’
Yarrow flicked their wings at him indignantly. ‘That sounded like you’re describing puberty. Just because I’m not ageing fast doesn’t mean you have to be mean about it.’ Yarrow then paused, considering their next words. ‘But no, it doesn’t hurt anymore, if that's what you want to hear. The arm strain on the other hand, from the magic and holding Connor? It’ll go away, but right now it hurts like a bitch, and sadly I’m too tired for healing magic.’
‘Do you want me to help with that?’ Wesley asked. ‘I think I know a few exercises.’
‘Yeah, why not?’ Yarrow sighed. ‘Not like you can make it any worse.’
‘You’ll have to get up, so that you can move your arms around.’
Yarrow grumbled, but swung their legs and wings out off the couch, after which Wesley followed. He then took a hold of their arms and pulled them up past their wings, slowly rolling their arms in circles. Yarrow’s wings flicked up and down in time with their arms, always being where they needed to be.
‘Is that better?’ Wesley asked, after he’d stopped. ‘You think you’ll be able to sleep tonight?’
‘It is.’ Yarrow replied. ‘Thank you.’
‘Are you going to come with me this time?’ Wesley asked, slipping his glasses off and placing them into his pocket.
‘Only after I finish this.’ Yarrow replied, indicating their mug.
‘Okay, suit yourself!’ He then began to take his clothes off, and Yarrow’s gaze lingered slightly longer on him than it should have. A moment later, as they realised this was occurring, Yarrow placed their hands over their eyes and sighed.
They were so fucked.
Tags: @hyperionshipping @dudefrommywesterns @me-myself-and-my-fos @love-hoarder @lemirerun
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mickgaydolenz · 2 years ago
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hauntingmiser · 9 months ago
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Oh I almost forgot!
This is for you. ♥️
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Hehe
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pascals-doll · 9 months ago
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candy
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ellie williams x reader
🫧 happy valentines day to all my beautiful followers | enjoy this vday special 🩷 am i uploading this ar midnight because a bitch had classes and work yes but its valentines (was technically) IM GGONNA WRITE AN ELLIE FIC 🧘‍♀️
🫧 inspired by the song candy by doja cat | bed of roses PT2
🫧 description: fluffy, cute surprises, reader knows how to know paint a bit, just fluff, cute fluff,ellie sings to you (i took the scene from the game because i cherish it sm) smut, SLUT SMUT💋, power dynamic, dom!ellie, sub!reader, you and ellie live together, reader is PUSSYHUNGRY (mmm im so- i would do anything for that tsunami), reader eats out ellie on stairs (you’re welcome), fingering, praises, no use of y/n, use of petnames like doll, mama, and good girl, very little degradation, hair pulling, clit sucking, face grinding, cum eating, just ellie getting eaten so good! enjoy
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She's just like candy, she's so sweet
but you know that it ain't real cherry
know that it ain't real cherry
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it was valetines day today which meant ellie got to spoil you rotten; it is very well- deserved.
you would always be very thoughtful with your gifts.
this valentines day, you sneakily woke up around 1 AM and worked until dawn on customizing a wooden workstation that you got her for her artwork.
you knew you had work in the morning but you would do anything for the woman who’s protected you, provided for you, and pleased you.
you painted the workstation very carefully a dark earth-green. you let each coat of paint dry before beginning to carefully paint details on it.
you were going to paint symbols for each of her favorite memories onto it. you took references from her own beautiful drawings.
one of the details you painted were the beginning of Joel’s; now her guitar, painting even the moth.
one of the guitar strings then ran around the whole work-station, dragging the brush till the end.
you began to draw small moths and different flowers with herbs carefully placing them along the string line.
lastly, finishing it up by drawing a silhouette of the both of your bodies intertwined, then painting an outline of ellie’s knife and joel’s gun side by side on the side of her workbench.
once you were done, you carved both of your initials into the side of the workbench.
you transfered all of her essentials from the small broken down drawers; that could barely hold up to her made with so much love customized workstation.
you made your way back into your shared warm bed, careful not to wake up ellie.
sunrise made its way into the sky, ellie waking up now as you now slept.
ellie noticed you got up in the middle of the night, searching for your warmth but she shrugged it off before knocking into slumber again.
ellie got up very quietly, planting a kiss on your head before heading into her work room to get her guitar.
she walked into her art room, stepping as she scans the room. she immediately stopped in her steps, her eyes falling onto your beautiful workstation.
ellie’s heart pounds outside of her chest, tears wanting to form in her hazel eyes as a rush of emotions take over her.
she walks around the small wooden dark-green station, her handing brushing it softly as she takes in your designs.
she couldnt help but think about although you had work sadly on valetines day, you still did this for her.
this was bigger than the world to ellie.
you were the most perfect girl and if one thing was for certain, ellie would be spending an eternity of valetine’s day with you.
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I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
I can be your cherry, apple, pecan,
or your key lime
Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got
you were now currently at work, you hated how you got called in today.
you asked ellie if she was going to be good with you going to work today, in which she responded by pulling down your panties.
lets just say, you had a very pleasant morning before going into work.
while you were away at work, ellie got to work on her surprise because eating your cum for breakfast wasn’t enough.
she went to almost all the floral shops she could, selling them out of their pink and red roses.
ellie covered the entryway with petals, even the staircase that leads upstairs, and leading all the way up into your room.
the living room, she had a fairy lights hung along with pink lit candles on the ground.
ellie had a huge case of flowers waiting for you, wrapped in the arrangement of your inital.
that was only the downstairs, your room was filled with more surprises.
your shared bed was covered in rose petals, a couple small gifts waiting for you while your surprise gift was tucked away by ellie.
ellie finished up any last miniute preparations before you came home from work.
she changed from her pj shirt and boyshorts from this morning to a flannel with a black-tee and some baggy shorts that exposed her Calvin Klein lining.
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry
She's just like candy, she's so sweet (She's so sweet)
But you know that it ain't real, know that it ain't real
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you came home a bit exhausted but excited because you picked up a teddy bear that held a heart with the writing “i love u” on it from a street vendor, leaving your job.
once you made it home, beginning to turn the keys to step through your front door.
you open the door to see your beautiful auburn-hair girlfriend.
she was sitting there on your shared loveseat, her beautiful fingers strumming her guitar.
the melodious tone from the strums of her guitar strumming the song your love for each other shares.
she began to sing softly “talking away” your hand cant help but go ovee your mouth as you felt tears begin to form.
the sound of her silky voice singing through your ears, making your heart pound and face hot.
“today’s another day to find you”
you could listen to ellie sing for the rest of your life, tears were already streaming down your face. ellie couldn’t look you in the eyes while she sang because if she did, she wouldn’t be able to finish.
you made her heart go a million miles per minute like a schoolgirl crush.
you made her stomach flutter like she was born with a butterfly nest inside her.
you made her soul shine like the sun after never-ending rain.
ellie finished serenating you, putting her guitar down
she finally looked up at you, clutching a teddy bear with tears streaming down your face.
before ellie could say anything, you ran into her arms; immediately taking you in to her embrace.
this was a feeling words couldn’t express, but only actions.
your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest with the clash of ellie’s lips onto yours.
you weren’t alone with ellie barely being able to catch her breath but so desperate for you.
the way your lips moved with such hasty movement but yet still passionately and amorously.
you began to walk towards the staircase, lips not leaving a moment. your eyes slightly opening time to time to make sure you were guiding you and ellie correctly.
“all i wanted-“ you began but were interrupted by her lips again.
“all day was to” ellie pulled away momentarily to let you continue.
“come home to this” you whined out against her lips, your tongue slightly licking over them.
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Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper
It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper
Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper
It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper
you were fillied with arousal and need to please as you dropped to your knees…on the staircase. you could careless at this given moment.
your hands ran through her back, feeling each crevess of each toned muscle, then coming back around to her arms.
you gave her strong-toned arms a soft squeeze before having them go up to her chest. you needed to have her.
“doll i got a surprise in the room, lets-” ellie begins but you didn’t care.
“no” you said, looking her in the eyes as you unzip and unbutton her shorts “right here, right now” you whine out, pulling down ellie shorts completely.
ellie would be lying if she said you dying to eat her out on each other’s staircase wasn’t the hottest thing, especially on fucking valentine’s day.
it was you, how could she deny you.
“that desperate, mama?” she teases you as you peck her toned abdomen. you gave her a slight whimper as you nod.
she brings herself down to sit on the stairs, grabbing you by your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.
your lips meet again, your hand traveling down into her boxers immediately feeling seeping slick cunt “you drive me insane” you moan out, your mind was so drunk by her.
she had you high on her scent, taste, look, and touch. anything ellie did could have you on your knees, just like this.
your fingers begin to rub her clit in circular motion causing her breathing to hitch and soft moans of content escape her mouth as your lips travel down to her neck.
you begin to suck on the skin as your fingers massaged her clit, slightly putting pressure here and there causing ellie to let out gentle-yet-loud groan.
ellie’s hips began to rise to meet your hand “my beautiful doll-s’good f’me” she mumbled under her breathy moans.
you were sure you left her a purpletrail from her neck leading into her shoulder before going down a couple more steps.
you waste no time in pulling off her boxers, meeting with her wet pussy “s’pretty els, i love you.” you were just completely dazed by ellie at this point, wanting to please her and have her taste on you for days.
“you gonna drool or eat up, doll?” ellie smirks, she knew the effect she had on you and it made you fiend to please her even more.
your hands go to spread her thighs open a bit more before diving your head in between her legs. you met face to face with her juiced pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you lick a stripe.
“ah fuck, doll!” ellie moans out, her hips slightly bucking against your face as her hand had a grip on your hair.
the way you were on your knees on these steps buried into ellie’s pussy, your tongue collects her juices as you begin to swirl your tongue around her clit sucking softly.
she tasted just like candy, you grab her one of her thighs, hooking it up to balance on your shoulder.
the wider angle made her throw her head back “s’fuck doll! just like that. eat it just like that.” her vile voice praising the way you took the way she slopped her pussy against your tongue.
ellie began to work herself towards her orgasm on your tongue, her hand following the movement of your head.
you ate her out like this was your last meal, not wanting to let a single drop “god fuck-y-you’re insane!” she whined out as you worked you fucked her with yout tongue.
ellies stomach stomach flexes, her toned abdomen becoming more prominent as her breathy moans turn into pants and loud gutteral moans as you took your free hand; licking her asshole all the way up to her clit.
“fuck fuck fuck, doll! s’such a good girl” ellie’s hand swore she could’ve pulled your hair our by now but you could careless, the only thing on your mind was making this woman cum.
she deserved the way you ate her with delight, completely letting her use your face for her orgasm.
your nails dig into her thigh as you feel yourself slowly loosing your breath; but you were not leaving till she had came all over your face.
“s’close god! youre such a fuckin’ slut f’me.” her orgasm finally riding out.
“atta girl, lick it all up again.” she praises, pulling you back up from her pussy to her lips, tasting herself momentarily before her hand finds the back of your head guiding you to the white cum-beed that seaped out of her now fucked-out hole.
you licked her from asshole up, completely picking up her cum onto the tip on tongue causing you moan out as your lips were wrapped around her.
once you pulled away meeting her eyes, her cum covering your lips causing your face to glisten lightly.
“you’re a demon” ellie brings you into her embrace on the stairs.
“its not my fault you’re my favorite candy”
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She's just like candy, she's so sweet
But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
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a/n > part 2 ??? 😇
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hellsitegenetics · 9 months ago
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HELLO OH MY GOD THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE BLOG I LOVE THIS!!!!!!
IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK COULD YOU DO THIS MESSAGE FOR MY BOYFRIEND FOR VALENTINE'S DAY???
HI HUN!!!! I LOVE YOUUU MWAHMWAHMWAHMWAHHHHH HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!! ITS ALMOST OUR ANNIVERSARY TOO!!!!!! THREE HUNDRED SIXTY FIVE DAYS OF MAGIC!!!!! I LOVEE YOUUU FOREVER AND ALWAYS
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G T AT G T!!!!!!
T T T C T A C T AG AT' A???
!!!! AAAA A AT' A!!!! T AT AA T!!!!!! T T A AGC!!!!! A AA
Closest match: Lymantria dispar genome assembly, chromosome: 27 Common name: Spongy moth
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01zfan · 9 months ago
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rotten valentine | p. wb
wonbin x reader | 4.5k words
happy (late) valentines day!
contains: friends with benefits situation, red flag wonbin, he’s kinda toxic, this is like the evil version of necklace
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the fourteenth day in the month of february came and went for you each year. it wasn’t always a normal day in your life—it used to be an event. writing every single one of your classmates names on a note with candy attached and receiving what seemed like thousands back. the excitement and magic of the day devolved from elementary school, turning into the occasional candy gram you would get from your friends in junior high. by the time you got to college, valentine’s day had just become another day. 
you were well into adult life now, and your life was drained of all romance. you forgot what it was like to kiss someone you were dating and your last serious relationship felt like a distant memory. it felt like romance was make believe, something manufactured in movie studios to make profit. you had suitors and you had the dating apps, but nothing sparked that same feeling you found yourself chasing late at night.
wonbin was someone you yearned for. he came into your life like a meteor, crashing on the surface of your mind and killing all potential thoughts you had of finding someone else. 
you saw him first at a party, the dimly lit room failed to hide the way he looked at you. his gaze pierced through the sea of people and you found yourself thinking about the scenes in the movies. this was the part where wonbin came up to you and cracked jokes with you all night, woo’ing you and calling you pretty. you rationalized that wonbin didn’t have his script when he unceremoniously came up to you, pulling your attention way from your friends. you followed him like a moth to a flame deeper to the dance floor, where the music was so loud you could barely hear him. he took a sip from his cup, letting it rest in his hand. you barely had wonbin’s attention as he leaned over to request a song to the dj.
after making the request wonbin leaned against the wall and continued to drink. the previously muted yellow light that made you feel like the party was shot on film turned to a deep red. it felt almost choreographed as as wonbin’s eyes raked down your body. in any other instance you would’ve been disgusted by a man looking at you with so much lust. but you felt proud that you had piqued his interest. you didn’t want to lose him. 
the music changed to the song wonbin requested and he smirked. you found that he donned that look anytime someone did what he wanted, so smug like he knew no one could deny him. it was the same smugness that made his eyes stay on your chest as he took another sip of his drink.
“did you come alone?” wonbin asked.
you looked behind to your friends that kept a careful eye on you. you’re shocked wonbin didn’t notice them. maybe he was too caught up in you to notice.
“i came with my friends.” you said.
the lights started flashing red, making the party around you feel like a nightclub. people started dancing to the song more frantically than before, moving from gentle sways to jumping on the makeshift dance floor. some people bumped into you, making the drink in your cup raise over the rim and splash on your hand. wonbin remained untouched on the wall a look of amusement on his face as he looked at the partygoers have fun because of his song suggestion. the dj gave him a nod of acknowledgement and you could see it go directly to his head. the confidence made you dizzy just like his perfume did when he beckoned you to come to his corner. you placed a hand on the wall to steady yourself and wonbin brought a hand to your hip. his hand was comforting just like the smell of aged spice that flooded your nose. wonbin looked at you for a moment before leaning to your ear.
“wanna ditch your friends?” he asked. 
his amusing smile didn’t waiver, his curled up lips so close to your face you felt it on the shell of your ear. you knew he knew your answer. you didn’t even have to nod as you turned around to get through the dancing crowd. your mind was buzzing with alcohol as the beautiful man followed behind you. your friends had joined the cluster of partygoers as you walked up the stairs. they couldn’t even see you through the haze of smoke clouds and flashing lights. if you were in your right mind you would’ve joined them, squeezing your sweaty body through everyone till you made it to your group. but nothing else mattered to you except for getting wonbin alone, and wonbin’s hand on your ass was guiding you there.
wonbin’s collision with you that night wiped away all common sense you had in regards to him. if you had half a mind you would’ve told him you don’t fuck strangers at parties or fuck on beds that aren’t your own. but any rational thought was out the window when it came to wonbin. anything to feel the euphoria of being pressed into the sheets and hearing him moan because of you. his sloppy passion from his tipsy state paired with his precise thrusts made your throat raw from your cries. you had never felt that way in your life. that’s why each time he hit you with his late night messages you responded. it always started with a text, so non assuming and casual it made your head hurt.
you up?
you hated that your life had come to this, chasing after someone so bad for you. it had gotten to the point that you couldn’t bring wonbin up anymore in your friend’s presence, visible aggravation showing on their faces. you vividly remember when your friend gave you a wake up call. you should’ve listened, she wasn’t wrong when she told you about wonbin. he was hot and cold, only reached out to you when he needed to feel something wrapped around him, and took advantage of your lonliness. you nodded your head and felt the sting of tears as she comforted you through acceptance. 
the intervention was no use; you went back to him that night. you held strong for an hour, until wonbin attached an i need u to the end of his initial text. you couldn’t resist going back to wonbin when he said he needed you. you had gotten so used to seeing people kiss in movies that you started thinking kisses tasted like stale popcorn and artificial sweetener. but wonbin’s kisses tasted like vanilla and his lips felt like clouds. how could you not go back to him?
it didn’t help that wonbin knew it was wrong to play with your emotions. he wasn’t a bad person by any means, just someone who needed constant temporary company. he did all he could for the girls he had sex with and communicated what he was looking for before the arrangements started. but you were different. you were innocent and naive, still believing that the romance in movies was something obtainable. wonbin liked that about you, he believed the fact that you were a hopeless romantic made you better in bed. it made you ride him even if your legs were burning and it made you relax your throat and let your tongue go limp so you could take all of him. it also made you come back to him over and over again. it was almost too easy getting you to make the late night drive to his apartment. 
wonbin tried to ween himself off of you for your own sake, but you didn’t let it last long. it was usually wonbin to text you first, and he thought that you would just move on with your life if he never reached out to you again. so when the time came around that wonbin would send the infamous text, he just masturbated to get sex off his mind and went to bed. but while he was sleeping soundly you were tossing and turning, checking your phone every ten minutes waiting for your bat signal. 
you hated to admit it felt like you were at your lowest those three days you had no contact with wonbin. holding out and not texting him was the last bit of power you had in your dynamic with him. your mind rationalized that as long as it was wonbin texting you, you had some semblance of control. but you willingly tipped the scale on day three, telling wonbin you wanted to see him. the way he read your message immediately made your heart swell, the three bubbles in the gray text made you regret everything. it was like you were taking the biggest risk of your life waiting for a response from him. 
you were lucky that your risk played out well for you that night. you relinquished the last authority you had to wonbin by telling you that you needed him, but he made it up to you when you showed up at his door. the way he moaned your name and marked your neck made you truly believe that you were his. wonbin fucking you into the mattress made you believe that romance movies and couples holding hands had nothing on this.
when you woke up next to wonbin the next morning, nothing had changed. he was still uninterested in getting involved romantically, only offering you a tired goodbye as you got up from his bed. 
after that, you knew you had nothing else to gain from your relationship with wonbin. it never stopped you from putting on your coat and driving over to him, or knocking on his door. but that didn’t stop you from opening your phone when he sent you his text.
sorry for going ghost
busy week at work.
you scoffed and rolled your eyes like you didn’t miss him. atleast he had the decency to try and explain the situation. you knew that it was the truth—wonbin didn’t care enough to lie to you.
couldn’t stop thinking about my favorite girl though
you just wish wonbin wasn’t so fucking awful. you wish he didn’t know it either. he knew how awful he was for calling you his favorite girl even though you were on his backburner all the time. he knew how awful he was for hitting all your spots just right, for knowing your body so well within a few minutes. and he was so fucking rotten for knowing how to get you to show up at his door late at night.
you walked up the stairs to his apartment after he buzzed you in. you wish you could say you weren’t tingling with excitement going up the stairs. knowing that wonbin wanted to spend time with you regardless of the circumstance made you happy. it was hard to not believe you weren’t the most important person in wonbin’s life when he looked at you that way when he answered the door.
the view before you was shocking—wonbin stopped trying to be sweet about your hookups a long time ago. he had ditched the casual clothes and started answering in just his boxers and a white tee to let you know what his intentions were. he stopped leading you to the couch to uselessly chat you up and ask questions he didn’t care to hear the answers to. now all wonbin did was answer the door and immediately lead you to the bedroom, expecting you to ditch your clothes on the way. but this wonbin answered with a gummy smile and kissed you passionately in the hallway of closed apartment doors.
”i missed you.” wonbin said sweetly when he pulled away.
you were too busy staring at him with wide eyes to answer. he pulled you into his small apartment, closing the door and locking it. wonbin took in. your shocked expression and laughed—he was so fucking awful.
you hated that wonbin’s apartment was tidy. you believed that if you could find just one disgusting thing about him you would be able to take off the rose tinted glasses, but his apartment was even cleaner than yours. it was always dimly lit but you could make out the decorations and see the color palette he was trying to achieve. you could tell a musician lived here, from the edited sheet music that laid on the coffee table and his guitar resting on the couch. you had dreams of him leading you to the living room and playing you a song that made him think of you. but you had to settle for wonbin leading you to his bedroom.
wonbin walked to the edge of his bed while you took off your shoes and jacket. usually guests take them off at the front door, but you weren’t given the privilege to put your things on the coat rack or your shoes by the front door. you had to settle for throwing your jacket on the back of his chair and your shoes by the door. you don’t know wonbin was like that, but you’re sure finding out would’ve only made you feel awful.
after taking off your coat and shoes, you walked around wonbin’s bed to him. his head followed you all the way from his door, watching you with careful eyes.
you stood in front of him, playing with the ends of his hair. wonbin wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your stomach. it was hard to not feel somber in these moments, with him being so touchy. you had seen wonbin in the mornings when you’d sneak away, hair splayed out on the pillow as the sun caught on his eyelashes. he looked so pure in those moments, nothing like the man that put you through emotional hell. his lips were soft even in the morning. even though wonbin was the devil in some aspects you couldn’t deny he wasn’t an angel, especially in the morning when his face was the first thing you woke up to. he was rotten but also so sweet, awful but so good. he was an enigma in your life, and it was a shame he didn’t want to be yours. but maybe if you sucked his dick good enough you’d change his mind.
wonbin continued to look at you as you got on your knees before him, slotting yourself between his legs. wonbin lifted his hips off the bed to take off his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. his dick was hard and heavy in your hand. you rested your head on his thigh, bringing his tip to touch your tongue. wonbin propped himself up on his arms after taking a look at you, he knew you knew what to do. he ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh when you took in as much as you could, using your hand to occupy the space you couldn’t reach.
you head still rests on his thigh when he brings himself upright again to look at you. you want to make sure he’s watching when you relax your throat and touch your nose to his stomach. wonbin grunts now, bucking his hips up in the slightest way to make you gag.
you take wonbin from your mouth to try and regain your composure. the hold he has on your hair tilts your head up. wonbin looks at your teary eyes and swollen lips. his dick pulses in your hand as he looks at how ruined you are. inside and out, all because of him.
“you’re so fucking pretty.” wonbin says.
you whimper at his compliment and take him back into your mouth after licking a long strip down the shaft that makes wonbin hiss. he’s cruel and enjoyes withholding the sounds he truly wants to make. he believes it makes you work harder. when he hits the back of your throat he lets you hear a whimper and when your throat vibrates as you gag on him he moans. 
“so good,” wonbin whispers. “almost there.”
and you are so good. wonbin has hands in your hair is just for show. he doesn’t have to push your head or buck into your mouth to get what he needs to cum down your throat. you just do it because you like him more than you should. the premise of being close also gives you the vigor to continue, ignoring the pain in your knees from kneeling on the ground and the soreness of your jaw. it makes you flick your tongue over wonbin’s tip, and when his hand suddenly tightens in your hair he cums without warning. wonbin’s legs stiffen under your palms, and he lifts his hips up slightly to meet your lips.
the only time your defiant is when it comes to swallowing wonbin’s cum. you never turn down eating it but each time your eyes switch from lust to disgust. you take it all because wonbin wants you to, but each time you stick out your tongue and make a bleugh sound.
“you need to drink some fucking water,” you grimace. “your cum tastes like toxic waste.”
that’s the only peak of your strong personality that wonbin gets to see. any other time you are so docile and pliant, saying your yes’s and please’s and thank you’s. you are more mysterious than him sometimes, the way you successfully hide so much of your personality from wonbin. maybe he just doesn’t care enough to pick more at your surface to find out. but maybe if you knew how to use the mysteriousness to your advantage wonbin would be more intrigued by you. regardless, you always go back to the same docile fuck buddy when wonbin lifts your chin up to look at him.
“you like eating it though, don’t you?” wonbin says simply.
you mindlessly nod you head and your eyes are filled with the same look of adoration before he came in your mouth. it makes wonbin equal parts turned on and smug, his limp dick already working back up to a semi.
wonbin moves back on the bed and you get up from the floor to follow him. you stumble onto the sheets, doing everything in your power to not show how stiff your knees are. you crawl towards wonbin sitting against the headboard with that stupid smirk on his face. he looks down at your chest. the way your breasts hang freely makes him want to put them in his mouth, or hold them tightly until you squirm.
when you’re leaning against the headboard wonbin hands you a water bottle resting on his bedside table. the bottle has collapsed in on itself slightly and had condensation inside. you thank him anyway for the room temperature water—it’s just what you need because wonbin is the one who gave it to you. you finish the bottle, but the taste of him still remains on your tongue.
“thank you.” you say
wonbin still looks at you as you place the water on the other bedside table. he smiles at how shy you suddenly are, waiting for him to initiate the next part of the night. something about you makes his libido increase tenfold. his dick is already hard and straining against his lower stomach.
“how do you want it? want me to be romantic?” wonbin said sarcastically.
you looked at him in confusion, not sure where the second comment came from. did you let something slip again in the heat of the moment? did he pay attention to your instagram story that was indirecting him?
whatever wonbin meant, it was long forgotten when he leaned into you to kiss you again. it was sick how good he was at kissing, even more sick that passionate kisses meant nothing to him. someone should only kiss their lovers the way wonbin was kissing you. he was so gentle pressing his open mouth against yours, pressing his tongue against yours so gently. you have never been kissed this way you’re entire life, it was twisted that wonbin expected you to not catch feelings by the way he carefully touched your face and didn’t pull away from you until you lost your breath.
he was rotten for treating you like glass. when you had sex with other men, they would tear off your clothes impatiently to fuck you as soon as possible, but wonbin always took his time. he would pull down the waistband of your sweatpants while still kissing you, all you had to do was lift your hips. he never took off your panties with your pants either, always giving your under garments extra care. he knew how to take off your bra with one hand and shimmy you out of your panties with the other, pulling away from your lips to sigh contently when you were completely naked for him.
“so gorgeous.” wonbin said, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
wonbin guided your body to straddle his hips, letting your pussy rest on his hard dick. he enjoyed this part the most, being able to feel how wet you were without being inside. he liked how shy you got sitting on top of him, swiveling your hips to spread your slick on his shaft. wonbin liked that you were just as dirty as he was and that you were able to adapt to what he wanted so quickly. he looked down to where you two were almost connected then looked up to you. wonbin liked the glint you had in your eyes, like you were waiting for him to say something.
“wanna ride me?” wonbin asked.
you nodded and lifted your hips up. wonbin maintained eye contact as he grabbed his tip and used the knuckle of his finger to rub down your folds, until he found your entrance. he let go of his dick and his hands found your hips. wonbin looked to you, waiting for you to give him permission to slowly pull you down to him. but you took matters into your own hands, sliding your body down his shaft slowly.
wonbin couldn’t stop his moan from coming out, and you could only look down at his face for a moment before feeling heat creep on your face. you let out a tiny moan and collapsed your body down to tuck your face into wonbin’s neck. you also gave up trying to ride him, making him thurst up into you.
“so cute.” wonbin said breathlessly.
he pressed your lips to his absentmindedly while he continued to fuck up into you. you don’t know why wonbin kept craning his neck awkwardly to see your face that rested on his shoulder. you don’t know why he was making himself uncomfortable just to see your face contort in pleasure. you had spent so many other times having sex with wonbin while your face stayed buried in his neck. this was to personal, especially when he used his hand that was holding your ass down to tilt your head up. it felt like wonbin’s blown out eyes were looking straight into your soul, watching you be consumed by him completely.
seeing wonbin so enthralled by you was what brought you to your peak. your moans pierced through your throat, and wonbin finally let you go to your safe place in his neck. while your body went stiff from pleasure, his slow speed increased significantly. the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room and your hands on his shoulder dug into his skin for stability. he was awful for letting the pain from your nails only spur him on. he didn’t stop while you clenched around him uncontrollably, or when your moans turned into babbles and cries. wonbin wrapped an arm around you and held you close, still thrusting up into you.
“take it baby—fuckkkkk.” wonbin groaned.
you could feel the sudden heat inside of you and wonbin pulling you even closer. his hips stilled and you milked him, both of you basking in the heat and electricity of the moment. it was you pulling away from wonbin now, looking into his face that he pressed against the pillows. you raised your hips up before gliding back down, feeling white molten lava seeping out of you. wonbin got whiny almost immediately, wincing from the overstimulation and the feeling of you still seizing around him. you loved this part the most, seeing him completely at your mercy. you basked in the thought of his other girls walking in and seeing you two like this. like you were the dominant one, the one cooing at him that it’s okay. but you were reminded who called the shots when wonbin used his strength to still your hips and pull himself of of you. 
you rolled off of him and caught your breath, wonbin did the same but took significantly longer than usual. the next time you inevitably end up on top of him you’ll have to do the same thing again.
while wonbin composed himself you walked to the bathroom and peed, cleaning up the wet patch on your thighs when wonbin pulled out. the worst part was after everything when you were in the bathroom alone, contemplating if your relationship with wonbin had changed. fuck buddies didn’t fuck like that you would always think to yourself. but then wonbin would come in and have that same smug look from the party. you were reminded who you were and who wonbin was and what your relationship was. it was painful, but it was necessary. you got up from the toilet wordlessly and flushed so wonbin could do the same.
you go back to his room to put your clothes on and head for the door. you’re sure wonbin would come out of the bathroom and not spare a second thought about the empty space on his bed. it was for the better. you decided in that moment you would leave his apartment and never come back—this time you were serious. maybe you would make something of your day tomorrow to celebrate your freedom. you thought that rotting in your bed and regretting your decision about wonbin seemed way more appealing than going on a walk or watching a movie. when you turned the doorknob to get out you heard wonbin’s sink turn off and the sound of him speed walking through his apartment.
you looked at the wonbin, eyes flitting to his marked neck and bed head. he still had sleep in his eyes when he took your head in his hands. you gave into him completely as he bent your head down. he pressed his warm lips to your forehead. it caught you by surprise the sudden affection. it kept you frozen in place as he pinched your cheeks, smiling as he opened the door.
“happy valentines day.” wonbin said while opening the door fully.
you are frozen at his door as he kisses your knuckles. you had forgotten what day it was and that the fourteenth of february was supposed to mean something. you wordlessly walk out his door and wonbin closes it behind you, walking back to his bedroom to go back to sleep.
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𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, Rafe Cameron.
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SUMMARY: valentines day sucked, no matter what you did.
WORD COUNT: 0.8k
WARNINGS: none!
[MAIN MASTERLIST]
divider by @s-hyia & @saradika-graphics !
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"God do I hate Valentine times." You complained to Sarah, with your head resting on her lap. As she racked her hands through you hair, humming in a agreement. You always spent this Holiday alone, no matter if you had a boyfriend of not. It was always alone.
"It shouldn't be this bad this year. You know you have me right?"
"What about John b?"
"He'll be fine, it's just one day." She teased pinching your checks with a smile on her lips. "I don't wanna take you from him. That would be messed up."
Rolling her eyes, Sarah adjusted you heads pulling you up to look into her eyes. "It's fine I promise you." She reinsured placing a light kiss on your cheeks.
"I mean you could always ask jj." She teased, moving her eyebrows up and down with a suggestive look.
"Lord no!" You gasped jerking out of her hold, with a disgusted look on your face. "Ew no! He's like a brother Sarah."
"Just saying."
"nope, nope, nope!"
A comfortable silence filled the room, as you rested your head back on Sarah's shoulder in her living room. Glancing back at the tv in—front of the both you.
Like a moth to a flame, Rafe was drawn from his room. Making his steps known as he walked down the stairs with purpose, making sure to make ever step count.
"Ugh here he comes." You grumbled picking at your fingernails. Being around him, even in a big room like this made you nervous. Maybe it was the way he carried him self. Like he was the king of the world. Or maybe it was the fact that you’ve been seeing him behind Sarah and everyone's back. Maybe it was that.
"Sarah." He breathlessly acknowledged, turning his full attention to you. nodding his head in your direction before walking to the kitchen. Examining where the pizza resided. Rolling his neck, before reaching up into the nearby cabinets, grabbing a plate.
"or him. . . no judging if you do. you know I want you to be happy." She shared. Eyeing her brother down, with a look of almost amusement and disgust.
Shaking you head. "Nah he doesn't seem like the type to actually have a valentines in general, nor a girlfriend."
"Never know till you try. Give me a minute, i gotta use the bathroom." She told you, patting your shoulders as she moved to move from the couch. Eyeing her brother down as she walked past him. Not before turning her head in your direction, giving you the same look she just briefly gave her own older brother. Closing the now open pizza box, Rafe left on display.
"So. . . what are you doing for valentines times?" You questioned him. Moving from your once comfortable spot on the couch, that now felt like a gilded cage, on full display for Rafe. From his position, looking over into the living room.
Readjusting to stand nearby, the open island. Leaning across it. To truly take in every detail, for the one and only Rafe Cameron.
"Uhm. . . why do you ask? You want something?" He asked snarky, raising an eyebrow at you, testing the waters. he wanted to know what was going on in your little brain of yours. “Cause what are you doing?”
"I asked you first."
"But I asked you second. So answer." He challenged, staring down into your eyes, with a shit eating grin on his face. That seemed to never leave.
"C'mon Rafe. What are you doing for real?"
"Nothing."
"You sure, cause i could have swear i heard Sofia say you were planning on taking her own the yacht." You accused him, arms crossed. Staring up at the older male, with a frown on your face.
"Why would I do that, when you’re here? Explain that to me." Clocking his eyebrow up with confusion.
"I don't know Rafe. You tell me. Cause last time I heard she was the one you’ve been seeing for the past few weeks?”
"It was a laps of judgment on my behalf, I’m not going to lie. But I told you this, when you asked last week."
"Whatever you tell yourself." You mumbled not trying to hear lies, you believed to be true.
"I'm being truthful for once in my life." He told you, rolling his eyes. Making his way around that counter that was blocking you from him. Shaking your head in denial. No he was a known liar to get what he wanted.
"I promises you, I'm telling the truth." He pleaded with you. Reaching out to grab your arms. He need you within reach before you pulled away more.
"Please don't lie to me Rafe. Please."
"I promise. No matter what you hear it will always be you."
"Even if she made you chose?"
"Even then." He told you truthful, with a small smile on his lips, glancing down at your lips.
"Then have me." You breathless mumbled glancing at his lips, biting your bottom lip.
You didn't have to tell him twice before she crashed him lips with yours, gripping tighter into your hips pulling you up for a more comfortable position. Devouring you lips, grunting into your mouth. Drawing a moan from yours lips, as you fought for dominance. Which you were sadly not winning. He could stay here for the rest of him life. But not only was Sarah's a few doors down, you both were in the middle of the living room.
Breaking away from you, with blown out eyes. Seemly glossed over, trying to caught you breath. Peering down at you with love filled eyes.
"Will you be mine?"
"Do you even have to ask."
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