#i barely have any fucking friends and now me and my boyfriend are broken up and he left me for another man i’m genuinely so sick

[caprisunchan]

vent lol

[shmpxx]

CURSED SPIRIT — y.o

⛤ curse! yuuta okkotsu x fem! reader

yuuta okkotsu being your one and only curse.

cw. smut. unprotected sex. creampies. multiple orgasms. groping. dry humping. public sex-ish. fingering. slight oral (f. receiving). overstimulation. thigh fucking. somnophilia. possessiveness. yandere tendencies. mentions of violence. +18!

wc: 1.2k

a/n: inspired by @deviants-forest work! etc. (go check it out) also happy kinktober! :)

Curse!yuuta who creeps up your back, his hands finding your waist and his lips tickle your ear as he’s whispering how much he needs you on a subway train to home. “Not now…” you whisper over your shoulder to him trying not to be noticeable by others who crowded you and payed no mind, too busy on their phones. You bit your bottom lip when he presses himself against your ass in one movement already having your blood rush like crazy. You try to keep your composure like nothings bothering you but yuuta’s hard on humping into you desperately, whining in your ear and his cold hands reaching under your shirt to grope your boob. “need you ‘s bad” he was always touchy, could never keep his hands off you.

Curse!yuuta who doesn’t mind your sorcerer friends as long as they don’t get too close. Your friends can sense the heavy weight of cursed energy from you, even if they got close it was too much to bare sense yuuta was around, the air would fill thick and negative. You could barely go out with them to eat without his fingers buried in your cunt and playing your clit. They would ask you if you were okay when your head is down on the table but you just excuse it as you were not feeling well for a second but yuuta is grinning ear to ear, amused how your well your taking his slender fingers, curling them inside and you can’t help but squirm in your seat acting like your stomach is just hurting though you were about to orgasm. “Please yuuta..” you whisper to him “Come on you can cum on my fingers..” his raspy tone sending you shivers down your back.

Curse!yuuta who watches an “old friend” hug you, his hands in places that shouldn’t be. After you would praise yuuta for staying calm but yuuta would give shake his head only because you would be upset if he did anything and simply gave you a warning “Next time I’ll break his arm” “You can’t be serious” you sigh, you always knew he was.

Curse!yuuta who clenches his fist watching some prick try to flirt with you in front of him knowing he can’t be seen. Even the second time you reject him you can feel yuuta’s anger grow by the second that in any moment he would take action. “I-i have a boyfriend-“ praying yuuta doesn’t get violent “I don’t see him?” His hand coming up to touch your shoulder now he’s on the floor shouting in pain, blood from his broken nose all over his hands, shaken up that he didn’t see anyone hit him? Was he going crazy? “Pathetic” Yuuta mutters luckily he held back a lot, he could do so much worse and this wasn’t the first time.

Curse!yuuta who gets anxious that you might hate him when you get into arguments. He feels like he can’t exist without you, he’s nothing without you and the thought of you hating him makes his heart sink and scared that he’ll be all alone. He didn’t care about anyone else he just needed you. The amount of times you got tired of telling him not to hurt people and you could handle the situation yourself. He’ll plead you not to hate him and apologized excessively. “We can talk about this tomorrow” his stomach sinking by the tone of your voice that it will all end up to you hating him. He couldn’t stand the feeling.

Curse!yuuta who wants to let you know how much he loves you and how much he needs you, praying you don’t leave him or hate him. He glares at you in your sleeping state though he can’t wait til tomorrow he needed you to know now. “Please don’t hate me” “i love you so much” as he’s softly kissing your neck on each side, peeling your panties off. The cold air makes your cunt clench at his sight. He’s kissing the inner of your thighs sweetly and his lips makes contact with your pussy and a small whimper emits from your mouth. “Yuuta” you utter half sleep thinking it was only a sex dream, you were a heavy sleeper at that. he’s burying his lips between your folds trying to get more like he was so starved. If he can just make you feel good you won’t be mad at him and you can forgive him.

Curse!yuuta who can’t wait any longer, his dick pulsating through his pants even how much he gets drunk off your pussy, he loves the taste of it every time but he’s rutting against the mattress. Brings your thighs together to slip his cock between, throwing his head back letting out quiet moans as his cock is rubbing against your clit between your thighs. Your eyelids almost twitching open. He spreads your legs apart and sinks his dick into you watching your pretty lashes flutter at the sudden pleasure of you being spread apart. “Yu..?” You begin to stir awake, he kisses your lips before you start to fully take consciousness. “I don’t want you to hate me” “forgive me please” as he’s thrusting harsh inside you and swallowing your lips. By the time your walls were the shape of him every time he used you so it was easy for him to slide right in, you were made for him and he was made for you was the thought that brought him comfort. His fingers entwines with yours, his cock continuously rubbing hard in your insides. “Yuuta!” You moaned beautifully in his ear, your hand clawing at his back, yuuta loved it, it didn’t hurt him because you could never hurt him he didn’t mind it.

Curse!yuuta not wanting to stop, he’ll never get tired of cumming and filling up your pussy. You’ll be overstimulated begging him to stop it was awfully much to handle, you couldn’t cum anymore but you did as he’s plunging his cock in your abused cunt. The choke sobs and sounds of squelching filled the room “Need you-need you tell me you love me…please f-forgive me..ah!” Rubbing your clit increasing more nerves. “I-i love you yuuta! Ah-I really do! I could never be mad at you” Your words lifting weight off his chest still pounding into you. Holding you in a warm embrace to finish inside you. When he did filling up your womb one last time with his string of cum, your nails dig into his back letting your last orgasms crash into you. You let out a cry into his shoulder, your body trembles.

Curse!yuuta who needs constant reassurance you’ll never leave him, placing gentle kisses on each part of his face. Even though he’s nothing but a curse to you, being invisible to the outside world, Has a hard time showing remorse it’s just what he does to protect you, he somewhat doesn’t know that but knows he can be a bit possessive he just can’t help the urges of anyone getting close to you or worse even laying a finger.

Curse!yuuta bending you over the counter in the morning as you were trying to make yourself breakfast, last night was rough you were a bit sore but yuuta still misses your pussy. “Just a quick one I promise! I miss you so much! I’m just displaying my love for you—“ he pushes himself inside your worn out cunt from last night once again, you whimper at the feeling each time he rolls his hips when his balls slap against you. His hands reaching to your tit, massaging it in his palms. You don’t think you could ever break the curse from yuuta okkotsu.

[paranoiastudio]

Would you fuck me, Art?

pairing: Art Donaldson х f!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, cheat?

word count: 1,4k

English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

- Would you fuck me, Art? - You ask point-blank, causing Art to choke on his drink. - If it weren't for Patrick, would you have fucked me?

This conversation should not have happened. You didn’t want to go to this party, but you forced yourself to come. You didn’t want to discuss your relationship with anyone, but Art knew about your last fight with Patrick and approached you himself.

And now, after three bottles of beer and a sincere conversation, you find yourself asking a similar question and understand that stopping now is not an option.

You looked at Art so intently, so alluringly, that he simply could not lie to you. And he decided not to lie, finally admitting how much he was attracted to his friend’s girl.

- I would fuck you right now if you asked. - Art whispers this on your lips.

The air around you becomes heavier every second, you feel the familiar heat in your lower abdomen and lick your lips, only attracting the attention of the man’s gaze to you.

- Would you fuck me?

- Yes. - You answer, perhaps, too quickly.

- If it weren't for Patrick, that's right?

- No. I... I would fuck you now, right here... If you asked me.

Your words seem to have broken Art Donaldson. He looks at you silently, thinking about what he heard. He should leave right now: you're his friend's girlfriend, you're a little drunk and upset, you can make mistakes.

But you still look at him, just five minutes ago you said that you were tired of Patrick and wanted to change something. Does this mean you're leaving Patrick?

- Ask me, Art... - Everything except you loses the sound. How can he refuse you? Art has wanted you, you was so close and yet so far away.

Art is a strong man, with a well-trained will, but even he is now ready to break. All he wants now is to be close to you and he doesn't care about the consequences.

- Let's go. - You accept his hand without objection and follow the guy, noting how soft his skin is. Patrick's hands were heavy and hard, Art's were not like that. Having pushed away this comparison, you turn to the crowd, no one seems to care that you are going up to the second floor.

- Whose room is this? - You lean your back on the door, Art leans towards you, otherwise your whisper would not be able to be heard.

- Guest room. Did you lock it?

You pull the handle twice, wanting to check for sure. After making sure that you won’t be disturbed, I quickly take off my shoes, embarrassed to wear shoes in someone else’s house, and sit down next to Art.

- Are you sure? - Art wanted to know for sure, he had to make sure that you really wanted this.

- More than. And you?

- And I. Can I kiss you? - You push back a strand of hair from your forehead and nod, submitting to the tennis player’s touch. Art kisses your neck, his open mouth exploring your hot skin and his hand squeezing your bare knee, not going any further.

- Don't be afraid, I don't bite painfully. - You giggle, seeing only tenderness and affection in Art’s eyes, not a hint of mockery or playfulness, as was often the case with Patrick.

- I’ll be ready to endure even if you take a bite out of me. - Art strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You reach for the next kiss and lightly bite the man’s lip, trying to force him to open his mouth. Art's tongue is very warm and tastes like a mixture of cider and something bitter. He glides weightlessly, pulling you into a long and affectionate kiss and you move easily, feeling his tenderness embrace you.

- I’ve always wanted you... - Art rests his forehead on your shoulder and runs his nose along your skin. - Patrick just... Damn.

- Hey... - You lift Art’s face by the chin. - He's not here, you know? Patrick is an asshole and we both know it. Looks like I picked the wrong guy...

You push Art onto the bed and sit on top of him. The mention of your arrogant and stubborn boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) made you angry and added courage.

- We don't talk about Patrick anymore, okay? - Art nods, watching you in fascination. - Fine. Now touch me.

You begin to pull off Art’s shirt, your hips rise and the man immediately puts his hands on your legs, stroking the skin and rising higher and higher.

- I don’t think we’ll need that. - You unbutton the tennis player’s light trousers and pull them down along with your underwear just enough to free half-erect cock.

- I... Please. - Art whines underneath you, which can’t help but make you grin, you haven’t even touched him yet. - Please, I want it so much...

You take the penis in your hand and make a few slow movements. The soft skin pleasantly rubs against your hand, with your other hand you would grab Art’s balls, he almost jumps on the bed and shamelessly moves his hips towards you.

- My poor baby... - You coo over the already hard member and lubricate the droplets from the red tip with excitement. - No one has touched you for a long time, right?

Art looks at you pleadingly, he is ready to ask, beg you, but you yourself are already on the verge and won’t be able to tease him for long. Especially when Art gets his finger under the hem of your underwear...

- Oh shit! - You stop all actions, and, lifting up your dress, you move your underwear and push yourself onto Ard Donaldson’s dick.

- God! - He opens his eyes wide and squeezes your hips so hard that you are sure that the dress was torn.

- You're so big... - You didn't lie, Art's dick isn't as long as Patrick's, but his girth stretches you out much better. - So good, Art.

A man bites his lip when he hears his name from your lips, it is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. You both breathe heavily, getting used to the feeling of complete intimacy, you suddenly realize that you are not using a condom (if you believe Patrick’s stories, Art has never been with anyone at all).

You wiggle your hips, smiling predatorily at another hoarse moan, you always liked men who were not shy about the fact that they were receiving pleasure, and Art, with his heightened sensitivity, was just like that.

You lower your hot palms onto his chest, play with the short blond hairs and lean on him, starting to lift your hips.

Art huffs and whines beneath you, his strong hands gripping the blanket until his skin turns white. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, trying not to close his eyes from the pleasure that you and your beautiful velvet pussy give him, which hugs him so tightly that you want to howl.

- I feel you so deeply... - You push back the unruly hair from your face and smile, it was always nice to be filled, especially with Art. With him you feel a certain exclusivity; he seemed to be in inhuman bliss.

- Please, I... Damn! - Art sharply raises his hips and you hear a loud slap with which your bodies met.

- Touch me. - Art immediately slides his hand between your bodies and rubs your clitoris with his thumb. You spread your legs wider so he can see exactly how he slides in and out of you. - It’s so nice, Art.

His name sounds like a song from your lips and Art moves his hands to your waist, helping you move faster. He feels his own dick twitching and tries not to cum at the moment when you squeeze him especially tightly.

- I'm going to cum. - Your voice trembles and you moan, throwing your head back. - Do not stop...

Art continues to move inside you, cumming profusely and swallowing all his sounds, wanting to listen to your delicious sighs longer. You feel a mixture of your secretions flowing out of you, you feel how Art becomes softer inside you. You feel like you did everything right.

- I think we need to call Patrick. - You're breaking the "We don't talk about Patrick anymore" rule. - I'll take my things.

- I will help you. - Art gently traces circles on the skin of your thighs, the fact that you were still connected did not bother either of you. - I have plenty of space at home.

[synnamonroll666]

Can you Josh x black female reader whose feeling a little insecure so they have mirror sex while he tells her especially and in GREAT detail what he likes about her??

Tell Me You're Beautiful

Pairing: Josh Washington x Black Fem!Reader Description: After a full day of no replies to his texts, Josh went to his girlfriend's house to find her hiding in her room. After learning that insecurities are keeping her in bed and none of the usual compliments working to cheer her up, he decided to show her how he sees her in a different way... Warnings: Angst, Reader Is Very Insecure, Self-Hatred, Smut, Soft Dom!Josh, Mirror Sex, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex But No Creampie, Third Person POV, Specific Descriptions Of The Reader. (If I Missed Any Tags, Let Me Know.) Word Count: 2k A/N: I'm so sorry this too so long but if any of you follow me, you know I'm indecisive as fuck with editing. 😂 Also, someone requested another black fem!reader on my other blog, about Josh and the reader playing 7 minutes in heaven. They asked if I could make it spicy so I'm going to do that one on this blog instead since this is my smut one. So if that anon is reading this, just know that I did get your request and I am working on it. And to the anon who requested this fic, I hope you enjoy it. I may have went a little more dramatic with it than intended but I tried my best. 😅🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, and @raven-the-cryptid. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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She laid curled up in bed, a large hoodie covering her form and a look of sadness pulling down her features. Her phone had been blowing up all day. Friends asked her to go on outings, and her boyfriend, who was concerned by her absence.

It was 3 p.m. when she heard a knock at her bedroom door. Figuring it was only her mother, she gave acceptance to them entering, only to be left dumbfounded when her boyfriend, Josh, came through with a very worried expression on his face.

"Josh, please! I need to be alone right now." She expressed this while pulling the blanket up her chest, subconsciously wanting to hide away from his watchful eyes.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" He asked while stepping into the room, despite her protest.

He immediately came to her side, concern evident in his features. He was always one to care—always so quick to throw everything out the window and run to her beck and call. He was always her hero, even if he was the one who needed saving. But that wasn't important now. What really mattered was fixing whatever had her so broken down.

"Please, (Y/N)... Tell me what's wrong." He practically begged, just hoping it was nothing too big that he couldn't fix. Even then, he would go to great lengths to at least make it better.

"It's just..." She choked out, her voice barely above a whisper, as her brown eyes gazed up at him through her tears. He nodded his head while taking her small hands in his own, urging her to continue. And with a deep breath, she finally got what's been killing her inside off her chest. "I can't stand myself..."

Josh could only respond with a quiet "Huh?" not fully understanding what she had meant. She shook her head, not wishing to elaborate but finally finding the words after releasing a subtle sigh.

"I can't even look at myself. I'm not like those girls in the magazines. I'm not special." She admitted it shamefully, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her hoodie as she did so.

Josh understood these feelings. Despite his confident demeanor, he was just as insecure as most people. Hell, maybe even more. He hated that she felt this gut-wrenching feeling. However, he knew he could remedy this.

"You're wrong." He stated it firmly, his voice now so strong and confident, it caused her to do a double take back in his direction. "You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Most guys would give their left nut to be with you."

She scoffed at his comment and rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that..."

Though she appreciated his efforts, it would take more to convince her just how beautiful she really was. Josh knew this and made a vow within his mind that he would do everything in his power to prove it to her—to make her see herself through his eyes.

"Stand up." He then demanded. The command took her by surprise, though she obeyed his order, standing to her full height. It didn't do much, though, as he still towered over her by quite a lot. His height was always something she admired about him. It made her feel safe.

He took her by the arm and pulled her in front of her full-body mirror. Her gaze dropped, reluctant to look at the image reflected before her. She didn't want to see it—the reflection of the girl she, unfortunately, was. Josh shook his head at this.

"Look." he demanded firmly.

A mere minute passed of her not daring to do what she was told before he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. Though it was a startling gesture, his touch was soft and gentle, as if she were fine glass in his large hands. Her eyes began to tear up as she looked at herself, seeing nothing but flaws before her.

"Tell me what you see." His voice came out a little softer than before, but it was still nothing less than the demand he gave right before.

"Just a girl..." She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head again, slightly frustrated that she didn't understand what he was trying to show her. But he knew this would take more work. He knew what he had to do.

"Take your clothes off."

Her lips fell agape as she looked at his reflection, astonished that he would ask such a thing. Though she really didn't want to see herself naked, she was intrigued. Though the request was rather suggestive, the look in his soft, green orbs told a different story—one that told her that his intentions were not crude.

She pulled her hood back, the coils in her soft hair falling gracefully over her shoulder as she did so. His eyes lit up, and he reached out to tuck a few strands behind her ear to admire her face.

Then she pulled it over her head, revealing her white tank top beneath. His fingers grazed her soft shoulders as she toyed with the hem of her shirt, not knowing if she wanted to do such a thing at this moment.

"Show me," he coaxed her in a soft tone before pressing a soft kiss on her tear-soaked cheek.

With a shaky breath, she pulled her tank top over her head. Her soft breasts bounced slightly as they were freed from the confinement of their fabricated prison, and Josh couldn't help but smirk just a little as he watched. He was still a man, after all.

Then, she found the courage to remove her shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor in a messy pile with her hoodie and tank top. Without skipping a beat, Josh reached up and turned the knob on her lamp, putting her under what felt like a literal spotlight. Her stomach twisted into knots as she folded her arms across her chest, not wanting Josh to see her flaws that were so obvious under the bright light.

But then she felt his hands on her shoulders once more, squeezing ever so slightly. She looked up to see him watching her through the mirror, his eyes glimmering with love. He removed one hand from her shoulder, and soon, the sound of a belt buckle being opened was heard.

She didn't know how she ended up in this situation anymore, but something about it felt pleasant. She was with the man she loved. And though she was in this uncomfortable position, she knew she was in good hands.

Josh entered her from behind, letting out a trembling breath as he pushed every inch into her tight hole. She bit her plump lip, trying hard not to moan like a pornstar already. Though she knew it was something Josh loved.

Once he was inside her fully, he retracted his hips before pushing in again with more force. She almost fell forward—face nearly clashing with the glass before her—but Josh was quick to scoop an arm around her frame, pulling her close to his chest.

He found himself a steady rhythm and watched her reaction through the reflection, enjoying how her lips turned all pouty as she moaned or how her eyes went watery and lidded from the pleasure. That's when he decided to do his work. Of course, fucking her insecurities away wasn't going to work. He needed to do more.

He let his lips graze the shell of her ear and whispered, "Wanna know what I see?"

Her eyes opened at that, not knowing how to respond. She was still half-intoxicated by the arousal she felt to even comprehend exactly what he meant by that. Smirking at her distracted nature, Josh decided to continue anyway.

"I see a beautiful, strong goddess of a woman." He groaned, his breath hitching in his throat, when her soaked pussy squeezed him. It was clear she was enjoying the praise, so he continued on, wanting to show his girl just how amazing she was. "You're so soft—so tight. Everything about you is perfect."

Her cheeks warmed up from this treatment, flustering her mind and clouding it with something new besides pleasure. She wanted to collapse in his embrace—to just let go of all her worry and let him be the one to guide her to the light. Josh's words brought her back to reality for a short moment, only to send her crashing into bliss once more.

"The way your hair smells and feels," he said, burying his face into her soft coils, inhaling deeply to take in her scent.

"Your skin, the perfect shade of chocolate, and how it's just as sweet," he kissed her neck, his tongue swirling around the pulse, earning a heavenly moan from her trembling lips.

His hips faltered for a moment, as her sounds rang through his ears like the song of a goddess, the one he knew she was.

"How your gorgeous brown eyes reflect your warm personality." He grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger once more to turn her head so he could gaze down into her orbs with a tender look to show his sincerity.

Her dark eyes brightened under the small light as she looked up at him, showing off all the beautiful shades of brown within her iris. They not only show the unique patterns but also her shimmering soul—like an angel in heaven's light.

"I love how they tell me your every want and desire." With that being said, he reached a hand down, two fingers brushing against her clit. The brief and subtle contact was enough to make her eyes roll into the back of her head, and his smile broadened, knowing damn well that he was successful. He pushed her face back to the mirror, holding it there to force her eyes on herself. "Now tell me how beautiful you are."

"I-I'm beautiful..." She murmured through ragged breaths, not realizing her words. It worked like some sort of hypnosis in a way, subconsciously putting the message into her mind through pleasure.

"Louder," he demanded, his fingers finding purchase on her swollen little bud to rub tight circles around it.

"I'm b-beautiful!" She groaned as her body began shaking under his intoxicating touch.

Josh gritted his teeth as his cock throbbed within her, begging for release. He was so close, but he knew she was as well. He wanted his angel to make it to the edge first, with the message of how amazing she was engraved in her mind.

"Louder!" He shouted through his clenched canines, pushing his cock harder and deeper within her with each sloppy thrust.

"I'm beautiful!" She cried out as tears streamed down her face.

And like a wildfire, that intense sensation burning within her core spread throughout her body. He held her close as she rode through her high on his dick, keeping her in his warm embrace as he worked her through it.

When she squeezed his member, he couldn't hold on any longer. He pulled out and released his load onto her ass, nearly cumming a second time from how hot the sight was before him. It was like marking her, in a way—claiming her as his.

As he admired her body while coming down from his high, her eyes remained on herself through that reflection on the now-steamy glass. She wiped her hand over the cool surface to clear her vision of herself, and she continued to stare as her chest rose and fell with each soft breath she took.

"I'm beautiful..." She whispered, now believing that statement as it fell from her lips.

Josh wrapped his arms around her frame after brushing a few stray coils from her face. He pressed a soft kiss on her temple and then rested his head atop hers while gazing into her warm eyes through the mirror.

"You're not just beautiful," He murmured, admiring the goddess in his grasp and all her stunning features. "You're perfect, babe."

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[zegrasdrysdale]

[ aftermath ] t. zegras

paring : Trevor Zegras x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) helps Trevor deal with Jamie leaving and breaking his ankle all in 24 hours

warning(s) : injury, some angst

author’s note : it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me

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She definitely believes in the snowball effect after the last 24 hours of her life. It’s one of the reasons why she’s currently on a flight in the middle of the night to Raleigh to meet her boyfriend’s hockey team at their hotel.

Both her life and Trevor’s life have changed so much in 24 hours. Trevor left with the Ducks for their road trip expecting to have a fun trip. His best friend was finally 21 and could enjoy all that Nashville had to offer.

Then Jamie got the call that no player ever really wants to get from their general manager.

Hours later, he was on a flight to Philly and leaving the Ducks and a distraught Trevor behind in Tennessee.

She should’ve gotten on a plane then and there. Instead, she tempted fate.

The next day was Trevor’s 200th career NHL game, and he had to play it without his best friend on the ice with him. (Y/N) happily watched from their apartment in Anaheim.

Until Trevor went down along the boards after 3 shifts and two minutes total on the ice. She was on her feet as she watched her boyfriend get helped down the tunnel. He wasn’t putting any pressure on his left leg as the trainers helped him.

She blew up his phone with texts and calls until one in the morning California time. He never replied. Then she texted Mason and asked where the Ducks were staying in Raleigh. She booked a flight and asked Mason to get Trevor’s room number when they got there.

Luckily there was a nonstop flight to Raleigh that left from LAX at three that she just barely made. She packed a duffel bag and ran out the door to catch the flight.

After nearly five hours in the air and multiple timezone changes, (Y/N) lands in North Carolina. She left at three in the morning and landed at eleven in the morning. Mason’s text with Trevor’s room number and a he’s cranky comes through as she grabs her duffel from baggage claim.

Honestly, she should’ve gotten on a flight as soon as Trevor told her that Jamie got traded. This is what happens when you tempt fate.

She orders an Uber from the airport to the hotel where Trevor is staying with the Ducks.

Why he traveled with them after getting hurt is beyond her. Maybe it isn’t a long term injury and it’s just a sprain.

Either way, she’s about to find out.

After a ten minute debate with herself, she lightly knocks on Trevor’s door.

It’s a second before the door opens. As soon as it swings open though, her heart breaks at the sight behind it.

Trevor stands on crutches with his ankle wrapped. His eyes are red and puffy and it looks like he hasn’t slept a wink in two days. Honestly, he probably hasn’t.

"Trev," she pouts.

He shakes his head and quickly spins to walk back into the room. She follows him and lets the door shut behind her. "I don't want you here, (Y/N)," he tells her. The voice crack tells her all she needs to know. He does actually need her here.

"I don't care," she replies. "I'm here anyway." Trevor leans the crutches against the middle table and sits on the bed. "You haven't exactly had the best few days so I came to make sure you're okay."

"I'm not fucking okay!" Trevor shouts at her before rubbing his face and running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. "My best friend plays across the damn country now after getting traded out of nowhere and I might have just broken my damn ankle in a milestone game. I'm going to be out for like two months again."

(Y/N) crouches down in front of him and puts her hands on his knees. "I'm sorry, baby," she softly says. "I can't even begin to imagine how you feel right now. I know Jamie's in Philly right now and I know you won't talk to anyone else about how you feel so that's why I'm here. I don't want you to bottle up your feelings."

"It just sucks," Trevor says, voice shaky. "Everything's changing and I don't like it. I'm probably going to have to go to Jamie's and pack his apartment so I can send his stuff to him, especially now that I'm out and won't be able to do anything."

She gets up and sits next to her boyfriend. She grabs one of his hands and holds it on her lap. She rubs the back of her hand with her thumb. Trevor leans over and drops his head to her shoulder. She wraps an arm around his shoulders and plays with his hair.

"I'm here," she whispers. "I don't care if you don't want me here. I'll always be here."

"I know," Trevor replies. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just frustrated and confused and in pain."

(Y/N) kisses his temple and buries her face in his hair. "It's okay," she says. "You're feeling a lot right now so I don't blame you for anything you say right now. Just know that I'll be here the entire time. As for Jamie, you know he's a phone call away whenever you wanna talk to him. He'll answer every single time you call him."

He nods. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Can we lay down until I meet with the doctor?"

"Of course," she replies. "Whatever you wanna do. What time do you meet with the doctor?"

"Three," Trevor tells her as he gets comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can since he's hurt. "I have to leave at two."

That's enough time for both of them to take a two hour nap.

She sets her alarm for 1:30 then settles in next to him. She wraps a leg around his waist and rests her head on his forehead while he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"Thank you for coming," Trevor whispers, his voice tired. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," she assures him. "Close your eyes for a bit. I'll wake you up when it's time to leave."

He nods and within seconds, his breathing evens out. She smiles and falls asleep herself knowing that Trevor is finally getting some rest.

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Dark! Tangerine » Scenario #1: Jealousy

Pairing: Dark Tangerine x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Jealous Tangerine thoughts.

WARNING: Toxic/Abusive Relationship; Manipulation. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Also this gif is perfect for this scenario, isn't it?

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If you think that Tangerine isn’t a jealous man, then you’re living in a fantasy world. 

He is fueled by jealousy. 

Your boyfriend feels - nope, he knows - that more than half of the male population in the world is after you and that’s why he must keep you away from those pricks. 

Tangerine will openly forbid you from going out on your own, no matter how much you argue or beg. He’s inflexible when it comes to it and you also might as well forget about your job. He needs to know that you’re safely tucked in the comfort of his house, far away from any danger (aka any male specimen). 

Otherwise Tangerine won’t be able to concentrate on anything else, practically bursting a brain vein from overthinking. His mind making up the worst scenarios of creepy men flirting with you, trying to swoon you or even worse, to hurt you. Lemon does try his best to reason with his brother, but it’s a failed attempt as Tangerine is quite the stubborn man. 

If you try to escape the house to go somewhere, he’ll be so quick to find out where you are as your phone location is always available for him (you don’t know about this).

Chances are that you’ll be enjoying yourself at a coffee shop with some friends, assuming that your boyfriend is busy with a job outside the country meaning you won’t have to worry about rushing back home when suddenly a very angry Tangerine shows up, with ripped off clothes with blood stains all over and very little patience as he asks whether you want to come home willingly or should he drag you back. Your choice, of course.

You barely speak to him on your way home, bursting in tears of annoyance and shame the moment you get inside his car. Lemon tries his best to serve as a mediator and to calm you down but Tangerine’s rage is too big to be controlled as he shouts at you of how irresponsible you were. 

He’s not shy explaining and detailing all the possible scenarios that could happen to you. You do know that he has dangerous enemies, right? Enemies that won’t bat an eye before cutting you into tiny pieces to get revenge at him. Enemies that wouldn’t hesitate as they would fuck you like animals over and over till they left you broken.

Did you know that? Yeah, he didn’t think so either. Basically it’s a huge guilt-tripping session until you feel like - maybe - it’s actually your fault. Maybe Tangerine is right. He’s your boyfriend after all, right?

He only wants what’s best for you. Those are the words he repeats that night as he apologizes for yelling at you as he kisses your head, pulling you into a bear hug. 

He’d lose his mind if he ever lost you and that’s something you need to take into consideration. So promise him that you’ll be a good girl from now on and he might just let you out into the garden. 

“I care about you, ya know that, right? I’m so fuckin’ sorry I yelled at you, sweetheart, but you seriously’ scared the shit out of me. I swear that if anything happened to you…I’d just fuckin’ kill myself. You’re my life and that’s all I care about.” 

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any enemies to lovers future AU Sterek fics? At first they annoy each other just as much as they used to, but ofc that changes. Thanks, ur awesome

Oh definitely.

magical protection at the hands of a snarky spark by sychia_rin

(1? I 341 I General)

Stiles stormed his way through the room. The ward he literally just made felt broken.

He eyed the tall man standing on the balcony as he turned to face him, he quirked up an eyebrow looking as shocked as that grumpy face could get him. He must be some newbie guard.

"I just put that ward there shitface. Shoo," Stiles motioned for him to move. The guard stood in place, watching Stiles as he stomped closer.

....

Where an overworked Stiles works for the (royalish?) Hale family doing magical tasks. Vaguely Merlin inspired if you squint.

royal blue fits better with Derek by 08JustLizeth80

(1/1 I 3,129 I Mature)

Where Derek Hale is the prince of England and Stiles is the (extremely) ineloquent and mouthy first son of the United States.

Or

Where Stiles thinks royalty is such an archaic concept it shouldn’t even exist (which has nothing to do with his inadequate and totally not existing crush on the prince).

Knot Your Typical College Romance by stilesanderek (minxxx)

(1/1 I 51,546 I Explicit)

In which Stiles loves studying at Beacon Hills Supernatural University and even though he loves his group of friends, he just wishes that Derek wasn't included in it. Stiles hates the guy fiercely, and he knows it's completely mutual, and what he also knows it's completely mutual is the hate boner they both have going on for each other. What happens after they finally hookup after years of tension, though, isn't something Stiles ever signed up for.

“Shut the fuck up, Stilinski,” Derek hisses, their foreheads less than half a dozen of inches apart.

“Oh yeah, big guy?” Stiles says, stuffing his chest in defiance, licking his mouth once and then finally saying, “Make me.”

all you have is your fire by hansuckss

(7/? I 20,624 I Mature)

“Why wouldn’t I? I mean, if it’s a matter of saving someone’s life. You know,” Derek smirked. “There are lots of things I can do for an hour.”

Everyone knows they can count on Stiles Stilinski, the most composed paramedic at the fire station, and he takes pride in his work. At least until a new firefighter shows up. The newest firefighter-in-training, Derek Hale, is a former football player with a huge hero complex and limitless energy. And until fate brings them together, Stiles can put up with the man's presence. Sparks fly—not in a positive way. The fact that Derek is hotter than the fires he puts out and annoyingly charming doesn't help.

Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack

(9/9 I 26,096 I Mature)

"Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained.

Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.

Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by bleep0bleep

(7/7 I 32,853 I Explicit)

"Did you say--" Stiles starts.

"What?" Derek growls.

"We're not a couple!" they both retort in unison.

"We're not together," Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. "An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell."

Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 68,366 I Teen)

“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

Like it or Not by Halevetica

(56/56 I 80,902 I Not Rated)

Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him. But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse...or so Stiles thought.

(Fuck you they said) As they threw their threads from their wedding bed by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

(9/9 I 96,199 I Mature)

First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

(17/17 I 149,179 I Explicit)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

The Final Pack by Kedreeva

(33/33 I 428,148 I Mature)

Humankind is fighting its way back from near extinction against the supernatural beings that fed upon the remaining humans in the aftermath of the 2012 apocalypse. On the front lines, Stiles' best friend gets bitten by a werewolf and Stiles must strike a bargain with wolves in order to save him.

[zombyjuice]

YOU USED TO LIVE A BLONDED LIFE₊˚⊹ ᰔ(๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤)>c[_]

in which it’s almost valentines and all wonbin can think about is the girl on his bus rides home.

wonbin x fem!reader

cussing, awkward, kinda bad ngl, reader is poc ermmm enjoy :3

“I’m lonely, I need a man before Valentine or I’ll go fucking insane” you speak coming up behind your friend Luna who practically jumped out of her seat phone flying in the air “Goodness! Someone needs to go put a bell on you” you look down at her with a menacing stare getting out of your 🕴️pose and going to the other side to grab your chair, stepping over her phone.

“I feel like you’ve already gone insane,” she picks up her phone thanking God it’s not broken “Cute hair by the way” she points out your now dark brown hair up put in a ponytail and a white headband with a fluffy blue star clip attached to it, you smile softly touching your hair “hopefully that cute boy on the bus thinks the same, he’s always staring at me I think he wants at me” you let out a giggle and jump up and down on your chair “oh my GOSH he’s so fine how~”

“shut up I’m sure he’s going to like it your pretty and look straight out of one of those old quirky Japanese fashion magazines, also you don’t have the worst personality” she states finishing her coffee “Oh? whatever fuck you let’s go” you kick her under the table and watch her face curl up in pain laughing out loud.

You guys shuffle out of the cafe with grumpy faces seeing all Valentine’s decorations and giddy men and women with gifts for the significant others, “disgusting” you sneer “Be happy” you glare at her “Shut the fuck up and be mad with me fuck valentines!” you slightly shout her eyes darting around not understanding how you have no shame(in Korea), you were a strange complex person but she loved you for it, deciding to ignore the glares.

Not even on the bus yet eyes immediately start darting trying to find the boy excited dressed just for him even though in the back of your mind you knew you were never going to go up to him ever, especially remembering your first interaction.

To make a long story short he was at the bus station at 1 am doing God knows what (waiting for the bus) and since there was barely anyone there you and Luna thought it was the best time to do a silly little TikTok you sprouting with energy cause Luna just gave you tons of it.

The song was slowed down so there you were dancing your heart out (slowly) to Ma Boy by sistar19 to get the perfect video and everything would’ve been fine if you didn’t heard the stifled laugh that the boy was holding.

Your face contoured with fear and Luna's deadpan while tapping your shoulder to run. And ever since then you’d see the boy every day, which would be concerning any other man but this was a breathtaking man who looked at you like he wanted to go down on you any moment.

Luna says it’s not that bad because the video ended up being great the sped up video making people laugh and you guys got viral the next day but you think that was hands down the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“I think you guys would look good together” your friend states while you guys eagerly waiting for the bus “What do you mean? How?!” you get giddy slapping her arm “idk it give cute black cat bf and weird orange cat gf” “okay can you hop off always trying to insult me” “that’s what I do best” “oh you're a fucker” “ow! Stop pinching me gay fuck” “You’re g-”

“the doors open” a quiet voice that belonged to no other than your future(not really) pretty black cat boyfriend >:3

you both barely look back and beeline into the bus.

“haha,” you awkwardly laugh a little too late at the boy who looked at you a little silly, both of your eyebrows raised strangely at each other “Oh my gosh” Luna muttered.

You turned around all of a sudden you would like to leave right about now.

The bus ride was quite awkward you and your friend standing and chatting sometimes losing yourselves in the convos and laughing a bit too loud immediately going to check if he looked at you a certain way.

You guys shared cute glances here and there you could feel the way he looked at your outfit or the way he scanned your side profile also not failing to catch the soft grin plastered on his face.

When the time came around for you to get off your bus stop you frowned, yeah you guys never talked before and you weren’t planning on it, but his presence was enough you could gladly sit awkwardly next to him as he looked at you with those cute boba eyes, gladly giving him the same look back.

You gave him one last look and a soft tight lip smile before walking away with your friend off the bus, but what you didn’t catch was that he followed you guys off.

“excuse me- excuse me”

You guys turn stiff and you snap back to see him slightly smile and wave “Can I um speak to you, please, not to be weird or anything”

You look at Luna with a smile a little too bright and she nods smiling back and glaring at Wonbin before walking off.

you look back at the boy's direction and you walk up to meet each other properly…

“You changed your hair,” he states blankly your eyes go a bit wide, and chuckle a bit “Yeah I was tired of the blonde, but I’m nervous this might be too plain though it does look a lot better I might add some color or maybe like a couple of blo- sorry I blabbering” he giggles a little too hard eyes turning into crescents and cheeks burning red “sorry that was a weird statement, not your fault, haha but um I’m Wonbin…” he scammed your features and your reactions finding them all so cute how expressive and real you are it’s like he could see you take note of his name in your head.

“Wonbin.. pretty I like it! I’m y/n” his face burned more and he couldn’t help but let out a nervously high giggle “Also pretty I think you're pretty too and I wanted to introduce myself properly and take you on a date or two before you know, Valentine's” gulp.

[angelpassing-by]

TODAY WON'T BE THE END.

Pairing: Wriothesley x reader Genre: angst, comfort. Your boyfriend Wriothesley finds you during a depressive episode, after self harming, and comforts you. Modern AU. Tw: self harm, suicide talk, not graphic mention of injuries and blades, self harm scars. A/N: English is not my first language, this is my first ever time triying to write fanfiction. Basicaly, I've been struggling for some time now and craving some sh comfort comfort, which is quite difficult to come across. So I decided to write my own with my current comfort character.

It is quite late when Wriothesley sets a foot in your shared apartment. The soft tick-tack of the kitchen clock being the only thing to greet him. Normally you would greet him every night, lazily hugging him in your pajamas. Today, however, there's no sign of your presence in the home. Hopping to find you in the bedroom he makes his way through the corridor, trying his best not to wake you up with his heavy steps.

To his surprise, the bed is untouched and some quiet sniffles can be heard coming from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Dear?" his knocks on the door make you panic even more, fumbling with the first aid kit and the supplies scattered around it in the tile floor.

"Are you okay?" he heard no response but some metallic clatter on the other side as you managed to fit your blades back into their hidden box.

He had seen your scars, kissed them, touched them. To his eyes they were just another part of you, whom he lovingly adored, not taking away any of your beauty despite your self-deprecating talk about them. But that also meant he was aware of what those scars implied, he had even seen some of them heal, help you bandage them.

"I'm coming in." Without waiting for your response he gently pushes the door open.

Wriothesley's heart breaks when he seen your sobbing form on the floor, surrounded by bloodied papers and crimson stains. He kneels beside you, taking your face into his hands.

"What happened love?" but you can only cry harder and mumble gibberishly under your breath.

Wrio then takes your arm, handling it with much more care than you've ever had for your own body. He inspects the fresh cuts as you look at him through soaked lashes. The sanitary alcohol stings badly but you barely notice it and the bandages he wraps around your forearm feel soft and warm, a parody of a hug somehow.

After being appropriately patched up, Wrio opens his arms, about to hug you.

"No,No!" you hastily exclaim with a broken voice. "You'll get you clothes dirty." He chuckles and wraps you in his strong arms, trapping you in his warm body - safety.

"Do you what to tell me what happened?" he asks cautiously, after braking your embrace, whipping you tears away with his thumbs.

"I don't think-- I- can" you stumble with your words "-- you know - this- do this."

"This?"

"Life." you whisper.

"Oh" the implications of your words take some time to register, but when they do, he engulfs you in his arms again, perhaps hopping that you don't notice the stray tear that rolls down his cheek.

Time goes by incredibly slow until he grabs your face again and locks his eyes with yours. "I know you can, I know you will do this" Wrio's words are barely loud enough to be heard.

"I'm scared -- I - don't know what to do, I know nothing, I feel so lost". The tears, gone and dry in your face, return, and you hate yourself for letting them pour again.

"I know, love. It's so difficult to know what the future holds. I don't think anybody out there knows exactly how to do life. But hear me out, you are not alone in this, you've got me, you've got your friends, your family. You don't have to figure life alone. Fuck, you don't even need to figure it out at all." His expression softens when you giggle at his last words. "love, you don't have to know how to do life, and if you feel uncertain again, know for a fact that I've got you."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what" he responds placing a kiss on your forehead.

[justmeinadaze]

Hi! I have this really REALLY angsty request that if you don’t want to do it okay, but since you’ve posted things with a similar theme I thought maybe you could write it.

So it’s similar to the pop star!reader x bodyguard!steddie, but this is just regular them Ig? So reader overdoses with some of Eddie’s stuff, and when the boys arrive, Eddie kinda gets flashbacks from when his mom overdosed. I’m just really a craver for angst, hurt, comfort fics

Thank you so much! I love your stuff!!🤍🤍

Steddie Asks/ Ko-Fi <3

Warning: Dark themes of drugs and overdosing, all three discuss an incident where the reader overdoses

The table is silent as you and your boyfriends pick at the food they had purchased after bringing you home from the hospital. Having grown accustomed to the balanced meal they provided, you were struggling to fully get through the heavy pasta in front of you. 

You hated this; the weighted energy that hung in the air. 

You would give anything to go back to how things used to be when you, Steve, and Eddie could just laugh and have fun but a line had been forever crossed. Trust broken in that one moment when you snuck into the metalhead’s things and found drugs that weren’t meant for you especially after you promised things were going to be different. 

“I know! I’m sorry! I don’t mean to go overboard. Everything is just so overwhelming and it helps me…breathe. I promise, I’ll slow down. I’ll get clean, I swear.”

You meant it at the time and every time after when you talked yourself out of buying a new supply. But when you were fired from your job for seemingly no reason, you needed to numb your brain. 

“Just one more.”, you had told yourself.

One more turned into another hit and then another…and another…until a couple of days later you woke up in an emergency room with your boyfriends clinging to your hands. 

“Do you want me to make you something?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve barely touched your food. If you don’t want it I can make you something else.”, Steve explains as his eyes scan you over. 

“Oh, um, no. I’m ok. I’m just not very hungry, I guess.” He nodded without saying another and you felt like you were going to explode. “How long are we going to do this?”

“Do what, honey?”

“Avoid the topic of what happened.”

“We don’t need to talk about that now.”, Eddie mumbled without even looking your way.

“I’d like to. I’d prefer it over this.” Neither man said anything as they continued to stare in front of them at their food. “Come on, guys. Yell, scream, throw things; I don’t fucking care just…talk to me.”

“Not right now.”, the metalhead repeated in a firmer tone. 

“When then, Ed?”

“Whenever Eddie chooses it seems.”, the other boy sassed throwing you off guard slightly. You half expected any hostility to be directed towards you but the way Steve said that…he was angry at his friend as well.

“Well go on. Out with it, Harrington. You’ve been fucking passive aggressive since we got to the hospital. Just fucking get it out, man.”

“Oh, it’s ok now? Now you’ll fucking listen to me. You didn’t listen to me when I asked you not to keep any drugs in this fucking apartment!”

“I didn’t expect her to dig through my things!”

“She’s an addict, you fucking idiot!”

“HEY!”, you shouted as Eddie rose from his chair, knocking it down behind him. “I said talk, not be mean. This isn’t his fault.”

“No, you’re right. It’s both your faults. I asked him not to bring drugs here because you were trying to get better, Y/N, but you were still struggling. I saw it every day you came home! You were always one step away from fucking breaking but you never said anything! Why!? Why didn’t you talk to us or hell even a doctor?! I don’t fucking care!”

“I didn’t know how…”

“Oh, fucking bullshit!”

“Because I didn’t want to burden you two! That’s all I fucking am! You both have enough going on than to deal with me.”

“So, this was better? Us finding you on the fucking bedroom floor?!” At Steve’s words, Eddie crossed his arms as he hugged himself tightly; the memory of that day hitting them both. “Did you think when we found you barely breathing, we thought ‘Oh thank God. One less problem.’? Or when we watched EMS poke and prod your pale, sweaty skin that we were thankful you did this instead of coming to us? That we would be proud that you feel better numbing yourself with that shit than being open with the men you supposedly love?!”

In anger, he flipped the dining room table making you jump and stand as everything crashed to the ground. The former jock had been holding this in for weeks and now that the flood gates had been opened, he couldn’t stop them. 

“I thought you were gonna die. You didn’t see what we saw, Y/N. All the color was gone from your face and you were so sticky with sweat…I’ll never forget that smell… You didn’t move or answer us. When EMS arrived, they were shouting a lot but the thing that stood out was ‘She’s not breathing.’”

Eddie’s own breathing stuttered and when you glanced his way you realized he was trying to control the tears that had begun to fall. 

“They asked what you took but when we told them we didn’t know but we know your history and they suggested what it could have been, I knew from his face it was something Munson brought in. I almost fucking killed him, Y/N.”

“Steve—”

“No. I’m not exaggerating or anything like that. It took all of my energy to not beat the shit out of him right then and there.”

“You think I don’t do that already?”, the metalhead growled. “You think I don’t fucking beat myself for what happened?! I stopped dealing the moment we found out about her vices. I gave Rick back everything I had because I knew that temptation would be hard for her. He needed someone to hold onto his stuff for a couple of days because Rick expected his PO to make a surprise visit. Steve, I swear to God, I didn’t think she would… I trusted her…”

After drying his eyes, Eddie squared his shoulders towards you both. 

“Maybe that was naive but she was getting better. That’s our problem, Harrington. I trust her too much and you don’t trust her at all!”

“I don’t and this is exactly the reason why!”

“I understand.” Your tiny voice cuts through their fury giving them pause. “When I get low like I did and the craving hits… it’s like being in a black hole I can’t crawl out of. I didn’t think about how my choice would affect either of you but especially Eddie. All I could think about was how I just needed the pain to stop. I am so fucking sorry. I-I-I understand if you want to take a break or some time away from me while I deal with this. I just—”

Steve cuts you off by stepping over the contents on the floor and yanking you to his chest. 

“You’re doing it again, honey. You don’t have to face this alone. We’re here to help you every step of the way.”

“Just because we’re upset with you doesn’t mean we stopped loving you.”, Eddie added before wrapping his arm around you both. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am.”

“I forgive you. It’s going to take some time but we can get this and become better together.”

“I love you both so much and I’m so sorry for scaring you. Even if it takes my whole life I’ll make it up to you.”, you pledge as your voice is slightly muffled by the chest in front of you.

“Baby, all we want is for you to be happy. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.” Nodding, you push your face into the metalhead’s warm embrace as Steve released the two of you to pick up the table and the mess he had made. “Y/N, you remind me a lot of my mother. You are beautiful, funny, and sweet almost to a fault but when we found you… you were unresponsive like her… My dad abandoned her long before she passed but I promise, sweetheart, we’ll be right here with you every step of the way. You’re not alone.”

After kissing your forehead, Eddie knelt down to help his friend and both boys exchange a small smile before you follow his decent to help to. 

“Oh, Y/N, we got this—”

“Together, Steve. Any kind of chaos or situation life throws our way we handle it together.”

[pt2change]

can we get even closer? — jeon jungkook

[gif source]

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: friends with benefits, mentions of smoking weed, y/n is grumpy, college!au (in my mind), jk comforting y/n, they have feelings for each other but haven’t confessed :0, insecurities, fluff

word count: 1,549

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you’re both on your backs, laying side by side, with barely any space in between you both

you’re in your small one bedroom apartment tonight, in a relatively small sized bed, and well here you are…

you’re both crammed next to each other and although you’ll both never admit it, the both of you enjoy being like this

the bed creaked loudly when jungkook shifted slightly closer to you

it was sometime in the middle of the day, and you were both still breathing heavily from the second time you had sex

the room was getting hot and the sunshine kept creeping in, even through the curtains

part of it was due to the fact that you had your blinds open before he arrived to your apartment

you thought about getting up, but ultimately decided against it

you felt so calm and relaxed, and with everything going on in your life, you almost forgot what that felt like

the breathing beside you had slowed down, and when you turn your head to the side, you find jungkook asleep

you lay there for a while, hoping to fall asleep but it fails

so…..

you blindly decided to reach over towards the rolled joint that jungkook had placed on your nightstand

however, you accidentally end up smacking the alarm clock that you have onto the floor

you can’t help but curse quietly

��what are you doing?” you hear jungkook’s voice

you clear your throat lightly

“waking you up obviously” you mumbled back to him

you grab the joint successfully, and light the end of it, inhaling it and passing it over to a half-asleep jungkook as you exhaled

“what time is it?” he turns to face you after blowing the smoke out of his mouth, passing it back to you

“i have no idea” you glanced down at your clock on the floor, seeing a few pieces scattered on the floor “i’m pretty sure i just broke my fucking clock.”

the rooms remains quiet as you and jungkook share the joint a few more times

“y/n” jungkook begins, “there are other ways you could’ve woken me up rather than breaking your clock”

you rolled your eyes and turn to face him

he continues, “you should have tried whispering something sweet in my ear….” he pauses, “like a compliment, and i probably would’ve been so shocked that i would’ve fell to the floor instead of your clock”

he teases you and smiles

you stare at him for what seems like forever before you turn away or you’d catch yourself smiling back at him

it happened more frequently where you found yourself smiling like an idiot at jungkook or where you both stared at each other longer than necessary

you had brought up the idea of being friends with benefits to jungkook months after you had broken up with your then boyfriend

to which of course, jungkook agreed

you wanted to avoid the aspects of a romantic relationships and yet…..

here you are….

jungkook was doing all these things to you and making you feel so many things

it kinda pissed you off the way he slowly made you fall for him

but you enjoyed the way you felt with him, it was familiar, like home

you smacked your lips together, “why would i even want to wake you up? it was quiet and peaceful up until now”

you turn to look over at him again, “plus you don’t annoy me half as much when you’re asleep”

and when jungkook pokes you on the side of your rib, you’re grinning and laughing

jungkook yawns and stretches his arms out and they accidentally brush against your own

“you would explode into pieces if you actually said something nice to someone”

you turn to look at him with a shocked face before he lets out a chuckle

“let’s see…” you begin, taking time to examine his face

“should i say something like oh my god jungkook, you have the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen?”

you nod your head slightly before looking away from him

“yeah but you have to actually mean it. otherwise it doesn’t work-”

you scoffed, “did it sound like i was joking?”

“wait… you actually meant that?” jungkook propped himself up to look at you

you shrug your shoulders

then you feel him poking you…. multiple times

“who are you and what have you done with the real y/n?” he says in between in each poke

“oh shut up!” you playfully smack him in the arm

and jungkook lays next to you again and smacks his lips together, “ah, there you are”

the two of you pass the remaining joint between each other until you decide to put it out

then you both fall into a comfortable silence, and you close your eyes to help you feel more relaxed

it’s not long until jungkook turned his head to face you, and now it’s his turn to study your face

and he thinks back to when you first decided to sleep with each other,

he thinks back to when you expressed to him the idea of having sex without kissing, claiming that it was “too intimate” and how that wasn’t what you were looking for

and well jungkook respected you so he doesn’t

but all he can focus on is your kissable lips

and he really wanted to kiss you

and if you were being completely honest, you have wanted to kiss jungkook for a while now

even in this moment, as you lay with your eyes closed and you can feel his eyes on you

you still want to kiss him

but kissing meant intimacy and closeness, and that’s what scared you

if you kissed jungkook the way you wanted to, then you couldn’t avoid how you felt for him

not too long goes by before you open your eyes and look over at jungkook, “what?”

jungkook clears his throat, “nothing. i’m just looking at you”

he keeps his mouth open, as if he’s debating on continuing his sentence, “i think i like you”

“and why would you do that?” you look back at him

to be quiet honest, you weren’t sure why jungkook stuck around with you

you weren’t dumb, you knew jungkook could find someone better to spend his days with

but he spends them with you, and yeah, sex is always amazing but you do more than that

you enjoy each others company, even if it’s doing the most random thing, like ordering in or watching movies with awful cgi

“you really don’t know?” jungkook asks you and he props himself on his elbows again and faces you

“well… let’s see, first of all, you ha-”

jungkook widens his eye when we feels your index finger pressed against his lips

you shake your head, “nope”

jungkook moves his head away from your finger, and shakes his head, “yeah i should’ve seen that coming”

“coming? oh you’ve seen that many times”

when you look at jungkook, he has a deadpanned face on his look and you can’t help but laugh

in the midst of your laughing outburst, jungkook speaks up

“no y/n, i was gonna say you have a big heart-“

his eyes are staring right at yours and you swear you can feel your heart begin to beat even faster than normal

“- and i know you put up this mean and grumpy front with other people but you can be really sweet when you want to and…even though you’ll never admit it, i know you care. you care about people. you care about me.”

he pauses, and you can tell he’s thinking of the right words to say

“you’re the only person that thinks the worst of yourself, y/n. and i just wish i could let you see yourself the way that i see you.”

………..

oh……..

you were truly at a loss for words.

his words affected you more than you would have wanted to admit

for a second, you had thought it was because he was high from the weed you both smoked but

you felt the sincerity in his voice

like he truly meant it.

and to be honest, you didn’t know how to respond back to him

jungkook seemed to have sense how you felt so he said nothing as well and laid back down next to you

the quietness that filled the room was what you need to gather your thoughts and process what you were gonna do next

jungkook began to wonder if he had did something wrong

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have said anything, i can leave”

you can feel his side of the bed moving, but you sit up and place your hand on his chest, keeping him from moving

“don’t…. don’t go.” you whisper

“okay” he mumbled, and he placed his hand on yours

and you both stare at each other for what seems like eternity

before jungkook looks like he’s about to speak up again, you lift your leg over his body and straddle him

and you lean down to kiss him

he places one hand on your waist and the other one cups your faces as you fall into a deep and tender kiss

you could feel the kiss through your entire body

you pulled away first and looked at jungkook

and you looked at him in a way that made his heart skip a beat

you went to go lay back down next to jungkook, your fingers intertwining with his

jungkook speaks up, “we have to stop smoking so much weed.”

and you chuckle, “no we shouldn’t”

[honey-crypt]

a/n: wrote this during whiteboard night with the elliott squad @fuerrziah @sonicsbigmassivepersonality @pxtofawn @razberry-cookie cuz i can’t do digital art (yet) soooo… enjoy!

word count: 1k

warnings: nsfw (minors dni), public sex, messy sex, drunk sex, mentions of cheating, unhealthy coping mechanisms (farmer uses drinking to cope with their breakup), elliott and the farmer ruin gus’s storage room, “oh! that escalated quickly!”

summary: you got your heart broken by your dumb ex-boyfriend and need relief. good thing elliott’s here to help you out!

★ frunk duck [drunk fuck] - elliott x farmer ★

You couldn't help it, though; you had just been dumped by your boyfriend Alex and you had to drink your sorrows away. Of course, the only place to do so in a small, buttfuck town like Pelican Town (other than enjoying a beer at home) was going to the Stardrop Saloon. Just a few drinks, you said, just a few drinks was all you needed to get that asshole off your mind.

Then you saw him, Elliott, sitting alone at the bar and nursing a pint in his hand. You approached the writer and took the bar stool next to him, “Hey,” you gave him a short greeting before waving Gus down and ordering your own beer. The redhead eyed you and offered a smile, “Hello. What brings you here at such a late hour, my friend?”

“Alex,” you grumbled. Gus set the beer in front of you and in a flash, you downed it and let out a low burp. Elliott raised his eyebrows at the scene, “Oh, dear. What did he do this time?”

“Fucked a random chick from ZuZu City when we were supposed to go out on our date,” you let out a stale laugh. You then beckoned Gus down and requested him to pour some shots. Despite the concerned look in his eyes, the bartender honored your request and placed five or so shot glasses down on the table, “Pick your poison.”

“Vodka,” you answered. Gus grabbed a bottle of chilled vodka from the rack and poured it into each shot glass, “Enjoy, let me know if you need anything, okay?” The saloon owner left to attend to other patrons. It was a surprisingly slow night for the saloon, only seven patrons beside you and Elliott inside.

“Wanna join me?” you held out a shot of vodka to Elliott. He stared at the shot and gently set his beer down on the wooden table, “I would be happy to. What shall we toast to?”

You raised your shot, “To not letting assholes walk all over us.”

Elliott raised his shot after you, “Cheers to that,” you clinked the other’s glass with your own and took the shot in one swift motion, the burn of the vodka and its chilly temperature coating your throat. Soon, one shot turned into two, then three, then so on until you could barely remember why you were drinking in the first place. You swung your bodyweight to the side and faced Elliott, his face red and eyes hazy from the alcohol.

“Ellieeeeee,” you leaned into the writer and muttered in his ear, “I have an idea…”

“Y- Yeah?” he hiccuped. You nodded, more so headbutting the poor fella, and giggled, “You- You should fuck me,” the redhead’s eyes widened at the proposition but smiled nonetheless, “Okay!” Elliott grabbed you by the hand and pulled you off the bar stool, walking you towards the backroom of the saloon.

Now, here you were, getting your guts stirred up like fresh spaghetti by Elliott’s thick, juicy cock. It was a prettier cock than Alex’s, longer and thicker, utterly delicious to suck on. The way he mewled and stifled back moans when you blew his dick was simply a sight to behold. He tasted sweet, from his lips to his weeping cock.

He then lubed your hole up with spit and a leftover lube packet he had in his coat. You didn’t ask where or why he had a travel size packet of lube in his coat, you were too busy getting yourself fucked dumb by a handsome, freckled man with an unnatural toned body for his lifestyle.

It was a treat to see such a gentleman give into his primal desires, his need to fuck and to breed any pretty holes he bore witness to. His cock was like a spear, stabbing you with a pleasurable pain. Your eyes lit up when Elliott made contact with your sweet spot, “There! There, right there!” you moaned to him. Like the obedient puppy he was, Elliott followed your direction and continued to abuse that one spot of yours, his cock pistoning in and out of your hole over and over and over and-

You clenched down on Elliott’s dick and held back a cry, as you climaxed. Elliott held onto you and covered your mouth while you rode out your orgasm, sober enough to know that any loud noise from the backroom would arouse suspicion.

You went limp in Elliott’s arm, too dumb to move or make a sound. Elliott took the chance to resume his motions, using you as a human fleshlight to chase his own climax. He quickly followed in suit, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his whimpering moans while he shot ropes of cum deep inside you.

Elliott and you remained still for a few minutes until the redhead’s cock went soft and he was able to pull himself out of you. Some cum spilled from your hole and joined the collection of fluids on the floor. Elliott hastily wiped the liquids away with his handkerchief and pocketed it back into his coat. He snapped his fingers in your face, trying to see if you were mentally there enough to get up and get dressed, but he only got soft babbles in return.

“Elliott, (Y/N)?” the two of you turned to face the owner of the voice. Gus stood in the doorway with his arms crossed in annoyance and disappointment, “Please tell me you got… no fluids on my produce,” the bartender entered the backroom and made a beeline for some of the boxes. Once Gus confirmed that the produce was fine, he stated, “You two are banned from the saloon for the next month.”

“Yeah, that’s fair,” answered Elliott. He redressed you and threw your drunk, fucked dumb ass onto his back, “Bye, Gus.”

“Bye, Elliott. Bye, (Y/N),” the bartender bid you both farewell, as Elliott carried you out of the Stardrop Saloon. Guess you have to drink at home for the next month!

[adoristsposts]

hi i love your writing! could you possibly do justin herbert and reader breaking up but then they rekindle and it’s a happy ending?

author's note; anons treating me so well u guys have better ideas than i do icl summary; alcohol and not being over your ex doesn't exactly mix well- unless, of course, your ex seems just as hung up on you. word count; 1K warnings; drinking, swearing characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

You let a loud sigh escape your lips the second your apartment door shut behind you. You placed a palm on the door, using it for support as you slipped off your heels and let your bare feet sink into the carpeted floor. "Jesus," you muttered to yourself. Without missing a beat, you headed to your fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. You set your purse down on the kitchen island and, wine bottle in hand, padded over to the couch. You turned it on and, of course, your ex-boyfriend's face filled the screen. "It was just a flesh wound." He told the press before you could switch the channels. Your hand paused, hovering over the Netflix icon you had been meaning to press. A flesh wound? You couldn't stop yourself from pulling your phone out and googling it. Three years later you were unable to resist the need to know he was okay. His dismissal of it on television seemed reasonable, you decided as you scrolled through a few articles. But then a few articles became a highlight reel. And then media posts. And then his Instagram. He still followed you from back when the two of you had dated. You remembered his management encouraging him to make the account, and how, despite the fact he didn't run it, he had made sure you were one of the few hundred he followed back.

The split had been amicable. Your post-college heart had been absolutely broken, but Justin was moving to LA and you couldn't handle the distance. The two of you tried keeping in contact for a few months, but the second he was spotted with another woman you shut down. By the time you had sorted out your feelings for him, it felt too embarrassing to reach out. Now, ironically, you were in LA. And you wished you had held on to contact. Because god damn was dating in LA boring. The one you had just returned from had entailed a Chiefs fan mansplaining football to you and complaining about Taylor Swift- all because you had peeked past his shoulder to get a look at the Niners' score. You forced yourself to close your phone. You stood up and walked over to the closest mirror, checking yourself out. You had done your hair and makeup and picked a cute outfit- even worn heels!- just for the guy to be a tool. You smoothed out your shirt. Fuck it, you told yourself. You texted your best friend. Wanna go out? Absolutely, bitch. She replied.

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. How you had gotten home, or what exactly had happened the night before, you had no idea. You groaned loudly and leaned over to grab your phone off the nightstand. The notifications that greeted you were so mortifying you were sure you were going to puke. Seven missed calls from Justin, three voicemails, and five text messages. There was no chance in hell you were looking at any of those. You took an everything shower, blew out your hair, painted your nails, and made yourself food. Who knew that your ex-boyfriend could be so helpful when it came to working through a hangover? Finally, hours later, you had to check. The time without your phone- although you hated to admit it- was driving you crazy. You could only sit through so much without wanting to check it. And you were sure your best friend had to be worried you had choked on your own vomit at this point.

You responded to her texts first, with a simple 'I think I drunk called Justin.' You ignored her frantic texts and clicked on his first voicemail. "Hey." His voice sent shivers down your spine. There was something so homely about the way he sounded. Like hearing an old favorite song. "I think you drunk called me. My hand's fine, thanks for asking. Just a sprain, it'll be fine by the end of our by week. " Ever polite. When Justin first stepped into the spotlight, so many people questioned his personality and whether he would be fit to lead a team as their quarterback. He had never cared. He always dismissed it with a quiet wave. He was how he was, and you had loved him for it. The voicemail cut out there, and you played the next one. "Sorry," He began, because what else would he start out with? "I can't stop listening to what you sent me. I know you're drunk, but you said you haven't gotten over it- just in case you don't remember in the morning- and I haven't either. Just thought you should know." A click. You cringed. You truthfully didn't remember a moment of it. You understood now how the prohibition had happened. The last one. "Ok, I swear this is it." He laughed. The sound was like stepping under a warm ray of sun on a cold day. "I miss you. Text me when you wake up- I'm sorry for blowing up your phone. You said you were in LA? We should reconnect."

You put your phone face down and ran a hand over your face. Reconnect. With your ex-boyfriend. That you still weren't over. You texted your best friend. She responded with a bunch of messages that all had the same point; 'absolutely, you dumbass, you are still so in love with him and i'm sick of hearing about it.'

You swiped out of her messages and opened Justin's, which were full of concerned texts and him asking for you to text him when you got home to ensure you were safe. You bit your lip to try and control your smile. I'm free anytime this week. Coffee?

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Sorry to hear you've been having a bad day, hopefully you get some catharsis from writing angst cuz I don't got any hurt/comfort ideas but I do have a straight up angst if you feel you want to write it

"You don't belong anywhere near me" said by character to reader, I was thinking mean sirius x muggle born reader but you can do whatever

thank you so much, love 😊 it was just one of those days where nothing seemed to go right but, today was better! I love the angst! I couldn't bring myself to make Sirius fully mean (sorry, I'm a Sirius simp) but it's a very angsty situation, so I hope you like it Warnings: Sirius is an asshole, drunk, and high and this is super angsty

"So, that's it then?" you asked, trying your best to not let your voice shake. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction. There was no way you'll let him know how much he broke you.

"I don't know what to tell you, dove" he laughed. He had the audacity to laugh at you. "It was fun while it lasted" he shrugged.

"You're lying" you said in barely a whisper.

"I am?" he chuckled.

You knew he was. For the past weeks, Sirius had been pulling away from you. It started with small things, he made up excuses that he didn't have time to be with you. It escalated when you noticed and heard everywhere that he started partying again. Heavily partying. And not with his friends. And now, here you found him at yet another party in Gryffindor and you were now in his dorm arguing because you found somebody else's bra on his bed, and he didn't even try to hide it. You knew he was trying to make it look like he cheated on you. But you knew he wouldn't do that. You knew something was wrong and he was hiding it from you. And from his friends.

"Sirius, what is going on?" you asked, trying to walk closer to him again but he took a step back.

"Nothing's going on, I don't want to be with you anymore! Can't you get that through your fucking stupid head?" he snapped, glaring at you.

This wasn't him. This wasn't your Sirius. He seemed haunted and broken and you wanted your boyfriend back. But he didn't seem to want to be back.

"Hey" you heard Remus coming in with James and Peter behind him. "Is everything okay?"

"We can hear you guys from downstairs" James told you.

"What's going on?" Peter asked, confused.

"Why don't you ask your stupid friend?" you said, feeling your eyes tear up a little.

"Nothing's going on. She's just making a stupid drama out of it, like usual" he said. "We're done" he said, starting to walk out of his dorm but his friends stood there.

"Done? What do you mean done?" James asked, confused.

"Oh, for fucks sake! Can you just leave me the fuck alone and stay out of my fucking business?" Sirius yelled at them.

"Sirius, we're just worried about you and we want to understand-"

"There is nothing else to understand!" he yelled at you. He had never yelled at you. "I don't want to be with you anymore, okay? We're done! I fucked someone else, for fucks sake! I don't-!" he stopped and for a second, you saw the old Sirius back but it was gone just as quickly. "I don't love you anymore!" he said, feeling his entire heart shatter at the look on your face. It was done. He had broken you and now you will stay away from him. And you will be safe.

"You don't mean that" you whispered, trying one last time, but he had made up his mind. He composed himself and laughed one more time.

"You don't belong anywhere near me, you mud-"

"Hey!" James was about to throw himself at Sirius but you were quicker by slapping him and you pushed him away.

"You are a fucking coward!" you said as tears streamed down your face and you left the dorm. James and Peter glared at their friend before they followed you but Remus stayed behind.

"Is this really how you wanted things to end? Did you really have to break her like that?" he snapped.

Sirius looked at his best friend before choking down the drink in his hand.

"Yes" was the only thing he said before he left the dorm and went back to the party.

[filevenswhore]

pre-canon timeline after dark | pt. 2

uhm. . . i did a thing.

after seeing the sweet way u reacted to yesterday’s pre-canon tl after dark chap, i thought it’d be right to give u the continuation of that since i had it in my drafts also 💌

this is the second part of yesterday’s chap

it’s entirely written in mike’s pov

the chap is over 3k words long. a lil chunky.

there’s some explicit stuff at the end but v tame for my usual standards !

have fun reading. hope u’ll enjoy. lmk what u think ! 💋

“oh, shit,” lucas muttered, slowing for a second before resuming his stride.

“what? what’s wrong?” mike asked, glancing at him. lucas locked his phone and shoved it into his back pocket.

the boys were on their way to a frat party a few blocks away, for once entirely ditching a car to walk there.

“el broke up with ethan,” lucas said with raised eyebrows.

mike almost faltered mid-step, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

el broke up with ethan.

he hadn’t attended a single pizza friday since the evening she brought ethan, the evening she managed to really get under his skin. it had been unbearable—a catalyst for everything that came after. he’d told himself staying away was for the best. less time around her meant fewer chances for her to irritate him, to make him angry just by existing in the same space.

but it wasn’t just anger. it was something worse.

since then, his nights had taken on a heavier routine; find someone, anyone, and sink in a haze of sex and sweat. the faces all blurred together, the names even more so. he’d never had this many hook-ups in a single month, never so repeatedly. each day was a new attempt to smother the gnawing ache in his chest, to bury it under layers of meaningless sex until he could finally forget completely—until he could forget himself.

but the more nights he spent with girls he can barely even remember, the emptier he felt.

every fleeting moment of pleasure left him more detached, more desensitized. he wasn’t sure he even felt anything anymore.

but that was the point, wasn’t it?

he wanted to stain his soul with these futile nights until there was nothing left of who he used to be. nothing left of the boy who once—

he almost shook his to shove the thoughts away, but he didn’t, he simply snapped back into the present moment.

the present in which she isn’t dating that fucker anymore.

he felt the grin on his lips now and instantly masked it with a sharp scowl.

what the hell?

there was nothing to grin about, he didn’t care whether she’s dating him or not. fuck that, he didn’t care about her.

what he cared about was not letting any more intruders and unwelcome people, like her and even worse, her boyfriend, be a part of his environment.

“shit, did she tell you?” dustin asked, his voice pulling mike back.

“no, max told me,” lucas replied. “we were supposed to go on a double date tomorrow, but guess that’s cancelled.”

mike’s stomach churned at that. a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he fought to keep his expression neutral. the idea of her weaving him into their group like he belonged made him angry. if she hadn’t broken up with him, would they have just… let him stay? would they have accepted him, even liked him?

“well, i’m gonna sound like a horrible friend,” dustin said, his tone unapologetic, “but i’m glad el broke up with him. she’s way too good for that boring guy.”

the others murmured their agreement, except for mike, who stayed silent.

“you think el’s okay?” will asked, concern written all over his face.

lucas shrugged. “i don’t know. it seemed like she liked him well enough, but she’ll be fine. it’s el we’re talking about.”

will chuckled softly. “you’re right.”

the frat house loomed ahead, its windows glowing with lights. music spilled onto the street, a bass-heavy rhythm that seemed to vibrate through the ground. dustin started to ramble about which drinking games he planned to win, lucas laughed as they passed through the doors and will shook his head affectionately.

mike trailed slightly behind—planning his night. he’ll find some girl whose name he probably won’t even know and add another meaningless fuck to his list.

over the past month, even tangled deeply with strangers, she had a way of creeping into his mind uninvited.

her image would momentarily flash behind his eyes, their latest argument ringing in his head, his chest still burning with the nail that poked it, and he’d spent the rest of the night trying to tear her out of his thoughts entirely.

she messed him up and he fucking hated her for it.

they stepped inside, the heat and noise quickly greeting them. the place was already packed, bodies swaying and grinding out-of-sync with the music. the air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the faint scent of spilled alcohol.

they walked further inside and just as mike was about to part ways with them to go on with his usual routine, he heard dustin.

“holy shit,” dustin said, stopping short. “guess we have our answer about whether she’s okay or not.”

mike turned instinctively, his eyes scanning the crowd—until they landed on her.

there she was, softly swaying in time with the music, her hips moving in a way that seemed effortless. max was at her side, both of them holding plastic cups that sloshed slightly with their movements. el threw her head back, laughing at something max said.

and then there was her outfit.

the shortest fucking skirt he’d ever seen.

his jaw tensed, his teeth grinding slightly as his gaze fell, completely unsolicited, tracing the length of her legs. the skirt hugged her hips, leaving almost fucking nothing to the imagination, paired with a low-cut top that revealed her cleavage.

he internally barked at himself to look away.

but it was like he was stuck, his eyes dragging back to her like a damn gravitational pull.

“yep, she’s fine,” lucas said, chuckling, but mike barely registered the words.

his chest felt tight as if his body was working against him. and then, it really did—a hot rush of blood surged downward, his body reacting before his brain could intervene.

he hissed under his breath, shifting uncomfortably, anger flaring like a shot of adrenaline through his veins. he clenched his fists at his sides, furious with himself, with her, with all of it.

for the first time in his life, he was turned on by her.

by her.

the thought alone made his stomach churn.

without saying a word, he turned and left, shoving past people without a second glance, his entire body taut. he didn’t care where he went—he just needed to be anywhere else, anywhere she wasn’t.

he grabbed the first beer he could find, holding it with far more force than necessary, and dropped into an empty chair in the corner of the room. his head fell back against the wall as he exhaled sharply, trying to will the heat out of his body.

the beer was cold in his hand, condensation dripping onto his fingers. he barely even noticed. he took a swing of the drink; trying to unentangle his thoughts from circling back to her to get rid of the annoying reaction of his body.

“hey, mind if i join you?”

a sweet and unfamiliar hit his ears. he looked up, only half-surprised to see a girl standing in front of him already, one hand on her hip and the other clutching a cup.

she was blonde, her long hair cascading in loose waves over her shoulders with a playful smile on her lips.

“sure.” he said after a beat, gesturing vaguely to the seat beside him.

instead of taking the chair, she perched on the armrest, leaning just slightly toward him. “i’m not even going to pretend like i don’t know you. you’re mike, right?”

his eyebrows raised in surprise, “depends on who’s asking.”

she laughed, “cass,” she said, offering her hand. “that was a little creepy of me, sorry. but i’ve heard from you through marie.”

he had no idea who marie was. someone he went to class with? someone he hooked up with before?

he didn’t let it show on his face through, he took her hand in his and shook it briefly. “nice to meet you, cass.”

she didn’t pull away immediately, her fingers lingering against his. “i’ve seen you at a few parties before,” she said, tilting her head. “you always seem… busy.”

he raised an eyebrow. “busy, huh?”

she shrugged, her smile widening. “busy enough that i couldn’t approach you before.”

there it was. just what he came here for in the first place, exactly the distraction he needed.

“i don’t know what you mean.” he joked.

her laughter came easily, her confidence filling the space between them. it wasn’t long before she slid into his lap, her hand resting on his shoulder as if she’d done it a hundred times before.

“hmm, i might show you as the night progresses," she said, her tone triumphant.

“you’re trying to keep me busy for the whole night then?” he smirked, his hand settling instinctively on her waist.

they fell into easy conversation, her asking questions about him—where he was from, what he was studying—and throwing in flirty comments every chance she got. he played along, deflecting with dry humor, some flirty comments and half-truths, giving just enough to keep her interested.

when their drinks ran out, she pouted, shaking her empty cup. “now what? the conversation was just getting good.”

mike stood, easing her off his lap with care. “i’ll grab us some more.”

“such a gentleman,” she teased, watching him with a pleased smile. “don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

he winked at her before making his way through the crowd and headed toward the kitchen. the noise dimmed slightly as he entered the space, the counters were cluttered with bottles, cups, and spilled liquor. he ignored the mess, grabbing two cups from the stack and scanning the scattered bottles of half-empty liquor.

he’d just reached for a bottle of rum when someone collided into him from behind, nearly sending him into the counter.

“watch where the hell—” he started, turning sharply.

his words died down when he saw her.

her hair was slightly tousled, cheeks flushed, and her eyes gleamed drunkenly. she was holding a cup that sloshed dangerously close to spilling over, but her grip was steady enough.

“oh, it’s you,” she drawled, her lips curling into a smirk. “and here i was about to thank the heavens, thinking you’d finally vanished.”

mike clenched his jaw, every nerve in his body flaring like she’d flipped a switch. “get the fuck out of my eyesight.”

she raised an eyebrow, taking a deliberate sip from her drink. “damn, directly biting today, huh? what’d i do to piss you off this time, do tell.”

“i’m not in the mood to even look at you today.” he snapped, his voice low but sharp. “i mean it, hopper, why aren’t you leaving already?”

she stepped closer, just enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume and sweat. “because the drinks are here, asshat. and i can stay wherever i want, whenever i want. what makes you think i care about your wishes?”

his hands flexed, he quickly turned back to the bottles, pouring a generous amount of rum into one of the cups. “jesus christ, you really are fucking annoying. bother someone else.”

her laugh was mocking. “bother you? please, you give yourself too much importance. personally, i had the time of my life without you around these past pizza fridays. but the guys miss you.” she took a sip, twisting her lips into comical disbelief. “for whatever reason.”

“what the hell are you talking about?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about.” she leaned against the counter beside him, her smirk widening. “you don’t have to avoid pizza fridays anymore. ethan won’t be there anymore. you won’t bump into him again.”

his hand tightened on the cup as he glanced at her, a mocking laughter spilling out of him. “shit, that’s what you think? i wasn’t concerned about bumping into your little boyfriend, i couldn’t give a fuck less.”

“oh?” she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “then it was about bumping into me?” she tsked. “oh, wheeler. it’s so cute that you still think you’ll be able to get rid of me that easily. i’ll always be around, i don’t care how much you wish i weren’t.”

he glared at her, taking a step forward like a string pulling him towards her. his blood was running hot in his body, this girl—everything about her was so fucking infuriating. “you think everything’s about you, don’t you?”

she shrugged, feigning innocence. “only when it is.”

he slammed the cup down on the counter with more force than necessary, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife. “and you had the nerve telling me i’m egotistical? someone has to hold a fucking mirror in front of you.”

“we’re talking about having a nerve now?” her tone dripped with venom and mockery. “rich coming from someone who told me i’d never get another chance at love if i didn’t lock ethan down but sure, yes, i had the nerve and i’d say it again.”

she took another step closer, her fingers rising again to land on his chest to get the words through his skull. “you are fucking egotistical.”

as her finger jabbed against his chest, he could feel the blood rushing to his head and, shit, towards his cock like a damn masochist. heat was building beneath his skin that had nothing to do with the alcohol he’d consumed. she was relentless, her words hitting with the precision of a dagger.

she smiled sweetly then, tapping his chest with her palm twice before retreating. his body felt on fire, his reaction to her utterly nonsensical.

“but since i don’t seem to have another shot at a relationship,” she sarcastically said, her eyes gleaming with something pointy. “maybe i’ll just take a page out of your book and find someone to fuck. rebound sex kind of sounds good, doesn’t it?”

the bluntness of her words caught him off guard, hitting him like a punch to the chest. his jaw tightened, and he opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

“you’re taking too long!” the girl’s—fuck, what was her name again?—voice vibrated between his shoulder blades. her tone was dripping with flirtation as she leaned into him, craning her head to brush her chin over his shoulder.

el’s expression shifted, her lips parting slightly in surprise before curving into a loose grin.

“how unsurprising.” she said, her voice airy. “guess i need to hurry before you beat me to it then.”

his heart was pounding loudly in his chest, a snarl stuck in his throat.

she pushed off the counter, slowly walking away but not before sparing him a last glance, her lips curved into an ironic pout. “what a shame, if you weren’t such an ass, i might’ve actually wanted to see what all the fuss is all about.”

mike stared at her, his chest tight with frustration and anger. before he could say anything back, she disappeared back into the crowd, leaving him with the girl’s arms around him and a knot of anger coiled in his chest.

he was about to fucking explode.

his chest was tight, his breathing shallow, and every nerve in his body was on edge. the blonde—carrie? cassie?—pressed against him, her lips grazing his neck, but it felt distant, like he was outside of his body.

none of it worked.

and it wouldn’t.

not when she was still in his head, pounding at his temples like a goddamn headache that wouldn’t go away.

he clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply as he pulled away. “sorry.”

the girl blinked up at him, confusion flickering in her eyes. he scratched the back of his neck, guilt prickling at him, but he didn’t have the patience to deal with it right now. “i’m not feeling well. i think i need to head out.”

her brows furrowed as she tilted her head. “you look flushed,” she said, her tone laced with concern.

“yeah, maybe the flu.” he muttered.

or maybe it was the goddamn virus in the shape of her.

she hesitated, clearly waiting for him to say something more. instead, he gave her a tight smile. “i’ll find you at another party, okay?”

the words felt hollow, and the moment he said them, he knew she saw right through him. she nodded stiffly, stepping back, but he didn’t bother asking for her number or for another way for them to reconnect. he just turned and pushed through the crowd, barely registering the music or sweaty bodies as he stormed out.

the cool night air quickly wrapped around him as soon as he was outside, but it wasn’t enough to clear the heat inside his body.

his steps quickened, each one pounding against the pavement as though he could leave this entire night behind him if he just moved fast enough.

by the time he reached his dorm, his breathing was ragged, his pulse thrumming in his ears. he slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against it as he let his head fall back with a frustrated groan.

it felt like his body itched beneath the surface he couldn’t scratch, no amount of air he inhaled was enough, every breath felt useless.

he was suffocating and he’d had fucking enough.

with a sharp exhale, he ripped off his shirt, tossing it aside as he made his way into the bathroom. his hands fumbled with his belt, yanking his jeans down and kicking them down in one swift motion.

he stepped into the shower, turning the knob until icy water fell down his overheated skin.

the cold refreshed him, sending a shiver down his spine and he groaned. he braced one hand against the tiled wall, willing to let the water do what nothing else could—cool him down, body and mind.

but it wasn’t enough.

because every time he shut his eyes, he saw her behind his closed eyelids.

that damn skirt. that damn body.

in utter frustration his palm collided with the tiled walls, the sound echoing in the shower box.

he fucking hated her. he hated everything about her.

but he hated the fact that he couldn’t deny the obvious the most.

she was attractive.

it grated against him, that particular truth, scratching at the edges of his pride. she was fucking annoying, an absolute headache and fucking gorgeous at the same time.

admitting it—even in the secrecy of his own mind—felt like a betrayal to himself.

grunting something between defeat and anger, he simply closed his eyes and wrapped a hand around his erection.

the visions of her came back flooding, as if his body had been waiting for him to revel into the thought of her this whole time.

he didn’t waste a moment, his movements were frantic and angry, almost as if he was hate-fucking her instead of his fist.

fuck her for being inside his head.

fuck her for being so annoying.

fuck her for getting under his skin so easily.

he tugged and pulled, his brain conjuring the most twisted images of her that it could—of her in that skirt, of her without that skirt, of her on her knees, of finally shutting her up with his fingers or with his dick.

his breathing turned ragged, one hand splayed on the tiled walls as his muscles went taut, moaning with the image of her legs spread wide open for him.

that was it.

his entire body shuddered, his breaths coming out as short pants when pleasure rippled through his body.

he finally managed to throw her out of his system.

well, for a moment.

because he still felt her crawling somewhere underneath, her annoying voice ringing inside his head.

he sneered, his eyes turning hard as he shook his head to himself.

no, she was out of his system and he wouldn’t allow for her to occupy his thoughts anymore, not even for a fucking moment.

tomorrow, he’ll be back to his old ways.

maybe he’ll even find the blonde again.

[coffeel0l]

Best Friend-Sung Hanbin

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!Warnings!: nsfw 18+ mdni!! Best friends to lovers, hair pulling (minor), handjob, grinding (no clothes), nipple play,make out, no protection used at all, marks(hickies and bite marks, barely mentioned), sub!Hanbin comes later! I think that’s all lmk if I missed any!

Now enjoy my 1st fic on here!

Late night drives with your best friend we’re the best cure to a shitty week, or in your case brake up. On this particular evening your best friend hanbin had just announced that he would be debuting in a new and upcoming kpop group ZeroBaseOne, he had been in a survivor tv show and of course you are super proud of him but you just weren’t able to be happy for him after you boyfriend dumped you because you weren’t “good enough” for him anymore, you wanted to be happy and not show hanbin your feelings after all he finally achieved his dream of becoming an idol, he worked so hard and faced so many hardships with you to get where he finally wanted to be and you didn’t wanna ruin his mood with your shitty mood.

But knowing hanbin he was easily able to pick up on your clouded mind and the way you expressed your feelings were a dead giveaway, I mean after a 5 year long friendship who would he be if weren’t able to tell when you were going through something.

“Y/n” a deep breath came from him. “Please pull over we need to talk.” You already knew where this was gonna go but you didn’t want to upset him more then what he already seems. After pulling over on the side of the road and turning off the car, your turned your face to be met up with hanbin’s sulky face “yes hanbin?” “I know he broke up with you…why didn’t you tell me? You know that we’re best friends so why didn’t you..” “you just debuted! That’s why i didn’t wanna ruin your celebration with my shitty ass life! You deserve the best!! You’ve worked so hard for this opportunity and I just didn’t want to ruin it with me!” You yelled out in frustration, you both should be celebrating this wonderful moment together not talking about your dumbass ex.

“You don’t have to keep hiding yourself from your feelings for me!! You deserve to be happy too you know…” he whispered those last words as he looked down with hot tears rolling down his face “I just want you to be happy too y/n and stop worrying so much about me…I hate seeing you like this..” at this point he was sobbing and you felt like shit for making his feel this way. “Hanbin…I…”

“y/n I love you! Why can’t you see that!? I love you more then friends love each other I love you so much and I hate seeing you get your heart broken and then you hide yourself from me because you’re too worried about me and my feelings” you looked at him wide eyes too shocked to give him any response. Silence filled the car. Until Hanbin looked up at you, making eye contact. His eyes flickered to your lips for a splint second until he leaned forward pushing his plump lips against yours. It was messy you let him kiss you until he got frustrated and sad that you weren’t reciprocating the kiss back, he looked like a sad puppy, tears threatening to fall down his face “Hanbin I-“ he cut you off “I get it you don’t feel the same way as I do….just- let’s go and head back home”

you looked him in his teary eyes and leaned forward to kiss back his lips, his eye widened then closed as you both deepened the kiss. Things started to get heated after a while, you both pulled away for a gasp of air. Saliva still connecting you both together. “Y/n…I need you” he whined in a voice you’ve never heard from him before. Desperation.

“Hanbin not here, let me take you home before we do something that could ruin us-“ Hanbin furrowed his eyebrows “but I thought you wanted this” he pointed at both of you “did you not?…. When you kissed me I thought…” his voice started to tremble “Hanbin I love you too but I’m scared that this is something that could ruin your career I mean you just debuted and I don’t want to fuck that up for you-“ “There you go again! I want this..” he held your hand tightly “I want us so please don’t leave me.” You looked at each other.

Fuck it was all you thought as you leaned back into him, heat is all you felt from him. Tongues dancing with each other, teeth clashing, hands roaming.

“Hanbin” “yes y/n?” He played with your fingers “why don’t I take you home with me tonight?” A simple nod was all that was needed for you to take your car out of park and drive off home with Hanbin holding his hand with yours.

Hands tangled with your waist as you desperately tried to open your apartment door.

As soon as you opened your door you pushed Hanbin down to to the back of the door. Kissing his neck as you stripped him down to his boxers, you quickly stripped yourself as well and pulled him by hands towards your bedroom. You gently pushed him down onto your bed “Are you sure you want this Hanbin?”

He looked at you needy before giving a soft “yes”

You wasted no time before hastily pulling down his boxers to take them off of him, you gently squeezed his dick before sliding your hand up and down him.

“Ngh..y-y/n please go faster~” he stuttered out to you. You quickened your pace on him, after a while you could tell he was close by the way his hips started to buck and stammer into you hand, just as he moaned out loud, you quickly pulled your hand away “ugh y/n why’d you do that I was so close” he hiccuped “well would you have rather cummed on my hand or in my pussy?” “Still not fair” he pouted.

You stood up to take off your bra and underwear then sat on top of Hanbin. You started to grind onto his dick. Your wet pussy pushing against his slick dick. You kissed Hanbin’s lips for a bit then kissed down his jawline to his neck then when you got to his chest you attached your lips onto his nipples earning a sharp hiss from the male beneath you, you sucked harshly onto one nipple while playing with other, leaving pretty little marks onto his skin, all that could be heard in your room was Hanbin’s whining and moans along with skin rubbing against each other.

You coaxed his nipples with your saliva , you moved away from his chest to look at the state you put Hanbin into, hair messy and disheveled, saliva dripping down his mouth, lips puffy from making out, his chest was covered in pink and purple marks,nipples with bite marks , you were admiring your work until Hanbin pulled you back down onto him.

Enough teasing you thought.

You lowered your hips down and positioned your pussy to line up with his cock and slowly sunk down onto him. “Ngh~ y/n please go- go faster I want you so bad please baby~” he whined out to you, upon his request you tried your best to get used to his size “fuck y/n your pussy is so tightly wrapped around me- p-please start I want to feel your tight pussy around me please- mommy ~” you looked at him with wide eyes before he showed the same expression upon realizing what he just said to you “shit I’m sorry y/n you can stop if you think that’s weird me calling…you that” you pushed a finger on his lips to shush him “Hanbin I love you and I don’t think it’s weird calling me that” he looked up at you

“Now why don’t you be a good boy and hold onto mommy while she takes good care of her baby” you whispered into his ear “okay” he softly said

You started off in a slow pace, moving slowly up and down on him, wanting to try to savor the moment with Hanbin but he started to get impatient and whiny so you pulled him by his hair “I told you to be a good boy and good boys are patient and behave in order to get their treat” “sorry sorry mommy I’m so sorry give me one more chance and I’ll be your good boy I promise ~” he moaned out “okay fine one more chance and this time I won’t forgive you for being a little brat” you quicken your pace, bouncing up and down on his dick. At some point Hanbin started to rub your clit bringing you closer to your limit. “Mhm f-fucking shit I’m close baby” all Hanbin could do was moan back at your response, you were both close at the point. The tightness you were feeling snapped when he rubbed your clit one last time before you came on him, shortly after riding your high he came inside you as well.

Heaving chests rising and breathlessness was all that could now be heard from you two. You slid out of him only to lay back down next him.

Gently rubbing his hair and cuddling him was all you could do for him since he seemed to fucked out to do anything else but just stare into your eyes.

“I love you y/n” was the last words he said before closing his eyes shut.

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