#i feel a little bad... luck had a lot to do with where im at right now

[lovecoatedwords]

hey babe

I saw ur pick ur chaos post.so lemme give it a try

reader has like a total dom milf personality cause Im in my era,is feisty Slytherin reader cuz why not

the ship is Sirius x James x Lily

“is this a date or a kidnapping?" "yes."

“keep grinding like that and see what happens."

"acting all innocent isn't gonna save you."

Im ovulating so I want need smut

A/n: hey sweetness! I am so sorry I couldn't reply sooner, I have been struggling to write a lot these days, but I think this got me through and broke my bad luck charm! Thanks for the request I hope you like this!!!

“Feisty girlfriend”

paring: james x lily x Sirius x Reader

They knew exactly what they were doing.

Lily grinding her perfect little cunt on your thigh under the desk during Potions like she thought you wouldn’t notice. James leaning in during McGonagall’s lecture to whisper, “You taste better than breakfast, you know that?” like you weren’t one sharp look away from wrecking him. Sirius casually sliding a hand up your skirt in front of half the class like he had any right

you didn’t say a word. Not then.

You just smiled. Sweet and deadly.

Which is why now, when you step into their dorm—quiet, controlled—they all freeze.

James is on the bed, bouncing a snitch off the wall. Siius is shirtless on the couch. Lily’s still in uniform, lying on her stomach like she’s not the reason your thigh is still wet.

All three of them look up. And they know.

You shut the door gently.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” you say, voice syrup-thick. “I’d hate to interrupt whatever innocent fun you lot were having.”

James swallows.

Lily sits up slowly.

Sirius smiles like he wants to die. “We were just—”

“If you say relaxing, I swear I’ll hex your cock off.”

Sirius shus up.

You walk across the room,like you’re not already planning how to make them beg. You stop right in front of Lily and tilt her chin up with two fingers.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” you murmur. “Grinding on my thigh in class like a desperate slut. Think I wouldn’t notice?”

She opens her mouth to answer.

You press your thumb to her bottom lip. “Shh. You’re not here to talk.”

Your eyes flick to James. “And you—what the fuck makes you think you can speak to me like that in public?”

He looks deliciously guilty, yet not regretting a second. “I—”

You cut him off with a look.

“And Sirius, touching what doesn’t belong to you?” You turn slowly toward him. “You’re lucky I didn’t make a scene in front of everyone.”

He licks his lips. “Wouldn’t have minded.”

You smirk darkly. “Oh, I know. You like being caught.”

You step back and cross your arms.

“So tell me,” you say coolly, eyes sweeping across all three of them, “was this a date? Or a kidnapping?”

James grins. “Yes.”

You hum. “Cute.”

Then your voice drops, dangerous and low.

“Lily, come here.”

She scrambles to obey.

You sink into the couch and spread your legs just enough. “If you’re so fucking desperate to hump something,” you mutter, “grind on my thigh again. But keep grinding like that—” You lean in, voice pure venom, “—and see what happens.”

Lily’s already shaking.

The second her cunt meets your thigh—still bare from where your skirt rode up—she lets out a high, shaky breath and rocks forward like she’s starving.

You don’t move. Just lean back, arms spread on the couch, while she works for it. She whines softly, hips grinding in tight, desperate circles, wetness slick against your skin.

James is frozen on the edge of the bed, jaw clenched like he wants to be where she is. Sirius has his hand in his lap, gripping hard, but not moving.

“Look at her,” you murmur lazily, not even glancing down. “Couldn’t wait till class ended. Pathetic little thing can’t even sit through a lesson without using me to get off.”

Lily whimpers.

“Oh, you like that?” you coo mockingly. “You like getting off on me without permission?”

Her hips stutter. You feel the tension shift—feel the way her muscles lock up like she’s right on the edge.

You grab her hair.

Her moan turns sharp and choked.

“I didn’t say you could come.”

She freezes.

The silence is thick. Tense. James lets out a soft noise, like he felt it in his spine.

Lily’s still shaking against you, mouth open, panting.

“No,” you say firmly. “Not yet.”

She nods, trembling.

“You want to come?” Your voice is sweet now—dangerous. “You want to soak my fucking leg in front of them?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”

You tilt your head.

“Then be good and wait.”

You shift your thigh slightly—just enough to tease her again. She lets out the most desperate sound you've ever heard. A ruined, needy little cry.

Lily’s still trembling against your thigh, face flushed, fingers curled tight in your shirt like she’s one more grind away from coming in her panties.

And you’re just watching her suffer. Calm. In control.

That’s when James finally cracks.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, adjusting himself through his trousers. “She’s gonna soak you if you’re not careful.”

You don’t even look at him.

“You say that like it wouldn’t be the second time today,” he adds with a cocky grin. “She was practically dripping when she sat down at breakfast.”

You smile slowly. Tilt your head toward him.

“Oh? Big words for someone who hasn’t been touched all day.”

His grin falters.

You stretch your legs slightly, forcing Lily to reposition, and pat your inner thigh once. “Come here, Potter.”

He stands immediately, a little too eager. You catch that flicker of desperation in his eyes.

“Strip.”

He hesitates. “Now?”

You raise your brows.

He swallows. “Right. Okay.”

Within seconds, he’s bare—flushed, half-hard, trying to act unaffected. You see the twitch in his cock when your eyes drag down his body. He wants this.

Needs it.

“Kneel,” you order.

He drops between your legs, looking up like a good boy who’s trying so hard not to fall apart.

You lean forward slightly, hand tangling in Lily’s hair again as she pants against your neck. James watches. Watches the way your thigh is soaked. The way Lily shakes just from the heat of your voice.

“You want to be useful, baby?” you purr, dragging your nails lightly down his cheek. “Then stay right there.”

He nods, already straining toward you.

“But don’t touch me.”

He freezes.

You smile. “Not with your hands. Not with your mouth. Don’t even breathe on me unless I say so.”

You sit back.

He stays perfectly still.

And it’s glorious—James Potter, on his knees, cock flushed and untouched, face right between your thighs… completely denied.

You let out a soft hum, tilting Lily’s hips just right again.

“I want you to watch what happens when someone misbehaves in class,” you whisper, loud enough for James and Sirius both to hear. “Because this? This is what happens when you try to play with what’s mine without asking.”

Lily lets out a sob.

James hasn’t moved.

Still on his knees, mouth barely inches from your soaked thigh, eyes flicking from you to Lily like he doesn’t know which one of you is going to kill him first.

You run your fingers through Lily’s hair slowly. She’s panting, trembling, hips still twitching with the ghost of denied release.

“Since you’re so fucking mouthy,” you murmur toward James, “put that tongue to better use.”

He blinks. “What—?”

You grab his chin, hard.

“Eat. Her. Out.”

His mouth opens like he’s going to argue—but he sees your face. The warning. The promise. He nods.

“Yes. Yes, ma’am.”

You smirk. “That’s better.”

You shift Lily just enough—slide her down from your thigh and into James’s lap, facing up. She’s still fully clothed, skirt pushed up around her waist, panties soaked.

James moans when he sees her.

“Take them off,” you say softly. “With your teeth.”

He does. Slowly.Lily’s whole body trembles.

When he finally lowers his mouth to her, you tangle your fingers in his hair again and pull—just enough to remind him who’s in charge.

“Gentle,” you murmur. “No coming. She doesn’t get to finish unless I say so.”

Lily sobs.

James groans against her.

And you lean back again, legs crossed, watching them work like they belong to you.

James’s tongue is working furiously, just shy of the desperation he’s feeling. Lily’s moaning softly, but you know better than to let her come yet. Her body’s trembling, thighs shaking as James continues to lap at her, edging her closer to the release she’s begging for without saying a word.

But you’re in control. And you always get what you want.

You slide your hand down James’s back, nudging him forward, making him press closer to Lily’s cunt. The wet sound of his tongue flicking against her is loud, hot, but you make no move to stop it.

He’s not allowed to finish unless you say so. And that goes for both of them.

Lily’s breathing becomes more erratic. Her back arches slightly, a cry slipping from her lips that makes James’s pace falter. You tighten your grip in his hair, pulling his face into her again, forcing him deeper.

“You think you’re getting what you want, don’t you?” you tease, voice dripping with sweetness and dark intent. “But no one comes unless I allow it.”

Lily whines, “Please…”

“No, baby. Not yet. You’re gonna wait.”

Lily’s hips are bucking against James’s face, desperate and needy. You can feel the tension building in her, the way her body’s trying to push past the limit.

“James,” you coo, “stop for a second. Let her beg.”

He pulls back just slightly, eyes wide as if he’s afraid. But you’ve told him, given him orders. He knows better than to disobey.

Lily gasps, gasps for breath, trying to calm herself. You’re going to make her wait—make her beg in front of all of them, and then you’ll see how far they’re willing to go for that sweet, sweet release.

You slide your handup James’s chest and rub slowly, teasing his body with faint tounches, you know he’s already on edge, desperate for any kind of release. But that’s not happening—not yet.

“Tell her she’s been a good girl,” you command, voice low, a warning.

James barely gets the words out. “You’ve been… good, Lily.”

But that’s not enough. You press him harder, even more demanding. “Tell her to beg. Tell her to ask for it.”

He’s shaking, but obeys. “Lily, beg for me… beg for her to let you come.”

Lily’s voice cracks. “Please… please let me come. I need it so badly.”

You smile, satisfied for now, but there’s still no release for her yet.

Come for me, princess.”

She shatters.

Lily cries out, bucking against James’s tongue as her orgasm crashes through her. Her legs tremble, her back arches, and you hold her in place—pressing her hips down as she writhes.

James groans beneath her like he’s the one being rewarded.

And you? You sit back, watching her twitch and fall apart while your eyes snap toward Sirius, who’s been quiet too long.

He’s in the corner, fists clenched, cock flushed and leaking. He hasn’t said a word—but his chest is heaving, and his eyes are locked on you like he’s starving.

You stand slowly.

“Strip,” you command.

He doesn’t hesitate. Pants, shirt, everything—gone in seconds.

You step over him, straddling his lap, settling over his thick cock with a smirk that makes his breath catch.

“Did you touch yourself?”

His throat bobs. “No, ma’am.”

You roll your hips once, the pressure making his eyes flutter.

“Good, that's only better for you Black.”

You sink down on him slowly, deliciously, your cunt squeezing around him tight enough to make him gasp. He tries to grab your hips, but you slap his hands away.

“No. I ride you. You sit there and take it.”

He nods, panting already.

You ride him hard, using him like he’s nothing more than a toy built to be used—your toy. Every snap of your hips pulls a broken sound from him, and every time he twitches beneath you, you tighten your walls just to make him groan louder.

Sirius is trembling beneath you by the time you finally lift off him, wet and wrecked. His cock twitches as you slide off slow, like peeling a reward away mid-orgasm. But he hasn’t come. Not yet. That’s the whole point.

You stand between them now—James on one side, Sirius on the other. Lily’s lying across the bed, dazed and soaked, watching with heavy-lidded eyes. Her thighs still tremble every now and then. But she knows not to interrupt.

“Look at you two,” you murmur, circling them like a queen inspecting her soldiers. “So hard it hurts, doesn’t it?”

Sirius nods. James breathes,

You smile.

“Well.” You tap your finger against your chin, then look between their flushed, needy cocks. “One of you gets to come inside me next.”

Their eyes flash.

“But only one.”

James straightens. Sirius groans.

“You want it so badly,” you say, dragging your fingers along your own thigh. “Want to bury yourselves in this tight little cunt—feel it clamp down, squeeze, milk you dry…”

Both of them moan.

You tilt your head. “So prove it.”

James blinks. “How—?”

“Make each other come. With your mouths. Hands. Whatever you want. I want to see who does it faster. Who tastes better when they break.”

Their faces flush deep red.

“And the one who makes the other come first,” you smile, voice dipped in venomous sugar, “gets to fuck me.”

There’s a pause.

Then Sirius lunges first, pulling James to the floor, mouth already open, tongue slick against his leaking cock. James shouts, hips bucking—but his hands fly straight to Sirius’s hair, trying to hold him there, trying to focus.

You sit back. Cross your legs. Watch like a fucking goddess.

The look in James’s face sharpens.

He grabs Sirius by the shoulders, flips him onto his stomach like he weighs nothing, and growls, “Since you’re so desperate with your fucking mouth, might as well let me use your ass too.”

You smirk, still wet and dripping from your ride, shifting to the side like royalty to give James room.

Sirius moans into the floor, lifting his hips without hesitation.

“No prep?” you taunt lazily.

“He’s wet enough,” James grits out, lining up behind him.

You bite your lip as James pushes in—slow at first, until Sirius starts panting, needing more, begging without words. And then James slams into him.

Sirius cries out, his fingers clawing the floor, his back arching under every brutal thrust.

“Thought you could win?” James snarls, snapping his hips fast, deep, filthy. “Thought you could suck your way to her cunt?”

You watch them like art—one desperate, the other furious, both yours.

“Go on, pretty boy,” you purr to Sirius. “Take your punishment.”

James fucks him harder, angling down until Sirius.   screams into the mattress, eyes rolled back, hips bucking back like he’s starved.

And you?

You lean back beside Lily and whisper in her ear, “Aren’t they beautiful when they’re mine?”

[nedsseveredhead]

As someone who is desperately seeking a desk job (I currently work hospitality and it's killing me), are there any tips you could share? How did you find your job. Anything helps! I'm so happy your job is a good suite for you! I'm really hoping the same for myself someday.

Genuinely I had been desperate to get out of sherwin after five years and I just was applying to literally any given job posting on linked in (while on the clock at sherwin lmao).

I have blanket tips:

- Even if you don't think youre qualified, still apply. The absolute worst they can do is not call you back. But if you can get your foot in the door with an interview, you can usually sweet talk your way into it. If theyre looking for longevity (which is the goal for any like. Good business), a good personality will be worth the effort to train. But chances are if you grew up between 1990 and now all the bare basics are like. Simple computer stuff for you. Everything else will be more job specific anyway.

- When you secure an interview, do a little research on the company. Find their mission statement, practice a story on how that applies and what it means to you. This goes for any job. Its kinda cringey but youre basically pitching your worksona. In my case I was very lucky because I *did* have a personal experience with this particular company. But if you don't. Make something up. It is always morally just to lie to your boss 😭

- keep your resume neat and relevant. If you have time, tailor it to each job youre applying to. My office job doesnt need to know I worked a winter at Barnes and Noble, but I do want them to know I was a manager at Regal because at that job I handled schedules and paperwork. Idk if this is relevant anymore since most resumes are handed in digitally, but I was taught to try and keep a resume one page. Those constraints help me keep everything tidy, so I have always stuck with it.

- If you're nervous during your interview, be upfront about it. I have a speech impediment that gets so much worse when im nervous, so the whole interview I was stumbling over my words. Eventually I told my interviewee (who is my boss now) that I was sorry for the stumbling, this was a dream job for me so I was a bit nervous. When I got the job, she told me that had stuck out to her. Im very lucky that my company is the way that it is but I don't think a certain level of honesty hurts.

I really really hope you're able to find a nice desk job tho anon!!! The difference it made for me is insane. Im sorry I couldn't help more but I hope this maybe helps a little??

[lueurjun]

f1 driver!boyfriend heeseung.

request — if you are accepting requests i was thinking maybe something like formula one driver heeseung x reader where they travel to support him at his races all around the world, and also watching their boyfriend become world champion at the end of the season? thank you <3 !! 🎀

eek ! sorry this took so long. i have been in a deep writers block. but i hope you enjoy this lovely <3 this is long, my bad… i got carried away because i loved writing this. i had so much fun im not even kidding, i think i’m going to turn this into a written series for heeseung.

rocking back and forth because ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

LEE HEESEUNG?? FORMULA ONE DRIVER?

SEDATE ME ! I NEED THIS

ahem anyways :)

heeseung’s career began at eight years old when his parents finally gave in and allowed him to start go karting.

f1 was his dream! he had posters in his room. miniature car figurines in a glass case that he didn’t let anybody touch. he sat for every race, knew every driver and owned so much merch that his mother had to hide her credit card

it’s giving maddy knew who she was from a young age- it’s giving obsession- it’s giving me with my enhypen obsession-

it was clear from the get go that this kid had some talent. he knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it better than anyone else

though he’s always been a little bit of a shit talker and ended up in several friendly feuds with other upcoming drivers.

lmao can you imagine 8 year old heeseung bickering with max verstappen?

as he grew older, he began competing in various competitions, and won the majority of them which opened up the doors to competing internationally

years later, he secures a position in F3 and gradually works his way up to F2. eventually, he makes it into F1 as one of the most promising drivers, under the guidance of red bull

now let’s introduce you

*louder than heeseung* hey 😘😉

you met Heeseung at one of his karting races when he was 15. instantly recognizing his potential, you had him sign your phone case, insisting that he was going to be famous one day and you wanted to sell it on ebay when he did.

absolute icon if you ask me

he thought you were being ridiculous, but he couldn't help but feel flattered by your confidence. after signing your phone case, he surprised you by asking for your number.

and who are you to pass up on the opportunity to keep in touch with a soon to be famous racer?

i can race faster than him just sayin ✋🙂‍↔️��� broom broom

the two of you remained in touch, and you attended as many races as possible to support him as a best friend. two years later, just as he secured a seat in F2, heeseung nervously asked you to be his partner.

which, of course, you were more than happy to.

now, onto present day: f1 driver heeseung with you, his beloved partner.

not you in your wag era-

i genuinely see you owning a tiktok account where you kinda just post daily grwms or vlogs which feature heeseung and your life travelling with him

and everybody eats it up because they get to see the human side of heeseung not just the aggressive driver that shit talks everything and everyone

yes i’m making him a sassy shit talker because i want to SUE ME

you kinda prove to his haters that he’s actually a huge nerd with the cutest personality, which garners him a lot more support

his team ADORES you for this

but it’s also really funny because why is the p2 winner, cocky red bull driver giving your followers a haul on all of his toy story merch?

his helmet is definitely custom designed as buzz lightyear and i find that absolutely adorable

he also has your initial on his helmet somewhere that everyone thinks is so sickeningly cute

he calls it his good luck charm

you receive some hate with jealous people accusing you of only wanting his money and fame

haters come outside i’m not gonna do anything. haha. i just wanna talk ( and set their hair on fire ) just a lil chit chat 😃

but for the most part, you are actually very much adored

if fans see you walking around, they call out for you to take pics with them

which you do, albeit with a little hesitance, as you’re not used to the spotlight and don’t quite understand why people idolise you.

ummmm because you’re perfect🫶 hope this helps

in this scenario, you’re a full time influencer which makes it easy for you to travel alongside him and attend all of his races

which is good because you couldn’t make his japan gp due to an issue and he damn near lost his mind

bro was STRESSING

i would be too if i had u and had to deal with a couple days without u 🫶

he made it everyone’s issue

his team were so tired of him that they sent you multiple texts begging for you to get on a flight

he was so sassy during his interviews and the viewers immediately knew it was because you weren’t there

‘bringy/nback’ trended with memes making fun of him for being a brat without you there

he finished really badly that weekend

bro relies on you fr

when you eventually returned at his side for his next race

he was back to his angelic self

you made him apologize to all the team

imagine you stood behind him with your arms crossed, shaking your head while he sheepishly apologises in front of everyone for being difficult HAHHAHA

he was all smiles in his interview and got p1 because he was eager to impress you

gigglin and kickin my feet BECAUSE HES SO CUTE

and you’re stood in the paddock, watching with the biggest grin on your face

when the podium celebration rolls around, you’re front row and he makes sure you get hit with some champagne with the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen

he ruined your very expensive outfit but you didn’t have it in you to be mad

i would never do that to you personally- just saying, your clothes would always be in pristine condition if you were with me… just sayin ✋😌🤚

when the two of you leave literally anywhere, he gets swarmed by fans

tells them to wait a second, and gets you to the car safely before he jogs over to sign some stuff

if you can’t get to the car, he makes sure your hand is in his, keeping you close whilst he signs things

he’s always hyper aware of your safety in public

if you’re instantly met with flashing lights, he will either cover your eyes or take off his hat and put it on your head to shield you

your safety always comes before his

also can we talk about your fashion?

you always dress to impress, never a bad outfit day

pfft is anyone surprised? you’re literally gods gift to earth- MOVE HEESEUNG

travel days are always so tiring for heeseung

which is when you become the protective one

holding him protectively whilst you both wait for your flight

running your hands through his hair

he holds you so tight; he doesn’t care who sees or about getting teased by his fellow drivers

when you’re finally in the air, whether it be private jet or not, you always make yourself into a personal pillow for him

it could be the cushiest flight known to man, and you’d still be his pillow

that should be me fr

he sleeps like a baby the whole time

and you don’t mind because you know he needs it

in the days leading up to the championship, he becomes…

unbearable? whiny? annoying? come here, i’d never- sorry sorry 😔

tense…

his stress levels are through the roof and nothing really helps other than just letting him be

he’s snappier than usual, but after many years together, you’ve learned to let it go

because you know this is a huge deal for him and he always apologises afterwards

the only thing you can really do is serve as his support and try to relax him as best as you can

like couple spa days when his schedule isn’t crammed

sightseeing to enjoy the beautiful country

even lying in your hotel room the night before, reminiscing about your relationship and his journey to becoming one of the best

you’d feel his heartbeat beneath your back which would be pressed up against him

his shaky breaths against the side of your neck as he pressed nervous kisses beneath your ear, nibbling slightly on the lobe

god… i’ve seen what you’ve done for others

“will you still love me if i don’t win tomorrow?”

you can tell he’s straddling the line between joking and genuinely needing reassurance

so, you do what you always do

you turn, cup both of his cheeks in your palms, and press your forehead against his

“you look funny.”

he’d giggle, and you’d start wiggling your eyebrows to make him laugh harder

and he always does, because to him, you’re the funniest person he’s ever met

then, you’d scrunch up your nose and gently sweep it against his, eventually leaving a kiss on the bridge.

“i will love you no matter what. even if you wake up tomorrow and decide that you want to quit, i will love you. even if you decide to walk away from it all, i will love you. because at the end of the day, it’s not the trophies that matter or the podiums. it’s you. you, you, you! your happiness, your peace of mind. you are my greatest achievement; you are my championship win. and i will love you until my heart beats its last pump of blood.”

if you look closely, you can see me drowning in the shower-

a million kisses are shared that night before the two of you finally slip into a steady sleep

when the next morning rolls around, heeseung doesn’t talk much as he gets himself ready for the race

you’re a bundle of nerves as you follow behind him, hand clutched in his own

pre race cuddles are a must in his little rest room

there’s not much talking, heeseung quite likes his silence to gather his mind and enter his racing headspace

but his hold on you, and the way he looks at you speaks for itself. you don’t need his words to know that he loves you and he wants to win not only for himself or red bull, but you.

“if we win this, i’ll give you my helmet to sell on ebay. i think it would go nicely with the signature i gave you at 15.”

your heart quite literally melts into a puddle at the memory

you grin, peppering a bunch of kisses all over his face until you finally land on his lips, soaking in the pre race nerves and savouring the taste of nutella from his pancakes he had that morning

“oh, i am going to be absolutely loaded.”

the two of you share a laugh, knowing silently that you’d never sell it on ebay because it’s tucked away in your memory box, where it will stay until you’re grey and old

a piece of the past where the two of you very first met

the peace drains from the room as though a plug had been pulled from the bathtub, with tension and nerves flooding in

look at me getting all poetic 😌

heeseung doesn’t let go of your hand until he absolutely has to

leaving you alongside his family members with a kiss so passionate it left your mind reeling

his mother grabs your hand after sharing her own moment with him, and the two of you hold on tight to the hope that he’s going to win

the race is tense, you’re almost in tears from the chaos and the nerves

your heart feels like it’s seconds from stopping as the end to the final lap approaches with heeseung in close second

he’s going to overtake, and you’re not quite sure whether your heart could handle it

STOP WHY IS MY HEART POUNDING AS IF IM THERE PLS

you grip onto his mother, the two of you holding onto each other in anticipation

it happens within seconds, you barely have time to process it

heeseung overtakes, barely missing the Ferrari car as he does so

several seconds later, your world stops as the red bull team bursts into celebration

someone is shaking you, gripping onto you with pure elation but everything is in slow motion

heeseung just won the world championship

your heeseung just won

nah because why am i crying? someone take my laptop i’m far too into this

you choke out a sob, allowing his mother to cradle you in her arms with tears flowing down her own cheeks

you’re a crying mess, blubbering proudly and unable to make sense of anything

you don’t even care that the camera is on you, displaying your reaction for everyone to see

“he did it!”

“he absolutely did!”

you don’t know how much time has passed before he’s running towards you, yanking the helmet off

there’s no time to process anything before he sweeps you up into his arms, pressing kisses all over your skin wherever his lips could fit

he holds you like you’re the trophy, lifting you up proudly like a medal

tears cascade down your cheeks like a summer waterfall, while warmth and joy spread through you

he did it. he actually did it.

“get that helmet signed, boy. i’m gonna be rich!”

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

You want me to sign what?||Franco colapinto x fem!reader

Word count — 1197

A/n this was posted to my old account and y’all loved it also im posting my other Franco fics

The club was packed with people looking for a good time. It was dark, except for the flickering strobe lights, and it smelled like a mix of alcohol, sweat, and various perfumes and colognes. It was a Sunday night after the Monza Grand Prix, which Ferrari won, so everyone, yourself included, was on cloud nine.

Dressed in a short blue sparkly dress that left little to the imagination you smiled as you squeezed in between all the bodies on the dance floor trying to make it back to your friends who were sitting at the back of the club talking. You made it through the sea of people, bumping into at least four random guys and getting your hair pulled by a girl who had a few too many drinks.

It was dark and you couldn’t see anything so you felt pretty bad when you bumped into someone. Franco winced as a figure suddenly slammed into him, causing his drink to spill on his shirt. He turned to see a girl in a blue sparkling dress, clearly a little tipsy. He was about to say something when he got distracted by the sight of her cleavage. It was hard to look away.

He cleared his throat and looked up at her face. "Sorry, I... you okay?"

The girl chuckled and swayed a bit. "Oops, sorry about that. I'm fine, I was just trying to get back to my friends over there," she said, gesturing to a group of people on the other side of the room.

Franco took a moment to appreciate her smile and the way the dress clung to her curves. He couldn't help but feel intrigued by her carefree attitude.

“No way You're Franco Colapinto I’m a big fan. You had one hell of a drive today, especially driving that shit box of a car” you said, recognizing the new F1 driver in front of you.

Franco's eyebrows raised in surprise. He was used to being recognized in public, but the fan usually just asked for his autograph and moved on. But there was something about the directness and excitement in her voice that he found refreshing.

"Yeah, definitely not the car I was hoping for this year," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "But we do what we can with what we've got, right? And thanks for the support, it means a lot."

You couldn’t believe your luck running into an F1 driver, and not just any driver, but the cute new Argentinian rookie with a passion for driving. You could feel the alcohol coursing through your veins and it made you bolder.

Swaying slightly, you looked up into his eyes and asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

Franco looked down at the girl in the sparkling red dress standing in front of him. He liked her energy and the way she seemed to carry herself with confidence and excitement. It was refreshing compared to the usual fans he encountered.

As she asked her question, Franco took a moment to look her up and down, appreciating the way her dress clung to her curves. He could tell she had a bit to drink by the way she was swaying, but it only made her more attractive to him.

"Sure, go ahead," Franco said, leaning in closer to hear her over the loud music.

“Can you sign something for me?” You asked loudly over the music. Franco chuckled at the simplicity of the request. He was used to fans asking for autographs, but the way this girl asked somehow made it feel more intimate.

"Sure, I can sign something for you," he replied, still leaning in close to hear her. "But, ah, where do you want me to sign? I don't see any paper or anything on you."

“Can you sign my breast?” You asked rather boldly. Franco's eyes widened in surprise. That was not the question he was expecting, but he was certainly not opposed to the idea.

He looked down at her cleavage, which was on full display in the tight red dress, and then back up at her face. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You want me to sign your breast, huh?" he said, his voice dropping an octave lower. "Is that a serious request?"

Franco couldn't help but be impressed by her boldness. She was clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol, but the way she was looking at him made it clear that she was also attracted to him.

He glanced back down at her chest, then back up to her face. "You know what, why not?" he said, his tone playful. "It'll be a first for me, but I don't mind making an exception for a beautiful fan."

Franco reached out and placed a hand on her hip, guiding her further into the darkness of the club. He led her over to a secluded corner, away from the crowd of people dancing and talking. As they walked, he appreciated the feel of her warm body against his hand.

Once they were in the corner, he leaned back against the wall and gestured for her to come closer. "Come here," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Franco waited as she stepped closer to him, closing the distance between them. He could smell her perfume, a mix of sweet and spicy notes that suited her. She was even more beautiful up close, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I need a pen," he said, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans and pulling out a sharpie. "And I need somewhere to write..."

He placed the tip of the pen just above the neckline of her dress, right above her cleavage. They were so close now, their bodies nearly touching. "This okay?" he asked, looking up at her face.

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart was racing, and she felt a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through her body.

Franco leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he started to write his name across her chest. He took his time, making sure each letter was neat and legible. His breath was warm on her skin as he worked, the tip of the pen tracing the curves of her body. His hand brushed against her skin with each stroke, making her shiver and sending jolts of electricity through her veins.

When he was done, he pulled back and looked down at his handiwork, a satisfied smirk on his face. "There you go," he said, capping the pen and slipping it back into his pocket. "That's a one-of-a-kind autograph right there."

He looked back up into her eyes, a mischievous gleam in his own. "You know, I'm not even sure I caught your name," he said, placing a hand on her hip again, pulling her a little closer.

She tried to gather her thoughts, but the alcohol and the way he was touching her was making it hard to concentrate.

"It's, um," she said, her voice shaking. "It's Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeated, rolling the sound over his tongue. "I like that. It's pretty, just like you."

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Enchanted

Summary: You lost each other once, holding out in hopes of crossing paths again. It's almost fate that you do, and Wonwoo doesn't want to let you leave him again

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, exes to lovers

Pairing: Idol!jeon Wonwoo x afab!reader

WC: 4.5k (i got REALLY carried away yall im so sorry)

Series Masterlist

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

WARNINGS UNDER CUT

Warnings: hurt comfort, ex high school sweethearts to lovers, mentions of someone trying to get a little too touchy feely with reader so if you aren't comfortable, don't read it (nothing bad happens AT ALL, the guy is just a dumbass, but i figured i would put a warning for all of you), unprotected sex, making out, fingering, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, begging, kinda dom/sub themes again, mentions of drinking, swearing, marking, spanking, Wonwoo likes boobs, sexual tension, mentions of chemistry, idk there's a lot so let me know if i missed something important

Listen to Enchanted by Taylor Swift <3

A/N: Guys i wrote this all today/last night and i'm really proud of it. It's also the first smut fic that's like...i wouldn't call it intense but it's more than what I'm used to ig. I hope yall like it though <3. Also thank you to Fawn for beta reading again. teehee

You had always hated gatherings: holidays, work events, family reunions, weddings, you name it. You always hated being the only person there without a partner. Not that you felt the need to have one, but it got annoying when you got the same questions over and over and over again.

When are you going to settle down and marry a nice boy?

Your parents aren’t getting any younger, don’t you want them to have some grandkids?

What are you waiting for?

The truth is, you had the answer to only one of those questions. What were you waiting for?

It has to be some stroke of luck when the answer walks right through the door to your high school reunion decked in an all-black suit and the same nerdy glasses he’d had his whole life. 

Jeon Wonwoo. Your high school sweetheart turned drunk sob story to your best friends after a few too many cocktails. 

It’s ironic how the root of all of your relationship problems just so happens to hate your guts. Not that you blamed him for it. Everything that happened between the two of you, everything that went wrong in your relationship was because of you and your insecurities. Because you didn’t trust that the idol life wouldn’t ruin the two of you. If you were him, you’d cut contact and disappear as well.

Eunchae, your best friend from high school, nudges your arm, her eyes flicking between you and the man who hasn’t spotted your wide-eyed stare. 

“Did you know he was coming today?” She whispers harshly, jerking you out of your dumbstruck trance. Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, awfully reminiscent of a goldfish.

“I— no, no I didn’t.” You feel out of breath, your heart beginning to pound against your ribs so hard that you fear the bones might snap. “Hana said that— that he didn’t RSVP.” 

You look up again, and your heart stutters in your chest.

He’s looking at you, through the crowd of people around him. Wonwoo had his eyes locked on you, his gaze unreadable from where you stood. It feels like he’s cast an enchantment on you, freezing you under the weight of his gaze. 

Your hands are shaking, and the drink in your hand almost spills before Eunchae grabs you. Someone steps in front of Wonwoo— a man, from here you can’t tell who— and your view of him is cut off.

You don’t see him try to gently nudge the man to the side while talking to him, trying to get a better look at you. You don’t see the disappointment when he finally gets him to move and you’re gone, out of his view. 

~

“Wonwoo,” one of his old friends, whose name has slipped his mind (Seonkyung maybe?), claps him on the shoulder. “You really have grown up, huh?” Wonwoo smiles politely, adjusting the expensive watch on his wrist. 

“I mean seriously,” another man comes forward, someone Wonwoo knows very well and for all the wrong reasons. Lee Jongdae, the man who planted seeds of doubt in your ear. The man who ruined something good, something that would have lasted. “You used to be like,” Jongdae raises his hand, waving it flat in the air next to his shoulder, “this tall? And now you’re a giant!”

“You must be getting all the girls, eh?” Seonkyung teases. Wonwoo wants to scream, wants to get out of this situation as fast as possible. “The idol life must make things easy, right?” 

“I don’t really go out much,” he shrugs, still holding that polite smile on his face. “The idol life is busier than you think.” Seonkyung scoffs at this. Jongdae narrows his eyes, but the near-mocking smile returns to his face.

“Come on~” Jongdae presses, “there’s gotta be some idol woman that you’ve snatched up. Someone has to have grabbed the attention of the great Jeon Wonwoo.” 

He hesitates. Yes, someone has grabbed his attention but it isn’t another idol in the industry. 

“Or, wait,” Jongdae’s hand collides with Wonwoo’s chest, something similar to malice appearing in his eyes. “Are you still hung up on that Y/N girl?”

Wonwoo goes rigid, and beside him Seonkyung gets quiet. Jongdae bursts into laughter, the sound ringing around the room and gathering the attention of a lot of people. Wonwoo feels his jaw tick in annoyance, fighting the urge to roll his eyes or knock the man to the ground. 

“No way are you still hung up on her!” Jongdae huffs out between laughs, seemingly uncaring that he’s the only one laughing. “Ten years, and you’re still going after someone who couldn’t care less about you anymore?”

Someone inside of Wonwoo breaks a little bit. Something inside him cracks, and his resolve crumbles slightly. He hadn’t expected the jab to hurt as much as it did, but god did it sting. 

“I never said I was hung up on her.” Wonwoo folds his arms over his chest. “Like you said, it’s been ten years. If she’s moved on then that’s her business.” 

“So it wouldn’t bother you if I got with her?” Jongdae takes a step forward, an eyebrow arching in challenge. “Because I won’t lie to you, she’s looking good.”

Wonwoo’s jaw ticks again, but he keeps a pleasant smile on his lips. Don’t say yes, don’t say yes. “Like I said, not my business.” 

That clearly isn’t the answer Jongdae is looking for, and a puff of pride fills Wonwoo. 

And then dread. He just gave the one man he would hate to see you with permission to do whatever he wanted. “Permission”, as if he has any control or say in the things, or people, that you do. 

~

When Jongdae approaches you, there’s an immediate pit of despair in your stomach, like some princess waiting to be saved from the tower she’d been locked in. There’s a menacing look in his eyes, and he walks with a swagger telling you that he’s used to getting what he wants out of a situation. 

“Hi, gorgeous.” You almost cringe at the first words out of his mouth, your lips twisting into an awkward, tense smile. 

“Hi…?” 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Jongdae continues, not waiting for you to say or do anything. He’s only focused on getting what he wants, that much is obvious from the way he smirks and glances around to find…someone. Who, you aren’t sure. “You sure have…grown up a bit, haven’t you?” 

“I mean…yeah I’m 27. I would hope I’ve grown up a bit.” He laughs a bit too hard for something you hadn’t intended to be funny. 

“Say,” he leans closer to you, and you press yourself back against the wall. His hand comes to rest on the side of your thigh, right near the slit in your dress. “Why don’t we get out of here? You know, go somewhere a little bit more…quiet? Maybe Mrs. Ji’s old chemistry lab?” 

Your body is tense, and you try to pull away from him. 

“No, thank you.” Your hand tightens around the small plastic cup of cheap wine in your hand. “I think I’m fine where I am.”

“C’mon, don’t you wanna loosen up a bit?” He coos, and his grip tightens on part of your dress. Your body tenses.

Then his grip was gone, and his body is hitting the floor, and people were beginning to surround you and Jongdae and…Wonwoo? 

Wonwoo is standing next to you, his black jacket seemingly gone, and the sleeves of his black button-up are rolled up to his elbows. His eyes are narrowed, his lips pulled into a thin line. 

“What the hell was that for, Jeon?” Jongdae pulls himself to his feet, trying to approach him, but another man steps forward. “Thought you said it wasn’t your business?”

“It wasn’t,” Wonwoo agrees, “but that was only until you tried to do that.” 

Something about Wonwoo being this protective over you, even after what you did, makes your stomach twist into knots. You have to remind yourself that he’s just doing this because he had to. Because this is what anyone would do, and your heart sinks into your stomach. 

“We were just trying to have some fun,” Jongdae snaps, “right Y/N?”

Wonwoo looks at you, and when you return his gaze it’s like you’re back in high school again. 

Do you want to leave? His head tilts ever so slightly toward the door. 

Get me out of here. You hope your eyes are portraying that thought perfectly, but the tight smile on your ex’s lips tells you all you need to know. 

“She’s not going anywhere with you, Lee Jongdae.” Wonwoo’s hand finds its way to the small of your back, and you find yourself tucking your body into his side just like you used to. 

Only this time, it’s like you fit perfectly under his arm. His very…very…very muscular arm and slim waist and when your arm wraps into the back of his shirt, you can just barely feel the tight muscles and—

Oh god, you’re gonna do something you shouldn’t if the two of you don’t leave right now. 

You’re lucky that Wonwoo is able to guide you away, and that Jongdae doesn’t try to come after the two of you. You figured that, while the man was stupid, he wasn’t going to try and harm someone making more than triple his annual income and with enough power to ruin his life with just one click of a button. Probably literally. 

~

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo has his hands wrapped around the headrest of the driver’s seat in his car, watching you as you pick at the skin around your manicured nails. You turn your head to look at him, pursing your lips. 

“I mean…I guess? He didn’t really do anything, thank god.” You let your hands drop to your lap and a heavy sigh escapes you when you let your head fall against your headrest. 

“I’m sorry that he did that.” Wonwoo’s voice is gravelly, and you have to take a moment to calm yourself before speaking.

“It isn’t like it’s your fault. You do know that, right?” Wonwoo shrugs.

“It kind of is, though. The only reason he went up to you is because of me. Because he wanted to get under my skin.” Oh? You arch an eyebrow, turning your body to face him. The slit in your dress shifts ever so slightly, exposing your bare thigh. Wonwoo turns his head away from you, his cheeks heating. 

“Why would he want to do that?” In your heart, you already know. The way the two of you easily slipped back into your old habits, the way he didn’t even hesitate to help you despite protesting that anyone would have done it. You knew, now, that he didn’t hate you. You just wanted him to admit it. 

Wonwoo lets out a heavy sigh and rolls his head to look at you. 

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” You nod, leaning your body across the center console to get close to him. You can tell he’s nervous, maybe embarrassed. 

“You know me, Wonwoo. I always get what I want.” You grin and Wonwoo turns to look at you again and suddenly you’re aware that you aren’t dating him anymore. That it’s weird for you to be that close to him. 

Your smile drops and you sink back into your seat. Wonwoo watches you, a frown replacing his previous smile. 

“I’m— I’m so sorry.” You press yourself as close to your door as possible. “I shouldn’t have— I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Wonwoo fights the itch in his brain that tells him to grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it. He hadn’t realized just how enchanted with you he was until he saw you across the room for the first time in ten years. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed having you pulled against his side, although you fit much better now that he’d filled out and grown into his body. Wonwoo hadn’t missed the way your breathing hitched when he pulled you against him, hadn’t missed the dazed look in your eye when he looked down to ensure that you weren’t hurt. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I just— I shouldn’t have touched you like that—” 

“Y/N,” Wonwoo cuts you off. “You did nothing that I didn’t want you to do.” Your mouth snaps shut, and you look at him with wide eyes. He takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I…I still— fuck this is harder than I thought it would be. For a songwriter, you would think I’d know how to confess that I’m still enchanted by you.” He laughs nervously, and when he turns to look at you, you’re smiling gently. You understand.

You stay quiet and then turn to him again. He’s facing you too, and your faces are inches apart. 

“I was enchanted by you too, Jeon Wonwoo.” 

And then your lips are on his, and it’s a searing kiss that leaves him breathless from the moment it starts. His hand rises to your cheek, gently pulling you even closer to him. Your hands wrap around the fabric of his shirt, and you whine when his tongue hesitantly prods at the seam of your lips. 

You open your mouth for him, and his hand slides to tangle in your hair and pull you impossibly closer, nearly across the center console. He roams your mouth, his tongue licking at every inch, sliding against your own as if this was the last time he’d ever be able to kiss you. Your hand slides down, tracing down to his tie, then to his abdomen and you can feel the muscles tightening wherever your nails trace. 

Your hand trails even lower, and you feel him freeze against you when you place your hand over his crotch. He forces himself to pull his lips from yours, a string of spit connecting your tongues, and his eyes flutter shut again when your hand squeezes lightly around his hard-on. 

“Don’t do this to me,” he pleads. “I’m supposed to be a gentleman.” You smirk, raising your lips to his ear. 

“What if I don’t want you to be?” A gentle kiss was placed to the corner of his jaw, and his grip on your hair tightened to the point of near painful. This draws a whimper out of you, right in his ear. He pulls you back, not harshly but enough for your jaw to drop. 

“Tell me you’re sure,” he practically begs. “Tell me that this isn’t going to be a one-time thing, that you want me as much as I want you. Tell me that you aren’t in love with someone else, that there’s no one waiting for you at home.” 

Tell me you love me.

Your hand slips to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing just under his eye. 

“You know that you’ve always been it for me, Jeon Wonwoo.” You promise, and your lips are against his again. It’s sweeter than the first but still filled with ten years of words left unsaid. “Take me home.”

~

The moment Wonwoo locks the door to his apartment, you’re pressed against the wall with so much force you’re surprised there isn’t a hole in the shape of your body. His hands are on your hips, your thighs, your shoulders, and your chest. Every time he pulls away from your lips, he catches one between his teeth, nipping at the soft flesh before shifting his focus to your neck.

“Wonwoo,” your voice is shaking, your hand tangled in the dark strands of his once neatly styled hair. “Wonwoo, please?” Another hickey blooms across your neck, another on your shoulder, then your collarbone. 

“Please what, baby?” He rasps, tugging the strap of your dress to the side until it slips down your shoulder and exposes more of your breast. “What do you need from me?” He slides the other strap down, and you gasp when his cold hands reach up and grab at the soft mounds on your chest. 

“Wonwoo— Wonwoo, I—” Your brain has gone to mush the moment his mouth lands on your nipple, sucking at it and nipping at the bud. You breathe out soft moans, your hands struggling to move to the back of your dress to reach for the zipper. 

It’s impossible to function with Wonwoo flicking his tongue against one nipple, his fingers kneading and twisting and pinching at the other. Your hands shake as you finally catch the zipper, yanking it down as quickly, yet gently, as possible. 

Wonwoo pulls away from your chest, breathing heavily, eyes filled with nothing but lust. He examines your body, entirely nude from your choice to go braless and pantiless tonight, and his cock twitches in his slacks. 

“God, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He hisses. You peer up at him with eyes so innocent, but you both know that isn’t the case. “Did you know I was gonna be there? Hm?” He grabs your chin in one of his large hands, yanking you toward his face until you’re struggling to even stand on your tip toes. “Did you know that I was gonna give in to you?”

“No— Wonwoo, I didn’t know—” His free hand collides with your ass and you cry out, stumbling toward him. “Fuck, Wonwoo!” His hand strikes your skin again, and a gush of arousal practically drips down your legs. 

“I think you’re lying to me,” he hums thoughtfully. “Lying isn’t nice, you know.”

“I’m not lying— Oh, Wonwoo please—” His free hand has slipped down to your core, delicate fingers brushing against your sopping wet cunt. “Please touch me, please, I need it.” 

“Yeah, baby?” One finger pushes between your folds, and your knees almost buckle. Your nails dig into his biceps, squeezing the taut muscle as he sinks two long, slender fingers into you. “Need it so bad, don’t you? Had you waiting for so long. Did you miss me, baby? Miss this?”

“Missed you so bad, Wonwoo,” you arch your back into him, your hips jerking against his fingers. He slips a third inside of you. “Miss— Missed the way you t-touched me.” He hums, curling his fingers up into you and you emit a desperate cry of his name. “Right there, Wonwoo! Fu—fuck, right there!” 

“Tell me how much you missed me, pretty girl.” He continues to curl his fingers inside of you, watching you and enamored by the way your eyes roll back, the way your jaw is dropped, and the way your chest heaves. “Tell me how much you need me.” 

“N-Need you so–o bad. No o-one makes me fe-feel this good— oh god,” you clench around his fingers, pulsing and dripping down his wrist. “No one el-se made me c-cum like you d-do.” A swell of pride in his chest, and his thumb presses hard against your clit. You spasm around him, your moans growing louder and higher in pitch. “So close, Wonwoo.”

“It’s okay baby,” he purrs, “you can let go. I’m here now, gonna make you feel good. Gonna make you so good, never gonna have to turn to anyone else again. Just let go.” 

You spasm again, and your body sags as your orgasm rocks through you. Wonwoo has an arm around his waist, his other hand still working his fingers into you and easing you through your high. 

It takes you a few minutes to come down, and by the time you do, Wonwoo has removed his shirt and kicked his shoes off. He’s watching you as you try to step forward, catching you when you stumble. You reach for the button of his slacks and he stops you, smiling when you pout. 

“I’m not fucking you here, baby. You deserve to be fucked in an actual bed.” You let him guide you to his bedroom— correction try to guide you. It’s like you’re addicted to the taste of him, your lips practically gluing themselves to his biceps, licking and biting at the salty skin. You can feel every one of his breaths as he walks, and his pace picks up until he’s flinging open his bedroom door and shoving you in front of him. You stumble a bit, and he pushes you again so you fall face down onto his bed. Wonwoo isn’t far behind you, his body leaning over yours and his hand on the back of your neck and preventing you from pushing yourself up. 

“Do you know how much I missed this? Being able to fuck you wherever, whenever, and however I wanted?” He hisses into your ear, and you feel his free hand slip down your back as he reaches for the button on his pants. His hips keep rolling into yours, and the little grunts and moans that he releases are almost enough to get you to cum again. “Do you know how hard it was to not imagine that I was fucking your sweet little cunt every time I found someone to spend the night with? No one matched up to you, sweet girl. No one got me to cum like you do, got me as hard as you do.” You whine when he kicks your ankles apart, your nails gripping the duvet for dear life. 

When you feel his tip prodding at your entrance, it takes everything in you to not grind into him. He’s breathing heavily into your neck, slowly slipping in. Your body twitches and you fling your hand back, frantically searching for his own to squeeze and distract yourself from the pain of him stretching you out. 

“So tight,” he presses his forehead against the back of your neck, his body shuddering. “Fuck, it’s like nobody has fucked since me.”

“N-nobody else felt as good as you,” you gasp out. “No one could stretch me out like you do. Just fuck me, please.” 

“Gotta let you adjust, baby,” he argues. “Still got about half left.”

You whine again, jerking his arm in front of you and letting your face fall into it. He groans when your teeth sink into his skin, biting and sucking and gasping against him until you feel his hips connect with yours. 

“You ready?” He rubs your back gently, and you frantically nod your head.

“Please, please, please, please—” His hips pull back and you release a guttural moan as he slams his hips into yours. Again and again and again and again. Every thrust sends the tip of cock full force into that soft, pleasurable spot inside of you and it feels so good, and he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down, and you don’t ask him to. Your mouth has fallen open, a neverending stream of cries and moans and begging leaving your lips.

His hands reach forward, and you feel a finger hook into your mouth on either side. It stings, the stretch of him holding your mouth open, and you feel your back arch, his cock somehow hitting even deeper inside of you. Drool slips down your chin and it’s so nasty but you can’t form the words to stop him. The only things that leave your mouth are nonsensical babbling and you feel Wonwoo begin to rise, taking you with him. One of his hands leaves your mouth and slips down to the base of your throat, and the other’s thumb hooks into your jaw and holds your mouth open. His hand squeezes around your throat, and you squeeze around his cock

“You close, baby?” Wonwoo coos into your ear but you don’t have the brains to form words. Your hips press back into his, one of your hands slipping down to frantically rub at your clit. You’re clenching rapidly around him now, almost in time with when he pulls out of you and you can feel him twitching inside of you. “Gonna cum again?” 

You try to tell him that, yes you’re so close and it feels so good and oh god Wonwoo please—

Your body shudders and a sound similar to a scream escapes you, your free hand gripping his forearm tightly and you can feel the skin tearing beneath your nails but neither of you cares as he pumps white-hot cum deep inside of you. His hips are still rolling, adding to the sensation of his cum inside of you. Your core begins to sting with overstimulation, and you try to pull away from Wonwoo with a whine. He just laughs, his hands settling on your waist and lowering you down onto the bed once his cock has softened. 

~

Your back is against his in the tub and he’s running a soft cloth along your body, along the marks on your body and the bruises on your hips. 

“You doing okay?” His voice is tender. “I know I was a little bit harsh on you.”

You chuckle. “Not like you haven’t done that before.” 

You play with the suds that float in the water, humming quietly. Wonwoo takes a deep breath, letting his head fall back a bit. 

“Why don’t you hate me?” You lean your head back on his chest, and he frowns at the question.

“Why would I hate you?” 

A shrug and you drop your arms into the water. 

“I threw away a nearly perfect relationship just because someone said you’d drop me the moment you found someone better in the idol industry.”

“So?” Wonwoo traces shapes into the skin of your thigh. “That’s not your fault. I get that it was scary. Neither of us knew what was gonna happen, you were already stressed about how things were gonna work with you being in college. I’m not gonna blame you or hate you for that choice. What matters is that we found each other again.”

Your cheeks heat up and you turn your body around in the tub to sit on his lap. He looks up at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. 

“Did you mean what you said?” You ask. He raises an eyebrow. “In the hallway. That I’d never have to turn to anyone else. Are we gonna…” Your voice trails off and Wonwoo raises his head to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I meant every single word I said tonight. I’m here to stay, Y/N.” His nose nudges against yours. “I was enchanted from the moment I met you, and I want to be yours again if you’ll let me.” 

You play with the strands of his hair, smiling like a madman. 

“And I meant everything I said as well,” You let your forehead rest against his, your eyes falling shut. “I want you to stay with me. Please.”

Wonwoo exhales softly. 

“Always. I will always stay.”

~

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[milkshakesmoothiee]

Hi!!!! Pretty pretty please, could you write a ranpo x reader where reader usually takes care of him because they have a soft spot for him, but ranpo takes them for granted somehow, and they get frustruated and angry. Maybe a little angsty and fluff as well. Im so happy to discover your blog, i really like the way you write for bsd! Sorry for my english, i’m not a native

❝𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲!?❞

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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠��

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ... 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 // 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

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GENDER NEUTRAL BUT AFAB READER sorry :')

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It's easy to say that Ranpo doesn't exactly have manners, and is easily persuaded by his own thoughts and often doesn't think before he speaks when he isn't on the job.

Often, he'll make people feel very dumb. That doesn't change for people he's close with, cough. You.

It's been a good few months since you had joined the Agency, being assigned as Ranpo's lucky assistant. Actually, no, now that you remember it more clearly, you were never assigned this role... It just so happened that during you're early days when you were still a lost noobie, Ranpo.. 'found' you, but not exactly in a positive or negative way.

When it was only you and Ranpo in the building, when everyone had gone to do their own thing, he was whining about being so hungry he'd die! Talk about childish.. and yet, after a while it grew on you.

You offered to go to the nearest convenient store and see if you could find anything, which you did, and after that Ranpo would use your more and more often to retrieve stuff for him, that the title 'Ranpo's lucky assistant' grew on you.

Ranpo didn't seem to care, actually, eventually he'd start to have you help him with cases... And by 'help' it just means you'd buy his train tickets. Basically you were treated like a guinea pig in some ways, even having to give the man piggy back rides when he felt tired.

╰┈➤ ❝Would you call this luck?❞

Actually, it isn't all that bad. Ranpo would always look so happy whenever you walked in the room. Word has it, whenever you weren't around, his head would perk up like a dog on alert at the sound of your name being spoken and he'd always feel so gloomy saying, 'man, I wish (Y/N) was here.' Although, that's probably just Yosano trying to mess with you.

Not to mention he'd always love to eat with you, seeming so glad as he'd get into your space and ask that you 'so kindly feed him like a good assistant' ignoring all the stacks of papers you have to finish.

Some part of you wants to say that he just has a sweet yet naive heart when he's not actually using his brain... And yet...

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"pfft, don't be stupid. I don't need your little gift," he spoke while pushing your hand away.

For the past few days, you had found yourself growing a different perspective around him.. did you truly like this guy?

Earlier that day, as had been you passing through many stores, there was something in particular that caught your attention. You were a firm believer in luck and gratitude, always wanted it for yourself and others. When you saw basically some five dollar bracelets, there was one in particular that caught your attention.

A small bracelet, a very colorful one, that had little snack charms. It was pretty. It reminded you a lot of Ranpo.

"you don't need to wear it, I was just hoping-"

"you were hoping to give me a little good luck charm." He'd speak up over you with a tone voice that didn't seem completely annoyed but more like he was mocking you. He'd continue to place another chip into his mouth before continuing, "I don't need it. I'm the world's greatest detective after all."

"..i see." You spoke with a feeling of disappointment. "I'll just throw it away then."

Ranpo didn't seem to bat an eye about it as soon as you had left his line of sight that following day.

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A few days followed and you didn't exactly forget that little item, actually it's disappointing you chose to throw away such a pretty gadget. Slowly the sun hit the inside of your room and you felt this pinging in your head. A strong annoyance, a headache.

Some part of you felt like this headache had to do with how you've been seeing Ranpo lately. One question that's been stuck in your mind, do you seriously regret meeting him? No, that'd be too much to say... But he can be annoying to deal with.

There were even moments where you'd have to step in because he pissed off the wrong person, stopping people from getting their fist in his face... It was always you taking a few verbal hits for him, huh? And he never seemed to mind, always doing it again and again no matter how much you've told him it's wrong.

Maybe you're wrong about your friendship with him.

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"yo, I'm here." You spoke up while entering the Agency, that strong pinging in your head again. You looked around only to see Ranpo. "Where is everybody?"

"Dazai is skipping, Yosano is in her infirmary, and the rest of them are all on their own errands and cases." Ranpo spoke as he played on his little game console. He perked up at you with a smug grin, "Soo, let me guess. Today's snacks are.."

"actually I don't have anything."

"HUH? WHY?" He immediately jumped in his seat staring at you almost distressed. "I'll die without food y'know!"

"..if you're so hungry then go get yourself something."

"Nonsense!" He laughed out, mocking you in a way. "Last I recall your my lucky assistant, and you promised to get me food every morning."

"I didn't promise you anything, Edogawa."

Ranpo had noticed a sharp tone in your voice, you seemed oddly annoyed, which was different. He then grinned towards you, "Oh I see! Is this about your little gift to-"

".. you're such a pain, Edogawa!" You spoke up which made the man flinch. You definitely noticed that, you've caught him off guard. "Not once have you ever gratitude for what I've done? I know it's not much and maybe I'm being dramatic.. but it'd be nice to get a thank you every and now then? All it feels like is that you look down on me."

"..I'm sorry."

That's all he said which didn't make you an happier. Thats all he can say? Is he serious?

"I'm leaving. I have a bad headache and I don't want to deal with this, let Kunikida know I'm off." You turned on your heels to leave.

"Wait hold up-!" Ranpo immediately followed and grabbed your shoulder. "I said I was sorry!" After he didn't heard you respond and just ignore him, yet waited in your steps to hear if he had anything else to say, he pulled out the bracelet from his pocket. "..the reason I said I didn't need your good luck charm, was because my lucky assistant is what brings me luck."

"..."

"..and thanks."

[gutsluttsbelly]

i kinda wanna start a feedism/feedee OF where i record myself doing stuffings but im super nervous 😞 would u perhaps have any advice ? like what’s a good first price range, how often should i post, etc. ?

base price on how often you post. for me i post in waves! lots and lots of content for a few weeks, multiple posts a day and then some smaller breaks in between. i charge $10 a month! i feel like that reasonable considering i do post a lot but im not posting multiple times a day every single day for months.

charge what you think is fair. if you plan on posting lengthy videos, keeping extremely consistent and make detailed posts maybe go up to $12-$13

if you want to be more chill and laid back, posting when you want to and what you want to in your own time? maybe go for something around $6-$8

and if you wanna try a middle ground effort wise, i’d suggest $10!

advice i have? hm be careful and cautious, there are some very scary people on the internet including in this kink. i’ve had my fair share of bad experiences and you don’t want someone doing something to hurt you in anyway.

people can be mean, i’ve been told to kms or that im boring or whatever. i am able to handle these messages well bc i literally just don’t care 😭 but for some people that might not be a great place to put yourself into

people will always beg for more. no one is ever fully satisfied and you will probably get complaints that you aren’t doing enough even if you do post multiple times a day. there is a constant demand for your content if people enjoy it enough. take this with a grain of salt and just do what feels right to you.

you will learn to ignore. in the beginning i really really tried to interact with EVERYONE even those whom i was maybe a little uncomfortable do so with, just don’t do that. don’t put yourself in a situation that would make you uncomfortable. not every conversation is for you and that is totally fine, especially if it gets to a point where you get hundreds of messages a day.

just have fun. post what you want, answer who you want. it’s not supposed to be something stressful, you just want to let loose and let the feedee piggy out! so do that!

i wish you luck! message me with any questions or if you need advice about something more specific ❤️

[brunossan]

RWBY JAUNE WITCH HUNTER AU

Short history: Pamper

*Its a normal day in the house of the 4 witches. Jaune got a job in a nearby Village, and today he is back from work. But for some reason, Blake is staring at Jaune with a cold stare in the form of a cat, and giving him a cold shoulder. And Jaune dont know why.*

Witch hunter Jaune: Blake...

Faunus Witch Blake: ...

Jaune: Why are you looking at me like that?

Blake: ... *She turns her back to him, turning into her human form again and leaving*

Jaune: Did i said something wrong?

Fire Witch Yang: Oh yeah. She is upset with you.

Jaune: What? Why?

Yang: I wont tell. You know what you did. *She Pats his head* Good Luck with that, Witch Hunter. Im gonna take Ruby from the Hunt. Pats up!

*Jaune looks confused at Yang, touching where Yang patted him and wondering why she said that. Suddenly he realized what he did to upset Blake.*

Jaune: Oh. How did i forgot about that.

*He goes outside, where Blake is reading under a tree, and stretches it hand towards her, hesitant if it was really that what upset her. Blake just move her head towards him, smiling.*

Blake: Took you quite long to take the message.

Jaune: It would be easier if you just told me you wanted a headpat.

Blake: You always give me a headpat before going to work, you dum-dum. You didnt gave me one this morning.

Jaune: Sorry, i was late and so in hurry... But this wont happen again. And if it does, i will give you as many headpats as you want, and your favourite tuna and-

Blake: Jaune.

*She takes the hand from her head and put it on her face, while looking at him with a gentle smile. Jaune blushes at her look, but still caresses her face.*

Blake: When you will get that i just want you to pamper me?

Jaune: But you never want to be pampered.

Blake: Not in front of the others, dum-dum. I want you to pamper me when you are alone with me. I want headpats, caresses... *She gives a sly smile* And other things.

Jaune: *He blushes hard, nervous and shy* A-ah i maybe can give you these things...

Blake: I dont want a maybe. *She grabs his shirt, pulling him closer* I want a Yes or No. And i wont be a good kitty if you give me a no.

Jaune: And what if i dont want you to be a good kitty?

*Blake gives him a mischievous smile, caressing his face and putting him closer to the tree, while purring loudly.*

Blake: Then i will be a very very bad kitty.

*As they are about to share a Kiss, they hear a loud boom coming from the forest, and the voices of the other 3 members of this weird family. And they are not happy*

Ruby: See?! I told you these grenades would make a very big caboom!

Weiss: YOU CABOOMED MY HAIR, YOU DOLT!

Yang: Caboomed! Hahahaha! Imagine Cabooming a Witch Hunter with these!

Ruby: Jaune did a Caboom in me Last Night.

Weiss: Not that kind of Caboom *Blushes*.

Jaune: Seems like they are having fun without us. *He notices that the grip of Blake got stronger, and that she is trembling.* Blake? Are you ok?

Blake: This... Sound made me think on a bad time. Involving Faunus and Knights from the royal guard. *She stayed closer to him, still trembling.* I cant feel my legs. I...

Jaune: Hold on. *He kneels for a bit, lifting her up and carrying her in her arms in a bridal style.* There. You feel better?

Blake: ... A little. *She looks to the side, blushing slightly.* You didnt needed to do that, you know.

Jaune: But you wanted to be pampered, right?

Blake: Maybe...

Jaune: I can put you on ground if you want-

Blake: Put me on ground and i will turn you into a frog.

Jaune: O-ok...

Blake: Now carry me to our room. I want to be pampered in a comfier place.

Jaune: Aye aye, captain.

Blake: Good boy.

*And so, our boy Jaune just had a very normal day. With lots of pampering for Blake this time. But only time will say what other next surprises will come for them.*

*Good night and i see you next time.*

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Bumblebee358

[gatorbites-imagines]

HOBiE BROWN NSFW AND SFW HEADCANONS PLS 🙏🙏🙏

LAWD i am soo down bad for that man, good lord. 😩

If hobie tells me to jump from a building, I WOULD AND I'D THANK HIM⁉️⁉️🙏

-🥚 anon (its been so long since we've interacted, but im always lurking on your account and checking them out, but not like your post it because you deserve better :)

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Have an alphabet

I am love Hobie Brown :).

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hobie isn’t the most physically affectionate I believe, at least in public. He just doesn’t come across as someone who’s all lovey dovey more the most part. When youre alone though? He flops in your lap, good luck getting out.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This man would both die and kill for you as your bestie. He definitely corrupts you, or enlightens you, in the ways of being punk and why capitalism sucks ass. DIY makes you clothes, sews spikes into your jackets, and puts patches on your pants for you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man is all hard and sharp edges, it probably takes a while to get used to cuddling with him without being jabbed by his elbows or shoulders. He likes to cuddle after you guys have been together for a while, and he knows he wants to stay with you. Big spoon and little spoon, doesn’t matter.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I don’t think he would want to settle down, at least for a very long time. Settling down would be too boring for him, he likes excitement in his life.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Hobie isn’t one to beat around the bush, so hed just tell you. Get it done and over with.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Honestly? I don’t think Hobie believes in marriage. Its just a way to spend a lot of money for a piece of paper, a part of the machine of society, or something like that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

I think he secretly can be quite gentle, he’s great at being there for you emotionally if you are struggling. He does tend to be quite tough, but if you are struggling hes there for you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes to hug, though it tends to be one armed hug or him throwing his arm over someone’s shoulder. After a long patrol he comes home to you though, and just wants to hold you for a while. Like with cuddling hes all sharp edges, but its comfortable in its own weird way.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He wouldn’t say it very fast, probably a few months since he has to make sure you are the one. He also doesn’t find it that important to say, since he expresses his love through actions.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Hobie doesn’t come across as the jealous type for the most part, he doesn’t go through your things or want you to not have friends who are certain genders. He does make his move though if anyone else is flirting with you. He wouldn’t start fights unless the other person started it first, but he will finish it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses would be intense, especially after you two have grown to truly love one another. He always kisses you like its gonna be your last. He loves kissing you on the lips and your hands, he likes when you kiss his hands too or his forehead when you cuddle.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Hobie is great with kids, he treats them like their own people and respect them, which means the kids love him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He sleeps late most days because he’s out at night being spiderman, so most mornings are spent cuddling as he doesn’t wanna get up just yet.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s out most nights as spiderman, and when he isn’t you two always go out to do things, like go to concerts, protests, go hang out with other people or just to have fun. Though you also have nights where it’s just the two of you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Hobie would wait a while before opening up about himself, since he’s spiderman and the life he’s lived, he can’t just trust anyone. There most likely still things about him you don’t know, but you know he will tell you if it’s important.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hobie is pretty patient, for the most part. Though it depends on who you are, if you are a fascist, a racist, or anything like that, he has absolutely no patience.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Hobie remembers most things you tell him because you are important to him, so he makes sure to keep it in mind. He probably remembers the small things you assume he will forget.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Definitely if you guys have had a spiderman kiss. It’s the smaller things, like when you two are sitting together in his apartment and he’s just playing on his guitar when you mess with his wicks, or cuddling, or if you paint his nails for him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Depends on the situation, for the most part he knows you can protect yourself. But if he knows you need it, he steps in swinging. He won’t let you get hurt if he has any say. Part of him would also like if you protected him too, even though you both know he can protect himself.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

It truly depends on the situation, for the most part he doesn’t put too much effort into dates. It would just be things like you two going out to get some food to go and sitting on a bench and talking, or even bringing it home. Or going to a concert or something like that. Of course, he has his moments, for anniversaries or if he just feels like it, where he makes a bigger deal out of it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His apartment is a mess, like wow. But its like an organized mess. But if you don’t like messes its probably difficult. He most likely has a pair of crust punk pants too, so do with that as you will.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He isn’t concerned at all, he doesn’t believe in vanity and the level of power society puts on appearances. As long as he’s comfortable, he doesn’t care.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

After a while, yeah. After your lives have become very intertwined, he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Can do so many different types of art. Sewing, knitting, painting, sculpting, woodwork, the list goes on and on. He’s also so incredibly smart, and has memorized like, all the laws in the area he lives, so he can throw them back in the faces of people who would try to arrest him or someone else.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Vanity, if you care way too much about appearances or what others think about you. If you are super rich, he doesn’t like capitalism, so he probably wouldn’t like a partner who’s involved with it more than normal.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

His sleep habits are as messy as any other spider-person. Goes to sleep late, sleeps late in the morning. Goes longer periods of time without sleeping when working on things, you have to drag him to bed at times.

[rvzcvx]

hey hey!! how is your mood? still bored? anyway, i hope you have everything according to plan and nothing bad! i'm sorry, i didn't have any ideas to offer you something, so i have a damp thought in my brain.

how about smut with dom Bill x sub female reader, where they both date from an early age, like 12-14 years old, but they've never had anything very intimate except kissing cheeks and forehead with hugs (clearly, they're both virgins). now that they have grown up and are still dating each other, they decide to spend time together, cuddling and lying on Bill's bed. their hugs turn into more insistent kisses, which they had not had before, so reader blushed a lot because of embarrassment and her innocent nature, which touched Bill a little, since he is also an angel, but not that much. Bill sits reader on his lap, continuing to kiss her, after which they both came to a decision - to lose their virginity. Bill gently claims his rights to reader by entering her while she lies on her back and holds onto Bill's biceps, squinting in discomfort, to which Bill kisses her face and comforts her, worrying about her, since this is the first sex at all for both of them. when reader is already used to it, she gives Bill permission to move, everything happens gently and passionately. after reader cums, and Bill doesn't, he takes her legs and throws them over his shoulders, moving rougher and more insistently, tearing reader's pelvis off the sheets and overexciting her, after which they both cum. everyone is pumped with comfort and experiences.

i know it looks like some kind of banal idea, but my mind gave it away, well, it's at least something, not nothing. if it's inconvenient for you to write this, then i understand!! good luck ;)

FIRST TIME

pairing: bill kaulitz x female reader

warnings: kissing, p in v, smut

a/n: sorry its so short but i didnt have any ideas:( i hope youre gonna like it. im waiting for new requests, cause i dont have any ideas what to write

I've been dating Bill since we were 12 years old. We met in middle school and became inseparable from the start. Our relationship was always innocent and sweet - we would hold hands, share our first kiss on the cheek, and cuddle while watching movies. But as we grew older, I couldn't help but feel a burning desire for something more.

One day, while lying on Bill's bed, our innocent cuddles turned into something more intense. We looked into each other's eyes, and I could feel my heart racing. Bill gently brushed a strand of hair from my face and leaned in for a kiss. This wasn't like any kiss we had shared before - it was passionate and full of longing. I blushed, taken aback by the intensity of the moment.

"Is everything okay?" Bill asked, noticing my embarrassment. I nodded, unable to find the words to express how I was feeling. Bill must have sensed my nervousness because he pulled me closer and whispered, "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with"

But I wanted to. I wanted to take this next step with Bill, who had been my rock for so many years. I nodded again, giving him my consent. Bill's face lit up, and he gently laid me down on his bed. His touch was tender as he undressed me, taking his time to explore every inch of my body.

As he entered me, I felt a sharp pain that made me wince. Bill noticed and stopped, looking at me with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. "Yes, I'm good" i nodded, telling him to continue. As I got used to the feeling, Bill began to move gently, our bodies moving in sync with each other.

"You feel amazing" Bill whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. Our rhythm grew more intense, and I could feel myself reaching the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh, Bill" I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. He quickened his pace, his body tensing as he approached his own release. I could feel myself building up to my own climax, my body shaking with pleasure.

And then, suddenly, I was there. My orgasm washed over me, and I cried out in pleasure. Bill followed soon after, collapsing onto me with a satisfied sigh.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, for what felt like hours. I traced my fingers over Bill's chest, marveling at the strength of his body. Bill kissed my forehead, his lips lingering on my skin.

"That was incredible" he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. I nodded, unable to find the words to express how I was feeling.

As we got dressed, Bill took my hand, his touch reassuring. "I love you" he said, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"I love you too" I replied, my heart swelling with emotion.

[scapegoated-if]

you STILL love leon after chapter 1?!...

....what, like it's hard? (i'M KIDDING)

i get this reply is largely a joke. but also i want to babble to you about your own character LMAO

but seriously: yes. and im not even the person from the Ask this quote is from, so that is twoooooo people who still love leon

did i get annoyed for him being hypocritical? yeeesss, but we got to be sassy back and he took it on the chin. good man

but also? he stayed the whole time to make sure the MC was okay. him and shiloh doing that meant a lot to me. (which is why i do a lil wish we could be angrier at vince in a romance, bc i played it platonically and romantically and i think platonic had closer to the anger and hurt my MC felt? but im fine, the romance variation of the scenes was still fire)

plus, him calling dibs for vince for the telegram? so cute. i loved that (anD VINCE WANTING TO THANK HIM, AH)

leon also admitted to not hating vince back. he urged that vince is not replacable. i like how he praised MC too (i would have also praised shiloh myself but leon went for comedy and i respect that)

i like that he got mad in the mc's name about the higher-ups. that felt deserved

i diD NOT LIKE THE POSSIBLE FORESHADOW OF LEON GETTING BAD LUCK MAYBE, YOU KNOW, WITH THAT UMBRELLA. NO MURDERING, NO OUTTING, HE'S JUST A BOY (/tone indicator - i am being overdramatic for comedic effect, do what you want lol)

the 30 min wait was alright all things considered. we were entertained. he was busy getting busy. he got back on work. he tolerated the reprimanded sass. esp if the MC chose to be "brazen", which was my favorite variation of those possible scenes lol

he stayed in contact with the mc arguably the most. if you let neil in your house, you dont get that cute phonecall with shiloh. so, leon is kind of the most consistent person as a result in making the MC a priority regardless of player-choice. i really like that. i wish we got more shiloh, ngl, shiloh's phonecall is the sole reason i am tempted to take neil to the tellphone booth. but even then, im a lil sad shiloh calls vincent so much more often than the MC. i am envious in my MC's name for more shiloh attention. and also more leon, always more leon, but also, again, he is the most consistent so far with how much he contacts the MC and that CAN put leon on top as "in contact the most with the MC" over shiloh (depending on MC choices), and that does deserve praise in my book

i also like that he implicitly trusts the MC so much. with french-MC loaning him a book, or any MCs who fix his eyeliner, or even MCs who walk in on him getting "centered" (he's not worried about getting outted! he knows MC is safe). he's just chill and implicitly trusts those kind of MCs. that is endearing

so like?? none of chapter 1 changed my opinion of leon in any permanent way, i still love the guy

i also love how he threw back "you two sure look cosy" if you said it at him and kai/kaya

though the way he blew up like "a kettle" (i think that was the word used?) over MC and kai/kaya dida make me wonder if he is possessive platonically or romantically of the MC and/or kai/kaya. since he was okay with leaving them alone at the party and claimed not to know kai/kaya that well at the time, i assume any hypothetical possessiveness at that moment was of the MC when i played that moment? idk. but i wasnt mad at it. he got sassily reprimanded for being a brat. its fine

but ngl.... chapter 1 makes me think maybe leon may have had a crush on vince?? like. wanted to impress vince but ended up coming off as too arrogantly pretentious for vincent to see this as flirty (also i wouldnt be surprised if vince just... was dense and didnt realize leon liked guys at all)... also a part of me will very likely always be team leon × my specific MC, esp since you confirmed leon is attracted to all genders. but also my MC is romancing vince, so i do fully ship a little challengers (2024) moment happening, where leon has a crush on both but feels like he cant have either of them. besides, im no stranger to enjoying some, what the kiddos call, "toxic yaoi". or "doomed yaoi". idk. i enjoy that, if leon has a crush on vince, that leon is suffering is my point lol i like tragic romances/crushes. but ill probably build an AU in my head of leon×MC×vince being a happy poly-throuple as MC has two boyfriends trying to frantically make sure she doesnt get murdered

but yeah, [in the tone of the "i get it, youre all without fathers"/"not me. i fucking love my dad" meme:] i fucking love leon. he may have some hypocritical moments, but he's my lil wet meowmeow of a hypocrite. chapter 1 just gave ne new material, it didnt change a good damn thing for me lol

I have nothing to reply to and nothing at all to add, but I couldn't be the only one--other than the anon who wrote this--to read this. I love this anon so much

[its-no-biggie]

actually im making this its own post. the thing about the hunters gonna lay low is that its exactlyyyyyy what i want out of a fantasy romance. i love high stakes and unrealistic drama - life-threatening situations and monsters and magic and all manner of situations that dont happen in real life. and i love this as a setting for romance because it means you can create a lot of conflict that doesnt have to do with the characters feelings for each other - sure, you can still have arguments and complicated feelings, but throwing the characters into these high stakes situations creates a lot of flavour - high intensity emotions and conflict that arent just from within their relationship, yknow?

the problem with most fantasy ive read that also has romance is exactly that - its fantasy, with a side of romance. theres romance, sure, and a lot of times side romances do have these high-intensity moments im looking for, but usually the author is spending more time on worldbuilding or political drama or yknow. the plot. nothing wrong with that - i like an intense action plot without romance. its why i read a lot of fantasy. but i think ive really been hurting for a story that has this kind of high-stakes drama, but makes the relationship a more central part of the story. and ive had no luck with romance with a side of fantasy, either - most romance stories ive encountered are about very typical romance-style relationship drama, even if they take place in a fantasy setting. jealousy and miscommunication and will-they-wont-they. again, nothing wrong with that, its just not really my style.

and this is why all my ships of choice are Like That. its always an action story with a pairing of major characters who have a deep relationship - they have history, they care for each other a lot, they click with each other in a way they dont with anyone else....... the kind of thing where the growth and development of their relationship is a big part of who they both are. and then putting them in high stakes scenarios where they almost die all the time. you get it. the thing is that ive never really encountered one of these where the relationship was canonically romantic - which isnt necessarily a bad thing, but again, romance can add a lot of unique flavour! its why i read a lot of slash fic lol

[the closest ive gotten to this before would be banana fish, and i love banana fish so much i basically dont have anything to say about it. what is there to say? watch banana fish.] [hmm and maybe alien stage? alien stage is just so short though - not a lot of time to get to know the characters before they die yk.] [and notice how these are both tragedies???? i love tragedy but man. i do want a happy ending sometimes...... although i havent actually finished thgll so i guess this one could be a tragedy too 😩😩 pleeeease i just want them to be happy.......]

but here it is!!! the kind of story about a duo whose lives become intertwined through the high stakes fantasy plot, who care very deeply for each other and have history and keep watching each other almost die, and also they kiss!!!! its honestly a little frightening how well it suits my tastes - i can almost see the way the author is using the fantasy setting to deliberately further the relationship between these two, because its the kind of thing i do to whatever blorbos im rotating in my brain like a binary star system this month. but because the characters were actually created with romance in mind its like. cranked up to 11. like what do you mean cha euijae is the only person who can safely touch lee sayoung????? hello????? and the soul contract???? the alternate timeline?????? the BACKSTORY?????? i dont want to spoil too much but like. it really is just so good. its exactly the kind of thing i didnt know i was looking for.

and like. not only is the fantasy setting perfectly implemented for this more relationship-focused story. its also just really interesting in its own right?? like im hooked. im absolutely invested in these two trying to stop the apocalypse, save the world, and maybe avoid dying and leaving the other behind (again) in the process. im having the time of my fucking life right now

[btw i just finished part 1 of the novel, so no spoilers please!!]

[aliregression]

Little!Chris and little!Nate in the grocery store and they end up wandering off together and getting lost

Lost and Alone

Ship: Little!Chris X Little!Nate X Fem!Reader (platonic or romantic doesn’t matter to me!)

Summary: Chris and Nate got lost at the story and are scared

Warning: Lost and alone! Some tears! Happy ending!

A/N: We are just going to say reader and Nate live in L.A with the triplets!

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The house fridge and cabinets where empty with nothing but soda and seasoning. So you decided to go grocery shopping, although your littes are clingy and in headspace, so you decided to bring them along. After all what is the worst that can happen?

You had went to school with the triplets and Nate, which is how you met them and became best friends with them. Soon after you found out about Chris and Nate regression and became their caregivers.

You love your babies! They are so precious to you and without them your live seems so dull. So when the triplets decide to move to L.A you and Nate had to go as well.

Being the only girl in a house full of boys is a lot, and, well, they aren’t the best cooks either. So you cook while the boys do the cleaning. Which leave you to grocery shop as well because the boys never know what to buy.

You were currently looking at the frozen foods, knowing your littles love frozen food. You had the grocey list in one hand and making sure you had everything.

The boys where bored and saw ice cream in the aisle over so they didn’t see the problem with just looking at the ice cream, to try and convince you they need ever flavor their is.

But when they came back to the frozen foods you where no where to be found. Chris and Nate got scared and sat down on the floor and started crying.

“Mama! I want Mama!” cried Chris hoping you appear out of thin air, which you didn’t. Nate being a year (in headspace) older then Chris stood up and whiped his tears. “We have to go find her Chris” Nate said and grabbed Chris hand pulling him up.

Off they went running (which they know is a no but had to find you) around the store. But it felt like walmart was bigger then they thought. They knew you where with the food. You strictly said food only.

After realizing your babies weren’t following you after heading to checkout you speed over to the groceries section looking for them. You went through every aisle of the section not finding them. You knew they left their phones with you because they never use them in headspace.

The boys were having bad luck finding you as well. It felt like you where never going to come get them so they started crying sobbing and calling for you, hoping you appear.

You were in the aisle next to your boys, you heard their sobs and ran to the aisle they where in. You saw them and picked them up, not caring for the looks you where getting. You were just glad they were safe.

“Mama! Mama!” Nate cheered whipping his tears away. “Im so sorry sweethearts I didn’t realize you two where gone and I should have realized sooner.” You said and placed them back on the ground holding their hands.

“We shwuldn’t hwve rwn away” Chris said feeling smaller now after the scare they had. “We just wanted to see the ice cream Mama- we are sorry” Nate said giving you a pout. “Its okay now sweethearts, just don’t do it again” you said to them and they nodded agreeing

You looked around the aisle your in realizing your in the ice cream aisle, you chuckled to yourself and let your boys each pick out two different types of ice cream they want. After all they deserve it.

You hold their hands and they push the buggy to the check out. They almost ran into someone, and you apologized but let them push the shopping cart anyways. Once yall checked out and got into the car you made a promise to yourself to let Matt or Nick deal with the shopping now.

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If this is bad its not proof read im sorry :,)

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

its Me im Back. The one that asked abt sun making seekers sleepy. Can i coin myself as ☀️ anon i Will be here alot I Think.

Anyway i also remember seeing where you had this thing abt knockout being a past seeker before reprogramming....do not know if we are thinking of the same knockout (tfp etc) but May we get some Backstory Lore. Pretty Please.

If we are infact thinking of the same knockout i like to think in my head he goes street racing not only for funsies but because it fulfills something in him yet he doesnt know what (seeker go fly fast). and also his wheels being where his wings used to be perhaps...... - ☀️

You’re always welcome back!

And I like to think of TFP Knockout(he’s dreamy) when it comes to things <3

Now when it comes to lore, that’s a story! It starts a few vorns before the war, a training practice for the course of field medics due to the upcoming war. Knockout was with his trine, Redwing and Wheezingarrow, along with a few other medics from the Iacon and Praxis academies.

As field medics their practice extended to well, the field, and it was similar in how people would practice in the field as well. Their outpost was set out in the Cybertronian wilderness, a few ‘stragglers’ in caves, trenches, and some in open fields of ‘live fire’. Ultimately it was Knockout who encouraged the idea, he expressed that should the war happen seekers would only have two medics and he wanted to help in any way he possibly could.

Ultimately Cybertronian ground isn’t as stable as one would think and the active movement and unease from equipment caused a cliffface to collapse and in turn a landslide.

Now you’re probably thinking, “Why didn’t KO fly away? Surely Redwing and Wheezingarrow are fine.” All three of them were reasonably wounded, too focused on trying to help a mech who was quite stuck in one of the trenches. You can take a guess as to who that mech was.

Redwing’s left wing and leg were mangled but not entirely irreparable. Wheezingarrow’s back strut was bent out of place and he suffered minor wing damage, after the accident he needed an equivalent to physical therapy to get his wings back in working order. Knockout had taken the full brunt however, frame mostly mangled beyond repair and unlike Wheezingarrow and Redwing, missing a wing that could not be found in the wreckage. Our mystery mech survived with a few bad dents and a busted servo.

With how badly his frame was damaged they had no choice but give him a different frame. Natural seeker frames themselves are too fragile to cold forge and if you want a transplant you need one from a dead mech. Unfortunately most seekers that die are either eaten by predators or two rusted to be useable, they could also just not fit at all, so Knockout was unfortunately shit out of luck. He would end up being in the medbay for nearly half a vorn but our little mystery mech would visit him a lot, along with Redwing and Wheezingarrow of course.

Redwing is the reason Knockout got reprogrammed, while he didn’t do it himself, he and Wheezingarrow stood watch like gargoyles and despite the fact they lost Knockout as a trinemate the day he was reprogrammed they still loved him as one.

Now sky thirst definitely began settling in during this, it’s why Redwing was so insistent they reprogram him ASAP because at least with one he had a small chance of surviving. It caused some of the behaviors he’s now faced with, slight mania and the extreme worry over his frame/paintjob. He lost something but his processor refuses to tell him what so he’s constantly fussing over himself. He can’t remember the weight of his wings but he knows the wheels don’t feel entirely right. And yes he loves racing, something about the speed, something around the turns, something about it makes him feel like he owns the world. Like he was meant to own it.

[lincolndjarin]

ro’s big update about why they vanished for so long (sorry!)

aka my entire life changed in 6 months. 🫧

these last 6 months have been a strange mix of good and bad but now that everything’s calmed down i’ve realized how luck i am because i’m happier than i have ever been <3

for starters… i’m engaged!!!

on september 1st, the love of my life proposed to me at the art gallery where we had our first date 🫧

for the first time in my life i get to feel the emotions that i’ve only dreamed of in my writing. i get to feel like a princess everyday, and i get to spend my life with a man i couldn’t have written up in my wildest dreams.

so i’ve been busy with that lol. being engaged makes you busy!!! and i’m planning a wedding now so that’s also a bit much!!!

we know we got engaged fast so it’ll be a while before we get married but i have never known such love before and i just want to geek out about these pics and how much i love him <3

and then i got a new job! (twice!)

some if you may know this but i got a job as a preschool teacher in april, i knew i couldn’t work at the place i was previously at and i needed financial stability so i found a new job! and it made me realize how much i loved being a preschool teacher and how much i hated where i worked.

after 5 months i just couldn’t do it anymore, the director was literally not paying us, (and was fired a week after i quit) she treated me and the other teacher in my room like shit, and she did nothing when someone else in the building was directly and blatantly racist to me to my face. so i had to find a new job.

i got extremely lucky and was only unemployed for a week. i found an extremely wonderful job working in a private home center, and it’s a much better situation for me. i an endlessly thankful that the stars aligned for me to find this job.

i also moved!!!

for the first time in my life i have moved! i moved in with my love about a month before he proposed and it turns out that moving is a long process! (who knew!)

it took a lot of time and effort but i made this house a home <3 two months ago we didn’t have a bed and i was terrified of living in the city, now we have a bed and im a little less scared!

so i’ve been busy! but also i’ve been feeling like i’m missing something and my fiancé has been urging me to start writing again and i realized that it was something that made me so happy and i missed it and now we’re here 🫧 and that was a lot but i’m just happy to be back <3

[leejeongz]

breaking up with enhypen pretty please 🎧🎀

🫧 breaking up with enhypen 🫧

pairing: exboyf!enha x gn!reader

genre: angst

warnings: made up characters that do not reflect on the members personally, dramatised situations for reader’s enjoyment, a little bit toxic (heeseung’s and sunoo’s are very toxic ngl), mentions of food (sunghoon), swearing (sunoo).

a/n: this was the first time i’ve ever cried while writing smth idk why i made jake’s hit so close to home but i hope u enjoy it after i put myself thru that HAHAH

𓆉 heeseung

“i just don’t think you should be wearing a top that shows your whole chest when my friends are around,” heeseung kissed his teeth before turning to his friends at the bar.

your friends' eyes all shifted to you, you could tell just by looking at them what they were going to say. “i’ll talk to him in the morning,” you assured, yet they didn’t look that impressed with you, knowing your track record.

the morning came and you were still upset from the night before, something that doesn’t usually happen.

more & other members under the cut

“you know, y/n, you were a real embarrassment in front of my friends last night,” the words angered you even more.

“hm no, i think i was perfectly fine,” where you’d usually apologise, you fought back, “you can’t expect me to let you speak to me like you do . i’m always trying to find the right time to be upset with you.” you were slightly disappointed by what you said, you know it wasn’t exactly what you wanted to say, but you were holding back tears, it was the best you could do.

“there’s nothing to be upset with me for,” heeseung was genuinely stunned, as if he’d always been this perfect boyfriend he convinced himself that he was.

you scoffed, sitting on the bed as heeseung stood on the other side of it. “i’m always strategizing how to bring stuff up, you’re constantly avoiding talking about things that make me feel uncomfortable and bad, sometimes i think so hard about stuff that i end up dropping it, i hate living like this.” you spoke with your head in your hands, the tears you were holding back were seeping out uncontrollably.

“you drop it because it’s nothing,” not at all taken aback by your admission, heeseung presses more.

“just get out. i don’t want this, or us, or you,” you affirm, “i deserve better.”

“course you do,” heeseung laughs before picking up his backpack, “good luck finding it.”

𓆉 jay

you lay in your bed, staring at the wall while jay played on his phone next to you, wondering how you ever ended up in this situation. you liked jay, a lot. there was no disputing that. but did you deserve to be with him?

jay shuffled next to you, he’d turned over and was going to spoon you with an arm draped over your waist when you suddenly turned over yourself and sat a little further up the bed.

“why, what’s wrong?” jay asked, wondering if he’d gone too far.

“jay,” you paused, looking to your boyfriend for reassurance as you spoke, “i don’t think im ready for a relationship, just yet.”

jay’s face dropped to a disappointed frown that he tried to hide from you. “it’s okay.” he finally sat up, he searched for permission to hold your hand, which you granted by placing it on his lap.

you focused on your interlocked hands. if someone had told you that you’d be doing this a few months ago, you’d never have believed it.

“you’re everything i could’ve asked for and more, y/n,” jay looks to your hands too and wraps his other hand around them. “i’ll wait for you no matter what, okay?”

you know jay doesn’t want to break up, but you can’t keep leading him on like this. “i can’t even love myself, how am i supposed to know how to love you?” you blurt out in a flood of tears. “you’re so so perfect, jay, i want you to find better, please, jay.” your eyes are pleading into his, as if this is the only thing that will ever make you happy.

“y/n, you’re my everything.” he tuts and tilts his head, “but i think, if this is what you want, then let’s put on the breaks for a bit.” you gave jay a guilty smile. ���don’t be like that, y/n, it was pretty exhausting for me too,” jay laughed, hoping you’d take it as a joke but really hiding some truth.

𓆉 jake

you sat in jake’s car, the silent journey to the airport still replaying in your mind as you put off getting out. you wanted to be with him forever, but you knew the minute you stepped out of the car, you would be all alone, without jake, so you stayed for as long as you could. you looked at yourself in the small mirror of the sunshield, your eyes welling up as you noticed your boyfriend in your peripheral vision.

“y/n, you okay, darling?” jake peered his head around.

“no,” you cried out, “ i already miss you, and i’m not even gone.”

jake laughed a little before wrapping you in his arms, kissing the crown of your head.

“i hate that i’m not going to see you tomorrow, or the day after, or even the day after that,” you pulled away from his hug to wipe your tears, “i hate that we can’t be together all the time, and i hate that we had to end things like this.”

jake took a long inhale. his eyes stumbled around his car, avoiding focusing on anything for too long because he knew he’d cry. he didn’t want you to see him cry, not today.

“me too, angel. me too.” jake’s eyes welled up as he admired you in person for one last time.

you took a deep breath, the tears blurring your vision as you wrapped your fingers around the door handle and opened it slowly. you took one last look at jake, he managed to take your face into his hands and wipe your tears as you smiled at him.

“don’t be a stranger, hey?” jake tilted his head to the side, “call me whenever you need, i’m still your bestest friend, my love.”

you took the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek, you regretted it so much. he looked away as you slipped out of the car and got your suitcase from the trunk. you turned to wave at the boy you’d loved for a very long time, only to see him, absolutely destroyed, leaning over his steering wheel.

𓆉 sunghoon

you always knew sunghoon to be an honest person and vocal when he needed to be. you never wanted him to feel like he couldn’t be. but you couldn’t help but feel that something was missing.

“how about this weekend?” you asked, twirling the pasta around your fork. “we could book a hotel by sea and just relax,” and rekindle the flame that died, you thought, but didn’t dare say aloud.

“this weekend?” you nod, “i’m working, sorry.” he didn’t make eye contact as he spoke, instead staring directly at his plate.

you stabbed a chunk of mushroom loudly, catching his attention, “working…” he hummed in response, the tone of which elicited a scoff from you. “you’re always working, everytime i suggest we do something together, you’re conveniently working, do you even love me anymore sunghoon?”

sunghoon stayed completely silent, staring back down at his food.

“sunghoon?”

still, nothing.

you slammed the fork down onto the table and stood, pushing the chair back with a horrible screech. you focused on the boy for a while. how could you break up with him and let him win? when he didn’t even have the decency to speak? but you knew it would hurt you more if you didn’t say “then i guess it’s over.”

“i guess,” sunghoon finally spoke. he seemed unbothered, maybe even a little happy that someone finally said it. “should i go now or?”

you stared him down, he placed the fork down gingerly and left your apartment sharpish, leaving you to overthink everything about the past few months.

𓆉 sunoo

“so let me get this straight,” sunoo laughed as clapped his hands together twice, a little too sassily for your liking. “you’re mad at me because im being nice to my fans?”

“fan, singular, not plural, sunoo,” you clarified.

“so what, we have matching phone cases? you said you didn’t wanna do that, anyway.”

“i didn’t mean go and get them with someone else,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes at his facetiousness, “and it’s not just that. it’s weird enough that you found their social media and trusted them enough with your private accounts when i wasn’t even allowed to follow them for months, but going out with them and buying them gifts, that’s a bit too far.”

“it’s called a parasocial relationship,” he completely dismissed your concerns, “how can you be in a relationship with an idol if you can’t even respect that i have fans?”

you furrowed your brows in confusion, “do the other members do this? how about i call jungwon up, ask what he thinks, hm?”

sunoo soon became very quiet, he knows that this is more than an idol x fan relationship, he knows the others disapprove of it just as much as you do, he knows that this is wrong. he noticed that you’d caught on and once again searched for any kind of defence he could reach.

“you’re overreacting, and if you’re gonna be like this, then we’re done, y/n,” he suddenly blurts out, slipping his phone out of his pocket to text you know who about your argument immediately.

“yeah, no shit we’re breaking up,” you double down on sunoo’s words, wishing you could’ve said them first, “you’re a nasty piece of work, i wish them the best of luck for having to deal with you.”

for weeks after, you couldn’t help but regret your final words to sunoo. you debated on sending him an apology, but decided against it when you saw fans coming to defend you once the news had been released.

𓆉 jungwon

as you entered jungwon’s room, you could tell by the dishevelled look on his face, he knew exactly why you were here. you sat on the edge of his bed, one leg folded under you, the other dangling, your foot barely touching the floor. jungwon sat cross legged, his back against the single pillow propped up by his headboard.

“so,” he started, forcing a smile. “how have you been?”

“good,” you smiled back at him shyly, not because you felt shy as such, but because you knew what you were about to do was going to hurt him. “jungwon, i think we should break up.” you gave him time to digest your words before continuing. “i love you, but that’s not enough, for me, right now.” you purse your lips in hopes that you wouldn’t cry, “because you hurt me. and i can’t trust you, as hard as i try, i just can’t,” you ramble.

“it’s okay, y/n,” jungwon nodded in agreement, “i’m just sorry i couldn’t be the boyfriend you deserve.” you noticed jungwon had reached into the drawer of his bedside cabinet, following his hands which carried a cardboard box. “i was going to give this to you for your birthday, but i want you to have it now.”

you opened it, revealing a childlike friendship bracelet in your favourite colours, the black and white letter cubes spelling out “all my love.”

“i’m not giving it to you to make you feel guilty. i want you to have it because i want you to always remember that you’re loved.” his hands closed it into yours, “i've learnt so much from you.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his final comment, it was a bit of a joke to you that he had to learn not to cheat on people that he loved, but you were hopeful that he would never do it to anyone else ever again. you left him with a half genuine smile and a tiny thank you.

“i’ll bring your stuff later this week,” he said, drawing your attention back to him, “can i?”

𓆉 niki

“i can give you more space,” niki pleaded, just saying whatever came to his head without giving it too much logical thought.

“i don’t need space,” you stood from the couch, your hands finding your head in frustration, “are you not listening to me? i’m sick of having to look after you, can you not do anything for yourself?” you snapped.

niki wasn’t able to respond. he remembered, just earlier that day, you’d had to remind him of the dentist appointment you’d made for him. “isn’t that too far?” he sulked, his eyes swollen and sunken even though he hadn’t cried.

all rationality was lost, “not when it’s true,” you scoffed at the boy, who seemed like he was finally accepting some fault. “don’t you feel ashamed?” you pushed, until niki looked as if he’d reach boiling point.

“if you’re going to treat me like a child i might as well act like one, y/n,” niki stands too, he towers over you, but you insist in your mind that you can stand your ground. “you constantly embarrass me in front of people, “i had to make him an appointment” “i had to cook his dinner for him,”” he mimics, “i can do those things just fine, y/n, but you love doing them just to have one up on me, don’t you?”

you squint, you didn’t realise that’s what you were doing, but it was probably true. “well, you’ll be fine doing all those things when i’m gone,” niki’s face drops, yours follows as the weight of the words hit you like a truck, but you know it’s not working. “i’m gonna go now, i’ll get my stuff tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

niki nods, a small smile on his face that’s just begging to remain civil with you after all of this is over.