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filtheopathic · 2 months ago

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ode to a situationship — otoya eita

PART 2 - the sixth time

WC - 4.3k

SYN - The ball is in your court now.

CW - [18+!] afab!reader mentioned to be wearing makeup and heels, alcohol mention, dubcon (bc of alcohol), oral (m receiving), unprotected piv sex, premature ejaculation, orgasm denial sort of - [terms used : babe, baby]

SERIES MASTERLIST — PREV — NEXT

the sixth time:

You and Otoya are a match made in hookup heaven, that much becomes clear rather quickly.

It’s easy, it’s fun. You’re hot and you banter with him. You laugh at his jokes despite calling them lame. And you’re kind of a freak (but Otoya is into that).

Most importantly, you don’t expect much from him besides a few mind-shattering orgasms like every other week or so. And even that expectation isn’t much of an expectation at all, seeing as you’ve never texted him first to hook up. The ball has been in his court this whole time.

Day-drinking with the girls is what changes that.

When Otoya receives a string of text messages from you in the middle of the day, his immediate reaction is something between fear and fascination. But once he sees that they start with ‘I’m 4 mimosas deep at brunch’ and end with ‘I’m so horny’, he lightens up significantly. Without a second thought he sends you his address (something Karasu has told him to not fuckin’ do anymore, since the last scorned woman who showed up seeking retribution through vandalism mistook his car for Otoya’s) and returns his attention to his video game.

You’re outside his complex within the hour, lipgloss rubbed off and legs on display.

On your way in, you realize hazily that this is your first time in his apartment. It’s spacious and well-furnished. Definitely a “man apartment” but everything is stylishly minimal and clean, the layout clearly thought-out. The walls are mostly empty except for a massive tv and a couple framed pieces of art, one of which seems to be some sort of action movie poster. Your eyes fall to a shelf where a cluster of pictures stands beside a small row of books.

All of the pictures are of men in soccer uniforms. Otoya is easy to spot amongst the group, if only because he seems so mellow compared to the imposing energy surrounding him. If their auras are loud and fiery, some even quite dark, then his is quiet and chilled, but still striking in its own way. Your attention gravitates to it immediately, just as it had when you first met. That makes you smile to yourself just a little.

One of the photos features him and a couple other teammates, all with medals hanging around their necks. Their uniforms are littered with grass-green scuffs, sweat glistening on toned skin, and you can see hints of a stadium in the background. It’s obvious that they’ve just won a match, and by the looks on the other men’s faces it was an important one. Otoya’s face is impassive as always, but you recognize the pride there only because you’ve come to know that shine in his eyes.

You knew he was a professional athlete, but the gravity of it all hadn’t really hit you. You made it a point to avoid googling his name and it simply wasn’t in your nature to fawn over the men you messed around with, especially ones with obvious egos.

(“You play soccer?”

“Yeah,” Otoya says coolly, leaning back against your kitchen counter with a post-sex sluggishness.

“Are you, like, good?”

His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes shine with a boyish sort of pride. “Yeah. They call me ‘the ninja’.”

You scowl at him, amusement barely concealed beneath. “Sure they do.”)

You settle into his couch while making idle conversation. You tell him of the day’s drunken shenanigans with your girls, and he informs you that he’s leaving the country tomorrow, traveling for a match. It’s all very casual and comfortable, even if you are buzzing with anticipation. You came here to get railed and he’s asking if you want to watch a movie (one he’d heard about from a teammate and thought you’d like) — you suspect he’s toying with you on purpose.

It’s fun for him, you think, to mess with you like this. You’re not the type to blush easy, so instead he settles for frustrating you. It’s irritating, of course, but you can’t deny that the push-and-pull is entertaining. There’s a charm to it that has kept you coming back these last couple months.

Otoya throws his arm over the back of the couch and aims the remote at the tv, but you don’t let him get very far before you’re running your hand up the side of his neck and into his hair. Forward. Suggestive without speaking a word.

His eyes cut over to you. “Can I help you, ma’am?”

Ignoring the moniker, you press on, now toying with the jewelry in his earlobe. “Thought my texts were clear.”

“I prefer face-to-face communication.”

You grip under his jaw and gently force him to look at you. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Wow. At least buy me dinner first.”

But his words have no weight like his greedy hands. They find your hips and pull you smoothly into his lap, and at the same time your mouth — impatient and still tasting of citrus — envelops his. Movie officially forgotten, you begin making out in earnest right there on his living room couch.

Kissing Otoya has become familiar in a way that sheds uncertainty. It’s no longer clumsy like the first time, and not so experimental like the next few times; there’s a comfortable ease settling in now. Still hungry, still undeniably lustful, but easy. A smooth flow, a familiar rhythm.

The heat steadily rises between you, kisses getting wetter, bolder. You bite and pull on his lower lip the way you know he likes, smiling at the groan you get out of him. And with a force he knows you like, he palms the back of your neck and deepens the kiss, his tongue pressing forward to slide against yours.

A hand searches up under your shirt, smoothing over the curve of your lower back. The skin-to-skin contact makes you even more impatient. You know he’s taking his time with you, exploiting your eagerness to bring you to desperation — and it’s working. All the light groans and chaste touches are making you throb. You need him to touch you — really touch you. In a subconscious search for that friction you bare down on his lap and roll your hips back, gasping lightly into his mouth when the hard shape of him presses into you.

“You have to take responsibility for that, you know,” he says, breathless but still smug.

You want to call him an asshole, tell him that he’s the one who should be taking responsibility, but his hands are already gripping your hips, fingers sinking into plush skin and holding you still as he grinds up into you.

Fuck.

You know you say it out loud by the way his eyes light up like a fox on a hunt. His hold on your hips tightens.

“You want it that bad?” His lips are close to your ear now, voice low and teasing. Hands guiding you to grind down on him again, and again. “What was it you said in those texts? You miss my dick and you’re so horny?”

Otoya shifts his grip, palms smoothing over your ass and squeezing hard. You’re so wet you can feel the stickiness of it when he grabs you, the slip of your panties when he guides you over his cock. You’re turning to jelly in his lap and he knows it.

“I wanna hear you say it. Don’t get shy now.”

He’s right, of course, you do want it that bad, you did say all that shit — but you don’t want to say it out loud. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction a second time — not yet, not like this.

You need to get the reins back.

Otoya gives them up easily, making no moves to resist when you untangle yourself and shift your weight. Crawling down to the floor, you hook both hands in the waistband of his sweats as you go and pull lightly in request — “Take these off.” You ignore his question, and he forgets it immediately.

In a smooth, quick motion, he pulls his sweats and boxers down and kicks them off to the side, baring himself to you with a thinly veiled excitement. Spreading his legs wide, he slides his hips down further on the seat of the couch. There’s a cool confidence ever present in his body, bordering on cocky as he settles back into the cushions and looks down at you expectantly. Like he’s waiting for you to put on a show for him. It’s as infuriating as it is arousing, and it’s exactly what you were seeking out by texting him in the first place.

His cock stands long and hard, arching back towards his abdomen, almost mocking in how pretty it is. Smooth and milky in color, not thick but more than satisfying in length. You take him in your hand, squeezing and giving a slow, experimental pump as you shift closer. He smells like men’s body wash and a light, natural musk that clings to his skin. It fills your head, makes you feel drunk all over again.

Heavy-lidded and hazy, you rub your cheek against his dick like a cat with its favorite toy. Up, down, then across to the other cheek with a firm grip on the base, disregarding the way it might sully your makeup. You’re taking your time – returning the favor. Otoya keeps himself steady, and you know by the way his gaze keeps flickering to your lips that he’s fighting the urge to take over and press himself past them.

You smack him gently against the side of your face just to feel the weight. His stomach tenses, his grip on his patience weakening by the second.

“Been thinking about this all day…” you admit, your voice a low drag of arousal, “Could barely focus at brunch. I just kept thinking about how badly I needed to suck your dick.”

You run your lips up the side of him, breath warm on his skin. “It made me so wet to think about. Almost wanted to touch myself right there under the table. If I had gotten any more drunk I might have.”

Otoya curses under his breath. You smile.

His tip is nice and flushed now, glistening with precum that’s been steadily leaking with each pulse and twitch. You wet your lips with it, still teasing, before dipping your tongue in to taste. Otoya breathes in, tense.

“Stay still,” you tell him, “Be good.”

Arousal clouds your mind after that, and you feel his hand gently push your hair out of your face as you finally suck the tip of him into your mouth. You rest there for a moment, sucking and massaging the underside of it with your tongue until you feel his body tense even further, then you let yourself drop down.

The cockiness melts away with Otoya’s head falling back between his shoulders.

The satisfaction of it is indescribable. Not just the power trip that comes with hearing him moan into the open air of his living room, but the feel of him. Maybe it’s the bit of alcohol still swirling in your system, or your own oral fixation, but the fit of him inside your mouth makes your head swim. His skin is warm, practically radiating, and firm pressed against the flat of your tongue. Thick enough to form your lips around nicely and long enough to make you strain.

You take him as far down as you can without gagging and suck all the way back up. The act pulls a pleased little mmm from your chest, like having him in your mouth is quenching some animal thirst.

Your gaze finds Otoya’s again, lashes fluttering as you take him deeper this time. He’s watching you greedily, eyes a shocking green in the bright light of daytime, even with his hair in his face and his lids heavy.

Your mouth is getting wetter now, drool gathering around his cock and leaving it shining when you pull back up. Down, up, down — a steady, rhythmic bob of your head that’s quickly getting sloppier and louder. Down again, with your throat as open as you can manage to try and take him to the base, hand coming up to cup his balls as though you may just stuff them into your mouth once you swallow the rest of him — and you gag loudly right before you make it. It’s a lewd, wet sound that leaves you looking pleased when you pull off. Otoya breathes out a curse.

“So good,” he murmurs as he gathers your hair in his hands, holding it away from your face, “You’re so fucking good.”

You’re the cocky one now, the feeling curling around your body and guiding you to… well, put on a show. But it’s not to entertain so much as it’s a compulsion. You just feel so sexy. The sensation pumps through your veins, hot and euphoric, and you continue to feed it with his reactions. You’re good at this; even without the explicit praise you could tell by the squeeze in his voice. The way he hisses through his teeth and his thigh flexes under your palm.

You know how you must look — on your knees, still fully dressed besides the kitten heels you left by his door. Your eyes sparkling with the tears that have sprung up from your gag reflex. Your cheeks hollowed, lips forming a tight wet ring around his cock, leaving the last hint of your lip gloss on his skin. If your mouth wasn’t full you might just tell him to pull out his phone and take a picture so you can admire the sight too – the way he so clearly is, with your hair in his hands and his gaze fixated on your face.

Down again, with a loose jaw and hungry determination, and when you feel him hit the back of your throat you push.

“Holy shit—”

You pull off with a dramatic intake of breath, replacing your throat with a hand and pumping his length. Pursing your lips, you push out more of the saliva that’s been flooding your mouth and watch it fall onto the head of his cock, dripping and disappearing into the mess. It wets your palm, singing out loud schlick-schlick-schlick sounds with your movements.

Otoya can’t help himself now, so it seems, as he reaches out and swipes his thumb over the shine on your lips. It slips in after a moment and you suck, missing the feeling, your hand still twisting up and down his cock.

“Pretty little mouth…” his thumb presses down, running along your tongue as you drop your jaw open and stick it out for him, spit dripping from the tip. Nasty, messy. “Fuck, come here—“

He’s kissing you before you’ve even climbed back up, leaning forward and over where you’re still resting on your knees. It’s deep and wet. Hungry. He guides you with one hand on your throat and the other on the back of your head, making you pliant as he licks and sucks and tastes himself on your tongue. So sloppy and shamelessly horny that your attention is drawn back to the sticky throb between your legs.

In a sudden rush of hands, you end up standing with your bottoms peeled from your skin and thrown off to the side. He kisses over your stomach, your hips. There’s a hunger there that you’re too impatient to feed, instead pushing him back lightly so you can straddle his lap.

You’re kissing again, getting lost in the rhythm of his mouth on yours. Otoya is a good kisser — so good that if you were anybody else and here for any other reason you’d be suspicious of him. Instead you just moan when he sucks on your tongue, and lift your chin for him when he begins to wander down to bite bruises into your neck.

It’s a practiced sort of maneuver, you think, to get down towards your chest — one he’s performed so many times that it’s become muscle memory. But you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s carefully pulling your top down under your breasts and finally fitting them into his palms. He squeezes and pushes them together, then greets your hardened nipple with his tongue before enveloping it in his mouth. Your back arches into the heat.

As if just remembering what you came here for, you sit down fully on his lap. You’ve been hovering over him, distracted by his mouth after putting your knees to the cushions, but now you let your weight settle down — and trap his cock right beneath your pussy.

Immediately, you want to feel some friction. To soothe that desperate ache that’s swelled between your legs. With an assured roll of your hips, you drag your pussy up along the underside of his cock. It slips deliciously against him, wet skin on firm wet skin, and Otoya releases your nipple with a moan, face twisting at the sensation.

Something sadistic dances on your lips.

“You’re gonna take responsibility for that,” you pull his attention up with a firm grip on his jaw, your faces so close you can feel him pant, “right?”

You grind back and forth, agonizingly slow, so warm but not warm enough – so wet but he knows it could be wetter. A breath pushes out from his chest, something between a laugh and a pained huff. “Whatever you want, babe.”

His tip catches on your entrance and his breath catches with it, but you change the angle and continue your smooth glide along his length.

You smirk. “Tell me you want it.”

Where you may have reservations about begging to be fucked, Otoya has none. He’d bark and do tricks if it meant you’d put his dick inside you faster.

“I want it.”

“How bad?”

Green eyes flutter closed at the next roll of your hips, satisfaction clear on his features despite the position he’s in – perhaps because of the position he’s in.

“Really bad.”

The pleasure is already building, desperate and swollen as you drag your clit against him.

“I’m gonna use you to cum.” You brace a hand on his knee and hook the other around the back of his neck, giving him a delicious view and pulling his head down to appreciate it. Like this, you also have better leverage to really move your hips the way you need. Getting nothing but sweet, mind-numbing friction on your clit that you chase greedily.

And like a perfect, willing toy he lets you. Watches the head of his cock appear and disappear from between your legs, all wrapped up in your slick heat without being fully satisfying. His chest is flushed and heaving, little mms and ahs pushing from it with each breath.

“Gonna use you to cum just like this,” you repeat, voice going tight with pleasure, “and then you’re going to fuck me.”

Otoya has nothing to say to that, no protest or saucy response. He just cups his hands under the fat of your breasts and enjoys the view of you unraveling.

And unravel you do — quickly. You’ve been sexually frustrated all day and it shows as your body quivers, movements becoming sloppy. His cock is throbbing, so hard it’s pushing up against you with resistance and giving your swollen clit just enough pressure to send you careening towards the edge. You gasp out a little oh and his eyes dart up to your face.

“Yeah? Already?”

Otoya’s hands are back on your hips, forcing you to keep grinding like earlier but now with no clothing to separate you — now with your bare cunt on him, slippery and hot and so, so sensitive. It’s agonizing. You can feel your body chasing and running away from the sensation in equal parts, but he holds you tightly down on him even as your nails begin to dig into his skin.

“Do it,” he tells you, leaning back into the cushions so he can watch. “Come on, baby. I’m— ah, dying to fuck you. I’ll say please, if that’s what you want.”

You don’t have the chance to take him up on the offer.

In a flash-bang of pleasure, you throw your head back and cum. Loudly, selfishly. Waves of heat overtake your senses and pour right out of you as your pussy floods itself over his cock. It coats him in fresh arousal, adding even more slip. Otoya keeps you moving, hands pushing and pulling as you ride out your orgasm to oversensitivity, but the added lubrication gives you both what you’ve been dying for — his cock finally slipping into your still-spasming cunt.

A synchronized groan fills the living room.

There’s only a split second of pause before Otoya is wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down, then burying himself up inside you to the hilt. And your cunt doesn’t resist in the slightest, so wet and ready from your orgasm that it’s practically welcoming him home. Another pause — your entrance stretched around the base of him, your insides squeezing his hard length — and then he begins to move.

His pace is immediately brutal, hips meeting yours in hard, precise smacks, teeth gritting in your ear as he holds you against him. “If you’re gonna use me, you gotta use me completely right?”

The couch creaks with the weight, both arms tight around your waist to keep you steady while his hips snap up into you. Your pussy drools down over his length as it pumps in and out, making it shine in the weakening daylight, giving him all the lube he needs to give you exactly what you came here for — to be fucked.

Spurred on by the overwhelming pleasure of finally, finally being filled, you begin to bounce on his lap to meet his thrusts. It feels so good, everything you’ve been wanting, his cock spearing you open and reaching up inside you, dragging against your walls and sending euphoria licking up your spine. He fills you up perfectly, something you’ve become accustomed to. Just enough to make your toes curl but not too much to make it hurt. The perfect size to squeeze around and cum on.

And you’re going to — oh god, you’re going to any second now. You’ve given yourself over to the chase at this point, lost to the pump of his cock inside you, shameless in your pursuit of your next orgasm — uncaring of the way he’s suddenly gone still beneath you, his hands death-gripping your waist and his eyes flying open in panic.

“Oh fuck— wait, fuck—“

He pulls you up off of him, hurriedly slipping out of you and reaching around your thigh to squeeze— but he’s too late. Hot cum splatters up onto your ass and lower back. It shoots from his dick in hard spurts, his fist wringing the rest of it out as he makes a whiny sound of defeat. His hips buck a few times, rubbing his tip against the fat of your ass like he can’t help it while the last of his load dribbles out and smears onto your skin.

Otoya slumps into the couch beneath you, eyes closed and panting. You blink, the initial shock settling, and then you can’t help but snicker. If he’s embarrassed about cumming too fast he doesn’t show it, still the picture of self-assuredness with his cock going soft against your ass. It’s better than tripping over an excuse or needing to be reassured. Plus he’s cute like this, you think, all flushed and boneless.

Feeling your gaze, he peeks up at you with one eye and you card your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. Wordlessly, he pulls you down for a kiss soft enough to be mistaken for an apology.

“You wanna go again?” he asks quietly into your mouth, hands already beginning to wander.

You nip at his lower lip. “I don’t wanna break you.”

“I’m resilient.”

“I don’t wanna tire you out before your flight tomorrow.”

His tone goes faux-serious. “My training has prepared me for this.”

You giggle, and it chimes pretty in his ears. Something stirs to life in his stomach that he can’t quite put a name to. Like, if you made that same sound and pushed your tits up against him a bit more he’d very quickly get hard again. Or something like that.

“It’s ok, I still had fun,” you assure him, understanding the unsaid and appreciating the concern for your pleasure. Your cunt is still throbbing dully, deprived of it’s second orgasm but—

“I really have to go.”

The explanation stops there. No ‘I have work in the morning’ or ‘I have an appointment’ or even a lame-ass excuse like ‘I think I left the stove on.’ It’s a wide open statement that, for some shadowy reason, makes Otoya shift uneasily.

But if Otoya is good at anything, it’s shrugging off unpleasant feelings. The uneasiness is quickly replaced with an admiration for your exposed skin as you begin to make moves to leave. When you turn around and gesture to the mess of cum glistening on your backside he makes a comment about it being something to remember him by, but ultimately passes you the boxers he’d been wearing to clean it up. (“They’re just going in the laundry anyway.”)

With the cab called and your heels shimmied back onto your feet, you straighten up in his entryway and let him peck you on the lips one last time.

“Make it up to me next time,” you say with a flirtatious lilt, creating distance between you as you back out the door and turn to leave.

Otoya watches your hips switch as you make your way down the hall and you throw him a look over your shoulder, gaze lingering for a moment before the door shuts behind you.

Next time.

A pleasant feeling washes over him; relief, maybe, mixed with something else — something heavier.

NOTE - ty for getting this far!! just wanted to pop in and say i appreciate you for reading <3 and if you rb and leave me comments then we may just have to get married. ok bye ily

#ty to my 5 friends who are interested in this update hehehe. genuinely this is for u <3 #filthopedia #tw alcohol #otoya eita x reader #otoya x reader #bllk x reader

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noodledrawsandstuff · 4 days ago

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(Tag dump/long post warning) Appreciation Post !!! Big ups to my gang

Felt like being nice today >:) This year hasn't been all that good to me, but these wonderful people have been a great help! (Even if I don't talk to/interact much with some of them) They're all sweethearts and if you like me for whatever reason then you should follow them if you don't already! (Sorry if I get repetitive but hehe + sorry if I forget someone... there's a shit load to go through here, I might need two posts-)

Of course I have to start with my all my fellas: cotton_candylover (watch-through buddy!), bara_kid_pirates (helped make my strawpage!) and purple_rainfrog (my co-writer in the dark ages...), you lot are great and I love watching through anime and being little shithead weirdos with you :3 why don't you have tumblr 😠 I'm going to skin you

@drago-is-me You are my lil guy and I want to grab and throttle you, also I love your art I want to kiss you platonically and then fight you to the death

@fortheloveofkiller I love your art sm!!!! You are greatness, and I will always respect a fellow Killer lover

@wyvernslovecake Shriek is my daughter and I love her dearly, you're very silly and I love you for it, also your writing is 👌

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@shipshinablog Your art is absolutely delicious, I adore how you draw Heat and Wire they are just so beautiful I want to kiss them

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@don-mellow Hehehe your art is scrumptious I love your big juicy muscular big titty men especially your Wire he is so fine

@magnuspirate I absolutely adore your art, your Heat is magnificent ty for showing him the love he deserves, plus your designs for the crew are so peak ough *eats* (ty for grey haired Wire I want to kiss him he's so pretty)

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@gratefulcheeses Your art makes me so feral, the way you draw my favourite beautiful boys is so ough delicious I will devour it

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@lfypj Your art is so fucking good oml I am in love with how you draw Kid and Killer they look so damn fine

@swampstew-stories (I cant tag your main lol-) I am feral for your writing ough it is just immaculate (personal shoutout to the Kid OnlyFans AU and Killer Tiktok AU they both give me life in very different ways)

@misaneeragoni FOTW!!! Your art is wonderful it makes me all giddy, also you are wonderful too!

Alright I think that's it.... unless I make a part 2 then it isn't- Either way, ty for sticking around if you got this far! You're a real trooper (insert name here.) Go follow the people above they're all wonderful and they deserve the world! All their art and fics and beautifulness has helped me at a time where I felt like the water in the Thames, this post doesn't even begin to describe how much I appreciate them and love what they do but I hope its at least something!

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killerlookz · 7 months ago

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hiiii, could you do these for the ask game?

3, 19, 24, 28

break my heart again pls 🙌🏻

omgggg all so angsty.... hehehe i love it ty for the ask <3

full ask prompt here: click here to see previously answered asks

3. Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? 19. what’s their favorite pass time when they’re upset? 24. do either of them have the other’s stuff lying around their house? 28. what’s their go-to breakup/angst song?

pairing: heartbeat! reader x joost

RPF below the cut, do not interact if uncomfortable!!!

3. Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

Joost says I love you first, and if it were anybody else you'd be concerned with how fast he said it- just over a month after your first date.

Joost hadn't even meant to say it, but he meant what he said. It's painstakingly late, the two of you finally getting to bed after a long night out for a mutual friend's birthday. You're riddled with exhaustion, the faint tingle of intoxication still lingering, leaving you dazed as you lay in bed next to Joost.

The bright white of the moon peeks through a gap in Joost's blinds, casting the room in a soft glow. Joost wraps his arms around you, pressing his bare chest to your back, pulling you close. It's pure bliss. Pure happiness.

He presses a couple kisses to the crown of your head, before straining his neck to reach over and kiss your cheek. If he wasn't so tired he'd lay there kissing you for hours, unable to keep himself from you.

But the two of you both struggle to keep your eyes open, unable to escape the clutches of your own exhaustion. Joost lays his head back down on the pillow, placing one more kiss to the top of your head before mumbling against your scalp,

"Slaap lekker, schatje," He hums, nuzzling his cheek against your hair, "Ik hou van jou." Joost had often lost all concept of English once ehe hit a certain point of exhaustion, much easier to talk in his native language than attempt to translate in his head.

Unfortunate for you, as you usually had to try your best to decipher what it was he was saying. Except for this, you knew this, you knew exactly what he was saying. You're caught off guard, your tiredness escaping you for a few brief moments as the shock hits, he loves you. You wonder if he had meant to say it, or if it had just slipped off his tongue.

Regardless you know he means it, you can feel it, you love him too.

"I love you too, Joost." A soft smile pushing at the corners of your lips as you close your eyes.

You couldn't see it but Joost is smiling too, his cheeks a pretty pink as he snuggles against you.

as for who end their arguments in a fight with "because i love you"- its definitely you. Truthfully, you're usually the one who picks the fights to begin with, usually over little things, little things that eventually become big things due to Joost's persistent avoidance of complicated subjects in your relationship.

Toward the end of an argument, once you're all cried out, cheeks stinging, eyes puffy, head tense and aching, you have no fight left in you, you dont want to argue anymore, you just want things back to normal.

After a few moments of silence, lingering tension thick in the air, you'll give a final, pathetic, "I love you", trying to use those three words as an explanation of why you've gone through all of what you just did.

you love him, and you can't stand that issues in your relationship never seem to get solved, and so badly do you just want to move passed them, so things can be happy again.

but joost loves you too, loves you too much to even want to acknowledge problems in your relationship to begin with, even problems with himself. scared if he acknowledges them you'll "come to your senses and leave"

and you do.

19. what’s their favorite pass time when they’re upset?

when you're upset with each other, Joost's favorite pastime is to go to the studio with Tantu and work on new music, channeling all of his energy and all of his emotions into whatever project he's working on.

He has a ton of songs that will remain unreleased, expressing his true feelings, all of the things he wishes he could say to you but can't. It helps him for a little bit, its not as good as getting everything he says off his chest too you, but he feels like its the most he can do, too scared to go any further.

unfortunately for you, when you're upset with Joost you don't have an outlet like he does with music. Instead, to pass the time with good old fashion retail therapy. Sometimes you'll sit on the couch, hunched over your laptop, sipping on your second glass of wine, late at night, scrolling through your favorite clothing website, mindlessly adding everything that looks cute to your cart.

You'll regret it come morning when you've probably spent way more money than you should of, noting you'll have to cut back on spending a little for the rest of the month, but for now it soothes you.

sometimes you'll prefer to just take yourself out and do the shopping in person. heading to the little cafe you like around the corner for a latte before spending your day on the town, going into all of your favorite stores in the city. it's a little easier to control your spending here at least, but still, sometimes you can't help but splurge on something that you absolutely must have, finding it worth it even if it soothes your sadness just a little.

if you're just upset in general and not necessarily at each other, for both of you, you just enjoy passing the time in each others company, just being together often makes you two feel at least a little better, doesn't matter what you're doing- going out on a date, spending the night in, taking a nap, showering together- whatever it is, just as long as you're with each other you feel better.

this extends post breakup too, wanting to be in the other ones company when upset.

a countless amount of times you've shown up at Joost's door after a shitty shift at work, or an argument with Michael. Joost had become good at reading you, he can tell almost immediately when something's wrong, hurrying you into his apartment as soon as he sees you behind the door.

those moments are usually wordless, Joost ushering you in, and you immediately headed straight for his arms. You know you shouldn't, it's an act perhaps even more intimate than just having sex, the emotional aspect of it all. but you can't help yourself, nobody else's company able to bring you the peace that Joost could offer.

but at the same time, no one else could bring the turmoil he did too.

24. do either of them have the other’s stuff lying around their house?

absolutely! tons, and tons of things.

Both of yours closets are littered with each other's clothes. You'll often take your clothes off to sleep at Joost's, putting his on instead, and the next morning you'll end up heading home, still dressed in his clothes, which in turn become your clothes.

You both also have some of your toiletries at the other ones house- so frequently being at the each others houses you just end up leaving some things there so you don't have to take them back and forth.

After the two of you break up, nobody makes an effort to give the other one their things back- neither of you able to part with what is left of the other.

You still have a ton of Joost's clothes, you still wear them to bed, sometimes they still smell like him- lying in bed you'll wrap your arms around one of the stuffed animals he bought you, holding it close while you inhale the scent that lingers on his clothes, trying your best to dream of the happier times when you two were still together.

Joost still has a ton of your things too, as I had mentioned in my last fic you'd left a bunch of skin care products at his house- but that's not the extent of it.

For you it's mainly little things he finds around his apartment after you break up. A necklace on his bedside table, a lipstick under his bathroom counter, the ring that you had swore you lost between his couch cushions- all of which remind him of your once constant presence in his house.

28. what’s their go-to breakup/angst song?

ok...so I have a couple- ok so, I head canon that for this series Joost is like, super into Lil Peep (which I can postulate isn't even a head canon giving the everything about him, especially when he was younger) anyways, for this reason I think

Walk Away as the Door Slams, is a huuuuuuuuuuuge song for him, both when things are about to go completely south for you two, and when you finally actually break up.

But also definitely Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead, the whole "If I could be who you wanted," thing towards the end... yeah... gets him every.fucking.time. Sometimes he'll just sit and listen to it on a loop, over and over, letting out a pitiful sob, reminiscing on all of the things he could have done better should have done better.

Not a breakup song, but another angst song for him is Sex by The 1975... well not much explanation needed, literally just the frustration of hooking up with another man's girlfriend when you want her so bad, and know you can treat her better.

For you-well, I don't know your music taste, so I'm going purely off vibes and lyrical content with how it pertains to the situation.

Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers is a big one, just the whole narrative of being so deeply in love with someone but knowing it's not necessarily good for you. You've violently sobbed more times than you can count to the "Know its for the better" lines, because yes, breaking up with Joost, was for the better (or at least you tell yourself it will be) but its still so hard.

Ghost by Sky Ferreira, by no means is it an angry angry song but you definitely put it on when you're not feeling so much self pity, and rather just more upset about the situation at hand, upset at Joost mostly for basically forcing your hand at making you break up with him.

Lastly, when you're feeling insanely guilty about the whole Michael situation, Cry by Cigarettes After Sex- you know you should probably feel guilty for how you're treating Michael when you listen to that song, but you definitely feel very very guilty for the position Joost is in this situation, and this song absolutely reminds you of that fact.

I fear Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley is a song that resonates with both of you.... "maybe im too young to keep good love from going wrong." .... yep.... gets you both.

#joost klein x reader #rpf #heartbeat! au #heartbeat! asks

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hotluncheddie · 10 months ago

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Wiggly-Worm Wednesday!!! 🧠🪱

share a recent brainworm and tag your friends to do the same!

ty @scoops-aboy86 @marvel-ous-m @devondespresso & @runninriot for the tag :3

gonna share my most recent brainworm bc my actual WIP's are hidden away atm, not ready to be written yet

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Thinking about Steve washing Eddie's hair, because he can't do it on his own, and because Steve wats to. Wants to do this, for Eddie.

Steve tries to set it up as much like a real salon as he can, Macgyvering a chair with pillows so Eddie can rest his head comfortably over the wide kitchen sink. Steve goes all out, double shampoos and leaves the conditioner to sit while he massages Eddie's head a jaw; watching the guy go boneless and sleepy, the pinched scar tissue across his neck and cheek relaxing for the first time since Steve watched Eddie's eyes flutter open in the hospital months ago.

And maybe after, maybe during, Eddie asks Steve how he ever knows what he's doing. 'You're good at this man.' And Steve confesses that after graduating, after losing Nancy and Tommy and Carol. His parents moving more permanently to work on the side of the business located out of state: Steve was lonely.

Working at scoops and only really having to cover the cost of his car; his parents still fine with him using the credit card for groceries and bills (or not fine, but, they never said anything otherwise) and Steve didn't exactly have a lot of social activities he needed to splurge on anymore. Meaning while he saved a bulk in the lockbox in his closet, there was a decent amount that just seemed to be burning a hold in his pocket.

Steve was lonely. Steve wanted to feel good. So Steve started going to a salon two towns over.

He'd go once a month maybe, get a trim and his hair washed. Ask the hairdresser about haircare and oils and moose, not really sure what else to ask about, sometimes getting into shop gossip once they knew him as a regular. Started getting highlights and more layers and sometimes the nail lady would massage his hands while they washed his hair just because, 'You just look so tense honey.'

A little bit of care for a lonely Indiana boy, a little bit of touch, and kindness, and community.

So Steve wanted to wash Eddie's hair, give him a little bit of the same.

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(not sure how to make this into a scene that isn't just steve monologuing but, anyway, here is my worm)

no pressure tagging: @scoops-aboy86 @marvel-ous-m @devondespresso @runninriot hehehe

also: @pearynice @steviewashere @someforeignband and anyone else who wants to show me their worms 🪱

#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #ideas #happy sad i think #eddies heart might break a little but he cherishes steve sharing with him #wiggly wednesday

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emmyrosee · 2 years ago

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Kirishima???? Did you mean The best boyfriend to ever exist????? His shirt? Boyfriend material. His hoodie? Bf material. Everything about him just screams best boyfriend energy I can explain it??? (also huge bi wife energy but that’s a topic for another day and might just be me thinking that but 👀)

like he’s so sweet and caring and he is the most golden retriever bf ever imo. comforts you like you’ve never been comforted before, he’s also like SO playful it’s insane. baby forgets he’s that strong sometimes and would definitely be apologizing profusely after accidentally launching you onto the bed a bit too harshly while you’re laughing your head off. also he definitely cries during any dog movie ever, even if it’s happy. Hypes you up always even if he doesn’t get what’s happening yet. best bf. what a guy. you’d be the parents of your friend group as a couple but also just so individually childish it gives them whiplash.

If you couldn’t tell, I love kirishima with my whole heart and will take any opportunity to talk abt him ty for giving me the opportunity hehehe <3

IM LITERALLY GOINF TO LIGHT MTSELF ON FIRE AND NO ONE PUT ME OUT-

Kirishima absolutely launching me out of bed is an image I needed like. Three years ago. I love it so much. Like just patting the bed next to you to invite him in to cuddle, and he just leaps next to you and, effectively, flings you into the air and nearly onto the floor.

“BABY!” He shrieks, trying to grab all your limbs and pull you back up, while you just scream and giggle in reply.

He just. HFBDOEND

And he’d text you all the time about silly nonsense because he thinks you’ll want to know about anything and everything he sees through the day, and when you ask him about it, he smiles and confidently admits that he wants it to feel like you’re there with him, and it makes your bottom lip quiver slightly because why is he so sweet, come on now-

He doesn’t really get why it made you slightly emotional, but hey- free, cuddly hugs make him weak and who would he be to complain?

He’s just so sweet. And he’s so considerate, he’s always the boyfriend who switches food with you because you don’t like yours, always has some money for vending machines that he knows you’ll want something from, and he does it all with a loving smile on his face.

One day, you noticed how he started carrying around a lot more coins, and when you asked, he confessed that it was for when you pass a crane machine or gashapon machine because he knows you’ll ask him to try it, and who would he be to say no? Cruel, that’s who.

And when it comes to the nitty gritty, the core of your relationship, yeah, it’s chaos. And your friends tease you both all the time for it, how “obsessed” you two are with each other, but that’s how it should be. Two people in love, who can barely keep their hands off of each other, can’t go more than an hour without texting, and the worst fights they get into are what kind of chips they should by at the store. Who’s communication is just that solid, their loyalty undeniable and fresh and secure.

And if your friends don’t seem to get that?

Their loss.

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almostempty · 4 months ago

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Favorite movies tag game

rules: without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films, then tag ten people to do the same.

ty to @joelmillerisapunk and @persephone-girl and @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal for tags!!

i think this was one of the first tag games i was ever tagged in back in the summer when @auteurdelabre and @thischarmingmandalorian were my only friends so tagging again heheh and also: @gothcsz @syd-djarin @lovely-vamp-princess @swankyorange

@mermaidgirl30 @ace-turned-confused @probablyreadinsmut @itwasntimethatdidit40 @jensenasskl @bbyanarchist @94namkooksworld sorry if u been tagged already <3

#tag game #movies

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mitnnvy · 5 months ago

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Haii :3

I wonder, what are all the ships you ship Saiky with? Including other people's OCs, I wanna see fan character ships!!!

Helloooo!!! Ty for the ask!! ^^

Hm... So I've already shipped several ships with Saiky and with my friends' OCs, but now it's reserved for Saikyon!!

Saiky x kaiko (This was my first ship with her),, Saiky x Nyen,, Saiky x nana,, Saiky x Mao ( my friend oc),, Saiky x Roxanne,, Saiky x yarkoi,, AND SAIKY X YOKU (HELP ME) and Saiky x Mary

Hehehe, But Saikyon is my favorite ship (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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rosedive · 2 months ago

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get to know me <3

ty for the tag friend @residentrookie <3

3 ships i like: gonna do the ones im currently reading for soooo satosugu, itafushi, andddd eruri

first ever ship: hmm probably drarry when it comes to reading? but just generally I fucked with duncan & courtney from TDI as a child like I loved those two I was locked in

last song u heard: are we still friends? by tyler the creator

fave childhood book: I lovedddd the clique series

currently reading: gonna be so fr... nothing. brain is fried. was last reading outlawed by anna north bc it was recced to me as a sapphic western and about halfway through I realized it was not that so I angrily dnfed

currently watching: tokyo ghoul & law and order svu <3

currently consuming: mmm I had a pink red bull last. summoning the energy to go get stuff to make chicken noodle soup <3

currently craving: chicken noodle soup..........

pets: hehehe my kitties dolly & jack <333 dolly is locked away recovering from surgery and jack is snoozing beside me on the couch. my babies fr <3

np tags <3 @pissmotif @magswrite @static-radio-ao3 @veryinnovative @drowninginthoughts27 @calamitoustide

#tag game

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midorimooon · 1 month ago

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oh my gosh i just saw the notification for Time To Pretend and have to sit through the next 2 hours at work foaming at the mouth until i can go home and read it 😭😭😭

the perfect way to celebrate jean boy's birthday <3

but i must ask my dear, what would you and jean be doing on his special day?

p.s. ty for writing TTP it's sooooooo special xox

Wildie!! I hope those two hours fly by!! Hehehe it’ll be there waiting for you <3 something for everyone’s monday, and to celebrate Jean’s bday, I couldn’t resist posting it today!! The best way to close out the story 🥲

Ooooooh!! As far as what he and I are doing for his bday — since the weather in my ends has gotten crazy warm recently, we’re spending the morning outside, touching grass, shooting some basketball, and im treating this man to a fancy brunch <3

We may stop by and visit his parents in the afternoon and catch up with them before having a get-together at Connie’s place in the evening with friends, having game night (board games, billiards), laughs, and wine 🍷 lol!

After that though, with just us….ahem, a special surprise for the birthday boy from yours truly ;) also tysm wildie for your kind words 🥺 time to pretend has been a very special project for the last few years, happy and sad to finish it!!

#vampyrweeknd #ask

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sparksqfly · 2 years ago

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⭒❝Speak Now❞ ࿓

there's the silence, there's my last chance, i stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me

synopsis: modern au - you're about to get married; you should be happy, but on your big day, all you can think about is that redhead you were in love with your whole life, who is now determined to disrupt everything just to win you back.

author's note: this is a short story to celebrate the release of "speak now (taylor's version)," which I am very happy and excited about! this story is literally inspired by the song "speak now," and it's a multiverse full of references to taylor swift and her lyrics bc i have her songs tattoed in my head hehehe, this references won't ruin your reading experience if you're not a fan. english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes i may have made. ty for readig <3

warnings!/about the story: the image is not intended to represent the reader; it's just there for aesthetic purposes. mentions of the reader wearing dresses. the reader is kinda forced to marry an idiot and be in a heterosexual relationship, and that mf is an idiot. joel is referred to as ellie's father, and both ellie and the reader are between 21 and 25 years old.

wc: 3,3k

what the fuck am I doing? you asked yourself looking at yourself in the mirror, you had possibly been doing it for two hours, or three. you came out of your trance when you saw your friend, dina came into the room where you were getting ready. you had asked the girls who had come to help you with your appearance to leave for a while because you wanted to have "your rituals before your big day" which so far had consisted of looking in the mirror, feeling like throwing up and being about to cry.

"hey sweetie," dina said closing the door behind herself. she was holding something white in her hands, you'd had enough of that color. she put it down on one of the couches that was somewhere in the room and dragged a chair over so she could sit in front of you. she gently caressed your cheek and grabbed your hands and looked at you. "you always look beautiful, but today you look stunning." you smiled at her, not wanting to reject her compliments, but you really didn't feel beautiful today, you felt even disgusted with yourself.

dina took your hands in hers and smiled at you, "i have some gifts for you," you sighed. "you don't have to give me anything, dee. there are already too many gifts, too many," you sighed. "ok but listen to me. I already know you got something new, the dress," you looked in the mirror again. when you went to buy the dress you were with dina and your sister, you were already not liking the idea of the wedding and you already felt uncomfortable surrounded by so much white. she had already shown up and you tried to make up for how wrong it felt to do what you were doing with the greatest traditions possible, buying the longest and most "princess-like" dress you could find, a dress that perfectly covered your tattoos, buying pink flowers and golden decorations because that's how it was supposed to be.

"not that tradition again," you joked. you were too sick of tradition. "i know, i know but you know how i am. look, i'll help you" dina without waiting a second longer, knelt in front of you and started trying to lift your dress. obviously, it was difficult for her because of the number of layers it had "fuck..." she cursed, and you couldn't help but laugh listening to her. she gently grabbed your ankle and showed you a small blue ribbon, you smiled at her, and she gently tied it to your ankle, just above your shoe. "something blue," she said with a little girlish smile. she sat back down, sat back down across from you and pulled a necklace out of her pocket, a delicate chain with a small paper airplane charm on it. she put it on and tucked it inside your dress "something borrowed?" you asked raising an eyebrow and dina denied, "something used". you nodded, finally dina pulled something out of her pocket. you froze in place and felt dizzy. "something borrowed" she said and showed you a bracelet. a bracelet you had seen a thousand times, a brown bracelet with three leather straps. two hands pointing to a turkish eye in the middle. her bracelet. the bracelet that ellie always wore on her tattooed arm and that you sometimes played with when she ran a hand across your shoulders, hugging you.

taking advantage of your trance, dina fastened ellie's bracelet on your wrist and smiled at you as you stood up "i know you will make the right decision and i will always be there to support you," she said and bent down to kiss your forehead. as quickly as she came she was gone. you looked in the mirror again, touching the bracelet as you did with ellie and as if you had called out to her she appeared through the door and closed it behind her. you saw her in the mirror and immediately turned around in disbelief. the last thing you expected was to see her, much less the way she was now, dressed in a suit and all dolled up. the last time you had seen her was two weeks ago, you had met for the last time, you had touched each other for the last time, you had memorized each other entirely and finally you had said goodbye with a last kiss. you hadn't had the courage to cross her name out of the wedding list, it pained you to even see her name.

"you don't know what I had to go through to get in here, it looks like your lovely future husband uninvited me" said ellie playing with her hands, "you look beautiful". really? was that really all she had to say? "ellie, what are you doing here?" you got up from your chair to stand in front of her. you watched as ellie admired your dress, as she carefully analyzed your face and after what seemed like an eternity she took courage to grab you by the waist and bring you to her. "don't do it" said ellie gluing her forehead to yours. "meet me behind the church, we can go wherever you want, we'll do whatever you want. but don't say yes" you sighed, ellie williams was begging you to stay with her, to run away with her.

"els, i can't be this kind of person," you didn't know if you were trying to convince yourself or her. "no, you're not the kind of girl who should be marrying an idiot." "els, please. i can't do this, i can't let him down like this. i can't let everyone down like this" ellie sighed heavily and cup your face in her hands "don't do this to yourself, don't do this to me. neither of us deserve it." you were about to burst into tears, your thoughts were starting to run through your head too fast. "ellie" you sighed but she shook her head "you need to hear me out. i'm sorry, i'm really sorry for not telling you when we were little, i was 14 and I knew absolutely nothing, i didn't want to lose the friendship we had because i was afraid i was confused. i'm sorry I didn't tell you in high school when we were both teenagers and I'm sorry I didn't tell you when we started getting closer. i was so scared but i really love you, i have loved you since you walked into my house that day with a book about dinosaurs for my birthday. and i still love you, i was too scared to tell you and I don't want to lose you."

in that moment you saw the weight that ellie seemed to be carrying disappear from her back. ellie, the 14 year old girl you gave a book about dinosaurs to when she turned fourteen because your parents wanted you to meet her since they were friends with her father. the girl you became inseparable with when you both entered high school and when you started to like her. the best memories of your life were with ellie by your side, you could always be yourself with her and you never had the arguments you had with john, your fiancé. ellie had always listened to you and had always made you a priority. "can you say something?" ellie brought you back to reality with her voice. "ellie..." you were about to speak when you heard footsteps approaching the room they were in and you opened your eyes in complete alarm when you heard your mother-in-law speak. "ellie, you have to go" you said grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her to the back door "y/n, what the fuck? " she asked unfocused "please, john's family is coming, they can't see you here" you followed her leading her to the back door and when you opened it you pulled her inside being careful not to make her fall "what-" ellie asked again and before she went on you gave her a quick peck, that made her calm down immediately "keep going up those stairs, you're going straight out to where the ceremony is being held. don't let anyone see you els, please" she seemed to understand immediately and you closed the door. what had you just done?

you turned around just to see your fiancé's family walk in. all dressed in pastel and with smiles which now made you uneasy. they were talking about how beautiful you looked, how happy they were with your union and fantasizing about how many children you would have. yeah, sure. as those hellish minutes passed all you could think about was ellie, she had confessed to you how long she had been in love with you and now you were thinking how obvious it was. you realized that you had spent half your life loving her without telling her and you were about to spend the rest of your life regretting not telling her. when john's family finally left you sighed and sat back in your chair stroking ellie's bracelet and at that moment you saw your fiancé walk in. you didn't feel anything when you saw him, you weren't even angry that he broke the tradition of not seeing you before the ceremony, it was just like him not to pay attention to you. you thought about how you had felt when you saw ellie walk in and how empty you felt now.

"you look beautiful" he said. "thank you" you sighed looking at him "what do you want?" "is that how you talk to your fiancé? you're not mad because i broke this stupid tradition of not seeing you, are you?" you sighed. you hated it when he was like that. "is that your little friend’s bracelet?" that comment made you put your hand on the bracelet defensively and you turned around "maybe, what if it is?" "that trinket doesn't go with the expensive dress my mom bought you" you didn't know if it was a joke but you felt too annoyed. "leave me alone, it's tradition and ellie gave it to me, it's something important for both of us" john just rolled his eyes and grabbed the door to leave "see you in a little while, wifey".

you were left alone in the room; the silence was deafening, and you began to rethink absolutely everything. you liked Ellie since you were little, she was the person you loved the most after your family and you had hurt her with thousands of cuts just because of your eagerness to please people with what you were supposed to do. but on the other hand if you decided to be selfish you would disappoint your fiancé's whole family. those people you really loved as well as they loved you and had paid for that whole wedding. tour family too, they were so happy for your engagement and on top of that they didn't even know you liked women. how could you call off your wedding being only a few minutes away to run away and tell them that yes, you liked women and you had been in love with your best friend for more than seven years.

there you were, with a bouquet of roses and several decorative plants adorning your bridal bouquet. as you looked at it you laughed to yourself thinking that one of the plants sticking out of the bouquet looked just like the plant ellie had tattooed on her forearm. "lover" by taylor swift was playing on the speakers, she was singing about always wanting to go where your person goes, about always being close and that was all you wanted with ellie. "you look beautiful" your father's voice made you turn around. he intertwined his arm with your free arm and you smiled at him, the guilt was eating you alive. "pa'" you called out to him and he turned around "yes honey?" "if anything happens today, i just wanted to say i'm sorry" he frowned but couldn't say anything as the song ended and that meant there were only seconds left before you had to walk down the aisle.

the doors opened and the organ began to play what now sounded like a death march. the doors you were standing in front of opened. the light blinded you for a brief moment and then you saw eyes. what felt like thousands of eyes on you watching for any movement and surely noticing your disgruntled expression. you started walking on the red carpet towards the altar where there was a priest, john and some friends. were you really going to humiliate him like that in front of so many people?

as you continued walking you started to look for some eyes. ellie's green eyes, which you couldn't find anywhere, made you want to cry again. it was possible that she had really gotten tired of the back and forth and you didn't blame her. she deserved to be happy with someone who always put her first. maybe it was for the best.

as you walked down the aisle the only glances that caught your attention were from dina and Jesse, your best friends. who were possibly the only ones who knew and that was what their eyes reflected. concern and sadness. dina even tried to force a smile but jesse couldn't. they knew you even better than you knew yourself.

your father let go of your arm and you handed one of your bridesmaids your bouquet of flowers. then, your father-in-law helped you up the aisle and you stood in front of john. he said something with his lips that you didn't even bother to understand. the wedding music stopped and the priest began to talk and talk about love and various things that you didn't pay attention to. you could only think about her because you didn't even want to look at the audience. you were terrified of what might happen in the next few minutes. had you really dodged a bullet or you just lost the love of your life?

john's expression changed and you quickly got back in tune with the priest's speech. did the vows already need to be said? when you heard what followed you felt like you were about to vomit. "if anyone wants to interrupt this union speak now or forever hold your peace". you looked at the audience completely scared even though you didn't know why. did you want her to show up? you heard the priest take a breath to speak again but another noise came even louder.

you heard footsteps and the wooden benches where the guests were sitting creak under someone's weight and finally behind jesse and dina's bench ellie came out and stood in the middle of the red carpet. her hands were shaking and everyone turned to look at her in complete silence. ellie was only looking at you and you at her. the horrified looks from everyone in the room increased when she uttered the single word "y/n" obviously the expectations of the guests had led them to believe that ellie was there for ojhn and not for you.

john grabbed one of your hands, the one with ellie's bracelet in it, and you looked at him for a second. what reaffirmed what you were about to do was that he didn't look sad, he looked angry. he was losing you and he wasn't even worried. you shook your head at him and he opened his eyes wide when he realized it, although only he did it. you saw your father-in-law signal to security to possibly get ellie out and with that signal you grabbed your dress and went down the small stairs. ellie's relieved face made you gasp but there was no time. you ran out and pushed the door with your body. you felt ellie's footsteps running hurriedly behind you. you turned to look at her for a second and saw her closing the door. you kept running towards the room where you were getting ready and ellie came in behind you closing the door.

"ellie" you called her and she ran to hug you burying her face between your neck and shoulder. you brought a hand to her hair and stroked it. "thank you" she said in an incredibly low tone of voice. you pulled away from her "so now what?" "we're leaving" ellie said looking all around and you nodded, you turned around showing her your back "take it off" you said decisively "what?" "fuck els, take off my dress. it's the only thing I bought it for and i can't go out like this" you quickly felt his hands on your back and how he unbuttoned it. you stepped out of the dress without bothering to grab it and obviating that you had no bra but it was ellie, she had seen you a thousand times. you grabbed the short satin dress you had for the party after the ceremony and put it on without thinking. you went to the door where you had dismissed your ellie a few minutes ago and motioned for her to come downstairs with you. ellie nodded and before you started downstairs she gave you her suit jacket so you wouldn't be so cold. she grabbed your hand and the two of you started down the stairs at a brisk pace.

once you two came out, turned into the street and you saw her car parked nearby. she squeezed your hand and they ran to the car. there were some guests on the street watching the show but ellie didn't even pay attention to them, she put a hand on your back and opened the passenger door of her car for you. you looked at her and got in, without wasting time she closed your door carefully and got into the driver's seat, she started the car and when you realized it, they had already turned the block and started on their way. "are you okay?" ellie asked you, putting a hand on your knee and caressing it. "what did i just do?" you wondered aloud to yourself. ellie looked concerned "you regretted it?" you turned to look at her. Her gaze shifted between your face and the road "no, I've never been more sure of anything in my life, it's just that this wasn't the way I would have liked things to go, neither for us nor for him" ellie nodded and continued stroking your leg "where do you want to go?" she asked and you smiled at her, she knew what that meant.

finally you arrived at ellie's house, where she lived with her father. you smiled as you walked through the door and ellie hugged your waist. many of your happiest memories were in that house, you had lost a lot of time but they were willing to make up for it. "ellie? is that you?" Joel's voice echoed from the kitchen. "yeah” ellie screamed in response. joel came out of the kitchen with a rag in his hands and his eyes widened as he saw you dressed in white and completely ready to get married. "well congratulations, he was an idiot." He said and as he came he left, heading to his room like a ghost.

you looked at Ellie and both burst out laughing. she carried you with her arms and took you to the living room sofa and laid you down on it and she got on top of you. you hugged her as she showered you with kisses "remember you asked me what you had just done? when we went out?" you nodded. "you had just run away from your wedding to your future wife" she joked and you hugged her again joining her lips and she hugged you too. that was the first thing you felt confident about all day. you had made the right choice.

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iiposblog · 5 months ago

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Hi I LOVEE what you’re doing/gen and I hope you don’t mind if I use your blog as an excuse to ramble about how much I love my favorite girl ever: cabby

I first saw II s3 at a friend’s house and mate when I tell you, it was literally a love at first sight XDD

Within Cabby’s first few seconds of speaking I instantly was like “THATS THE ONE!!! THATS MY FAVORITE!!!” And I still have screenshots from me livetweeting my experience watching her character arc hehe!!

I remember like exploding with such genuine joy seeing her rejoin the game, and every episode she stayed I considered it a win for me, and when she WON!!!! OMG!!!! I LITERALLY NEEDED A MINUTE TO COOL DOWN FROM HOW OVERWHELMED I WAS/POS

I love Cabby a lot XDD I have 2 models of her in my room and am currently working on a 4’ cutout of her JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT HEHE

She motivates me to get through really hard moments, because I knew that if she could do it when EVERYONE was against her, I can get through whatever I’m going through.. I’m just so AAAAHH CABBYS SO AWESOME!!! SHES SO CUTE AND SWEET!!!! I LOVE THIS WOMAN SO MUCH!!!!

Sorry if it’s too much I just wanna share the love hehehe :3

Ty for the positivity!

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I have been thinking about driver taerae for too much 😣

imagine giving him a nice head after a long trip, his fingers gripping your hair and his chin lifting up from the pleasure on the driver seat <3

hehehe ily anon ty for the drabble starter <3 I decided to turn this into a birthday drabble for the bday boy that we all love so much so I hope you enjoy this :) I hope you don't mind that I changed it up a bit but I tried my best to stick with the main topic ^^

DESSERT

dom!taerae x reader, mentions of jiwoong x reader, 0.8k words exhibitionism, I think that/s it(?) please let me know if I missed anything!

smut drabble under the cut !

You had decided to accompany Taerae to his business dinner that they'd planned for his birthday this time, around as you had to sit out last time due to your schedule. You loved meeting up with his friends since they were your friends too, but Taerae tends to get super possessive of you in public settings and it seemed that he just couldn't keep his hands off of you. His behavior seemed to intensify, especially around Jiwoong who seemed to be 'flirting' with you a lot, even though Taerae knew that's how he interacts with everyone.

It was almost the end of dinner, the time where everyone started ordering dessert for themselves and the others at the table, Taerae catching some of the looks that Jiwoong was shooting in your direction. You knew they were harmless, so you played along and shot his some looks back, but the birthday boy did not enjoy that at all. He was glaring at Jiwoong from across the table, hard. Jiwoong on the other hand, was still flirting with you from his side of the table, a wide smile on his face, only fading slightly when he glanced over and saw Taerae burning holes into the side of shis head.

"Would you like anything for dessert, sir?" The waiter asked him, only for him to shake his head in response, keeping his focus on the man across the table. "No thank you, I have dessert waiting for me already." he spoke sternly, one of his hands sliding up your thigh under the table, causing you to turn your attention to him. "On that note, we'll be taking our leave now, thank you for dinner, everyone." He gave a slight smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you out of your chair ever so lightly.

"Babe, I didn't get to-"

"We'll do it at home." He glared at you. It wasn't one of his stern and serious glares, it was deeper than that. You could see the anger in his eyes, and behind that, lust. You both exited the restaurant and went to his car, silence enveloping the both if you. When you got in, nothing was sad, but you could tell he was mad by the way he was sighing. Before you knew it, you were on the way to your shared apartment, which was some distance away. "You have some nerve you know."

"What? What are you talking about rae, are you okay?" You reached an arm over the console, but he pushed your hand away.

"What am I talking about? I'm talking about you and Jiwoong flirting right in front of me on my birthday, that's what I'm mad about y/n." When he said those words, you immediately felt guilt envelop your entire body.

"Oh Taerae, I'm sorry. That's just how we play around, we didn't mean to hurt you-"

"I don't care what you did or didn't mean to do, but just know that you'll be making it up to me, in more ways than one. I hope you're okay with starting now." Before you could even begin to comprehend his words, he unbuckled his belt and started pulling his dress pants and boxers down. Oh he meant like this. I'm screwed. All you could do was look, and his cock was looking back at you. "Go ahead don't be shy. You know what to do."

You snapped out of your trace, lowering your head until his angry tip was staring back at you. You took him in your hands, giving him a few pumps before placing light kitten licks around his shaft. He groaned immediately, and you took that as a sign of encouragement to keep going. You teased the head of his cock with your lips and tongue, knowing that you were majorly pissing him off. This didn't last for long though as he drove over a bump in the road, the motion pushing him into your mouth, you moaning in response. "Shit, if I have to pull over just know that you'll be in big trouble when we get home."

He made sure that you got to work on him, filling your mouth to the brim as one of his hands made its way to your neck, massaging the skin in the area as his fingers played with your hair. Taerae tried his best to not make any noise as this was supposed to be punishment for you and he knows that you enjoy hearing his moans, but he couldn't help himself at the stop light, throwing his head back in pleasure as he whispered small praises, only snapping back to reality when the car behind him honked, the light had turned green. "God baby, I'm so close." He whined, his voice very soft and breathy as he released his load into your mouth, making sure that you swallowed every last drop of him.

Needless to say you both made it home without pulling over, but that didn't mean Taerae was gonna be nice with you either. You were in for a long night.

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There will most definitely be a part 2 to this, don't worry ! I'll make sure that the reader knows how much Taerae cares for them, he isn't all that mean you know ;)

#zb1 smut #kim taerae smut #taerae smut #zb1 imagines #kim taerae imagines

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