#i feel like im doing this on my own once again like. im so stupid

[dokjaism]

hhh

[thebigqueer]

its not even just seeing her that im worired about . im so dreading going back cuz everyones gonna be like 'so have you seen your pookie yet!!' and im gonna have to sit there and look embarrasing and stupid as fuck saying 'oh we broke up. yeah sorry i know i ranted to you guys all the tiem about how much i liked her and made you all listen to everything we did on some reandom date only for us to break up almost out of nowhere. sorry for letting you down and wasting your time' like fuckkkk . im gonna look so fucking stupid saying all this cuz they all knew how much we liked each other. theyre all gonna look at me in so much fucking pity and i dont want to deal with all that

[princessmyriad]

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[godhasforsnakenme]

BOOK REVIEW 📖

Last year I kept track of the series & films I watched; this year I've decided to keep track of whatever books I read! So this one is for the month of January – I'll share these sometime after the month is over, or if I read more than one book during the month, I will do their reviews as soon as I finish the book :)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[the-ark-awaits]

it does kinda feel like everything im in is dead. all the roleplays, all the games, its all kinda. just nothing. idk it just kinda feels bad

[orcelito]

I do love how I bought xmas gifts last week, got home, then shoved them in my closet to not look at or think about at all. Like "done with YOU for now. Bye."

[playingonedchess]

eh now that im thinking about it again i think maybe my problem with fandom is mainly just that its completely incapable of remotely understanding how any sort of interpersonal relationship works in the slightest and portrays them in the most ridiculous stupid ways not only is everyone ridiculously too emoteionally expressive and self aware and way too eager to therapise each other and discuss things in ways that no one really ever would but they also way overstate the way the characters even think about these things and then when its not the writers invented versions of the characters psycological states its always just about stupid internet subculture memes that i refuse to believe anyones even capable of finding funny or else the other way of completely misunderstanding interpersonal relationships which is making everything about romance or family structures its either throwing away all their actual relationship to just be about kissing and they love me they love me nots and honestly i reckon its actually worse when you actually ship them cause then your actually invested in their relationship and think they could actually have a romantic relationship while still resembling the actual characters relationship, at least if you dont really ship them its less annoying and you can just appreciate it as a random story. and the only other thing these people are interested in writing about tends to be totally misinterpreting the non romantic relationships as well like its hard to believe these people have ever actually had family if this is how they write them but i suppose they can at least acknowledge thats actually a valid reason to care about someone? plus the ways they always have to make non familial relationships into family like its especially ridiculous who they think has a parent and child relationship like seriously just admit your brains too small to comprehend more than too types of relationships. also they way theyll insist characters have a parent child relationship based entirely on the fact that its the kid of one of the characters they ship together i mean thats just getting obsessive not everything has to support your ship and its ridiculous to think that every kid would see their parents partner as a parent let alone the way they insist its like this with adults like ypu know they can still have a good relationship and everyone can get on great without them getting another parent when theyre literally in their twenties

[star-mum]

so I'm back on my weeb bullshit and by that I mean I'm studying japanese again and things !!! are !!! happening !! i can see progress !!!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

I never really made a request before so that's my first time wish u like it

So I was thinking about some fluff drunk y/n acting all stupid and flirty to bakugo who doesn't like drinking around her because he knows that they both won't have someone to send them home if they got drunk

[Secretly caring]

*Whispering* he also gets a bit touchy if she let's him

*friends to lovers thing*

Wish my explanation was good enough and can't wait for the next chapter of FBRC <3

can't say no to you . . (not that i want to)

katsuki takes you home after a night out

a/n: OUUU this is such a cute idea ! i’m so happy, this is my first request as well so we both have a milestone LMAOOO ! i tried to honour your request as best i could ! <3 (OU and AAAAA im glad you like FBRC ! i hope you’ll keep reading !)

bakugou katsuki considers himself a mature, mostly rational person.

despite what others, media outlets and even his own damn friends might say, katsuki thinks he’s really not that bad.

sure, he’s flipped off a camera man, cursed out another one…and another one—but who doesn’t have a bad day once in a while ?

he’s changed since he was a kid, he doesn’t get set off as easy anymore most days. he’s learned to be more patient, a little more levelheaded. that’s at least something his shitty friends will tell you.

he’s changed from when he was a kid, he’s grown now. he’s a man.

but right now katsuki feels like smashing your head in with a brick.

"kah-su-kiiiiiiiii... m'sleeppyy" you whine, leaning against his shoulder.

katsuki doesn't regret a lot, but he sure as hell regrets accepting to go out for drinks with you. again. you had said something about 'celebrating getting a day off after a while'.

"never should've accepted goin' out with yer ass." he laments grumpily. despite the fact he says this every single time he goes out to drink with you, he never seems to learn his lesson. he never seems to want to learn his lesson.

truth is, katsuki has grown a lot since his UA days but one thing he hasn't outgrown is his giant rampant crush on you. it's embarrassing how tightly you've got him wrapped around your finger, how easily you can get him to do whatever you want as long as you just asked him to.

he complains and grumbles about it but he'll never, ever, say no to you.

which is how he always, always, ends up in this predicament.

katsuki snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you sniffle.

"y-ya don't like.." you sniffle again " ya don't like hangin' out wif me ?"

fuck.

immediatly it's like a switch had been flipped. he moves his arm so he can wrap it around you and have you lean against his chest. you always got emotional when you were a little too drunk, that usually meant it was time to go.

"no—no, s'not that. i—" he sucks in a breath, cheeks heating up despite the fact he knows there's barely any chance you'll remember this. usually he'd remind you of your embarrassing drunk moments as revenge for making him take you home and taking care of your ass because you were too drunk to, but he'll refrain from mentioning this part.

"i do like hangin' out with you, dummy. quit talkin' stupid." he shushes you softly, unconsciously rubbing your arm comfortingly.

"b-but you said, you regretted goin' out wit me" you pout. fuck, you're cute. katsuki has to fight off the urge to lean down and kiss it away.

"i say a lot of stuff i don't always mean, sweets. you know that." he replies " 'f i didn't wanna hang out with ya, i wouldn't."

you hum pensively, leaning against his shoulder as you think. you smell like something sweet, he can't quite track down what it is, but it's making him dizzy. you've always had the ability to make him lose focus. you're so close and you smell so good and katsuki feels like he's drunk.

"mmyeah...guess that's true" you hiccup. you raise your hand up to trace his jaw line with your finger and he refuses to look at you but he can hear the cheeky little smile in your voice "you like hanging out with me, right ? that's why you always say yes when i ask !

he scoffs "i only say yes 'cuz i know you'd just end up goin' out anyway, you'd get yourself in trouble." he's stiff as a fucking board, he feels like if he moves a little too much he'll say something he shouldn't.

"no i wouldn't" you argue, then you reach your whole hand up to squeeze his cheeks "but even if i did, i know you'd come to save me, mr. dynamight" you giggle

he's so sick of you. katsuki's been in plenty of situations where he was this close to death, but he's certain you're gonna be the death of him.

"time for bed" he grumbles. he lifts you by your shoulders slightly until you can properly stand on your feet "m'getting you home, yer too drunk to be up right now" he asserts, chuckling when you pout at him when he flicks your forehead

"you're not the boss o' me ! 'm completely—oops" you trip forward but katsuki catches you with ease, he's always there to.

you look up at him innocently and he looks down at you with one eyebrow raised "you were sayin' ?" he sassed.

you roll your eyes at him and push off him slightly to stand more comfortably, you stick your tongue out at him. " i said—i'm fine..but if you wanna take me home that badly, i guess i'll allow it" you shrug. katsuki squints then shakes his head, smiling to himself. you catch him and giggle, he can't cover up his chuckle fast enough. you must look stupid to the other people in the bar just sitting there giggling at each other, he realizes. then he remembers he could honestly not give enough of a shit about what these other drunk losers thought, the only drunk loser he cared about was right here in his arms.

right where you belonged.

you're out like a light by the time katsuki's brought you back to your apartment, but he doesn't mind, he'd expected it anyway. he carries you like a sack of potatoes to your floor. he's glad he'd managed to grab your keys before you fell asleep, having to wrestle the keys from you and risk you getting cranky at him doesn't sound all that nice right now.

he helps you take off your shoes and he's extremely grateful you're just lucid enough to change by yourself. he helps you clean up and brush your teeth, then carries you to bed even though he knows damn well you could walk just fine. not before getting you to down a glass of water.

you're annoying when you're drunk and sleepy, you're whiny and everything is too much work for you. katsuki grumbles right along with you, calling you a pain in the ass, then promptly taking it back when he sees you tearing up again. he grumbles and complains but he knows he wouldn't let anyone else do it for him. not only because he's sure whoever it is wouldn't even be able to do this half as well as he does, but also because despite his better judgement, despite the fact you piss him off to no bounds, you're his to take care of. and he'd be damned if he let anyone else take care of what's his.

so you whine, and he complains, but he truly wouldn't have it any other way.

you insist on wanting him to stay with you and he knows he probably shouldn't. he likes you too much to just casually stay here with you, he knows he won't be able to sleep and he's just going to keep staring at your lashes fluttering as you dream. but you pout at him and plead him so sweetly, he really can't say no to you.

he likes you too much.

he steals one of your hoodies and a pair of sweatpants (he technically isn't stealing—since they're both his to begin with) and climbs into bed with you. you immediatly latch onto him, nuzzling into his shoulder before thanking him.

"for what ?" he mutters sleepily, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

"for.." you interrupt yourself with a yawn, he chuckles "for always takin' care of me..you're the best."

if you were more sober, he'd simply answer with a cocky "tell me something i don't know." but you're not and katsuki's already too far gone, so he squeezes your waist in appreciation then responds " i'm always gonna take care of you."

he's suprised by how soft and sappy he sounds but you suprise him even more when you lean up slightly to press a feather light kiss to the underside of his jaw and whisper a sweet little "love you."

he lays there for a good long while without response, you don't mind because you chose that exact moment to fall asleep. he lays there and he's sure he won't be able to fall asleep now. fuck you for knocking out and leaving him like this, he thinks. he's trying not to give himself false hope, maybe you meant it platonically. he keeps trying and he keeps thinking all night but he's still impossibly giddy.

he was contemplating not telling you anything about last night, but he can't help himself. he's nervous—god, he's so fucking nervous when you wake up while he's getting comfy in your kitchen like it was his, making breakfast. you look groggy and sleepy and hungover, but to him, you still look adorable.

when you're awake enough, munching away at the breakfast he's made, he tells you about last night and his heart slams against his chest when he mentions what you had told him.

though, when he sees how you choke on a piece of your toast, and how flustered you look, like a deer in headlights, his heart beats hard against his ribcage for a completely different reason.

the next time you go out for drinks, it's to celebrate the start of your relationship.

AAA first request done ! hope you liked this anon <3 if you guys have any request pleassseee lemme know !

[cameronsprincess]

hi mamas 💋

can you write one for rafe where he teaches the female reader how to finger herself and then rafe does it better for her and she tells him he's just gonna have to do it everytime and rafe is super soft and sweet like? fluff and smut at once?

just an idea.

reallllyyyyy scared im not putting myself on anon for this one but idfc cause tumblr is nasty like this 🖤

no one come at me

I LOVE ADORE SHITLESS NEEED YOUR WRITING AND I LOVE N ADORE YOU EVEN MORE !!

baby i love you n adore you SO MUCH!!!! thank u for this request, i’m hoping it meets your expectations<3

CW: guided masturbation, fingering, praise, soft!rafe, bsf!rafe fluffy smut<3

note: i’m imagining this is you and your best friend rafe and you drunkenly tell him you don’t know how to get yourself off so the next day he teaches you.. imagine it how you want, this is just where my head was!

“just like that, baby. move your fingers in and out slowly.”

you shift lower on the bed, planting your feet on the mattress and spreading your legs further apart, giving rafe a better view of your arousal slick thighs and pussy.

listening to his words, you slowly move your fingers in and out of your pussy, pressing your thumb gently against your clit and rubbing circles around it.

a low, raspy groan is pulled from rafe’s chest as he watches you please yourself, the sight has him rock hard, but he knows this is a teaching moment, and he won’t touch you unless you ask him to.

“god, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. legs spread open wide f’me so i can watch as you please yourself,” he groans again, slouching in the chair he’s sitting in and palming his hard dick through his sweatpants. “go on baby, move ‘em a little faster, push ‘em in deeper.”

your chest begins to heave up and down, your breaths catching in your throat as strangled moans and whines escape you. you push your fingers in and out of yourself at a quicker pace, pushing them in as deep as you can.

your inner walls pulsate, contracting around the two fingers you have inside yourself. “fuckfuckfuck”

you feel the all familiar tightening in your lower belly as your pussy clenches around your fingers over and over again. a warm feeling rushes through your body while your hips lift up off the mattress as you come undone around your own fingers.

“fuck, that’s it princess, cum on your fingers.” rafe rasps, watching you in awe as you ride out your orgasm.

the sweet sounds of your moans filling his bedroom have rafe twitching in his seat. he wants to touch you so badly, but he’s not sure how you’d feel about it. he watches as you slowly come down from your high, both hands limp on the mattress and your breathing slowly calming.

“fuck, that was… that was so hot.” rafe admits, standing from his chair beside the bed and stepping toward you.

you open one eye, slightly squinting as you stare up at him staring down at you. “what?” you ask, cheeks turning bright red from how he’s looking at you.

he drops his head, eyes looking at the floor. “nothin’ it’s stupid.” he replies, shaking his head.

your eyes flit down to the outline of his hard cock showing through his sweatpants, and it has your body heating up more. you close your legs, squeezing your thighs together.

“no, it’s something.. tell me.”

rafe’s hard blue eyes find your face again. “i uh.. fuck.. i really wanna touch you, but we’re best friends, don’t wanna ruin nothin’ between us.”

a small smile works its way onto your lips. you’ve never seen rafe cameron so flustered and shy.

you sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows. “i could still use some practice, y’know.. show me how it should be done if a man touches me..”

his eyes light up, a fire now burning behind his baby blue eyes. “yeah?”

you nod once. “yeah, why not.”

rafe wastes no time climbing into his bed, his strong arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you up and off the pillows. he situates himself where you just were and pulls your body into his, situating you between his thighs.

chills rush throughout your body when you feel his fingers slowly running up and down your thighs. he runs his fingers downward until he reaches the inside of your thighs, slowly moving them up and down before his large hand splays out, pushing your thighs further apart.

his fingers make their way back to the inside of your thighs, moving up until they reach your wet pussy. he slowly runs his fingers through your folds, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“so fuckin’ wet, goddamn.” he rasps.

you gasp when he pushes his index finger inside you, pushing it knuckle deep before slightly curving it. your hips buck up, back arching off his body. “r-rafe..” you whimper.

he uses his free hand to shove your hips back down, holding you in place as he continues to slowly push his finger in and out of you. he adds another, scissoring them inside you, spreading you open before he continues the slow in and out movements.

his head dips down, his lips kissing on your sweat slick shoulder, trailing up to your neck and ear, his teeth lightly nipping at the lobe.

“holy shit, rafe..” you whine, trying to move your hips to match the thrusts of his skilled fingers, but his other hand prevents you from moving.

“yeah, baby? that feel good? you like how my fingers feel inside this tight little pussy?”

a moan escapes you. “y-yes! god, yes!”

rafe’s lips kiss and suck at your neck, his fingers picking up their pace as he adds a third, stretching you out more.

your pussy clenches around his fingers, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you whimper and moan his name. that feeling washes over you again as your pussy tightens around his fingers, sucking them in deeper. he curves them slightly, toying with your g-spot as his lips continue to kiss, lick, bite and suck on the sweat slick skin of your neck.

“oh.. rafe— fuck! ‘m coming!”

“good girl, cum on my fingers sweetheart, s’okay.”

he slams his fingers in and out of you quickly, repeatedly hitting at your g-spot and sending you over the edge. your body stiffens, legs shaking as you cry out his name, soaking his fingers.

rafe continues to finger fuck you through your high, whispering praises in your ear as he does.

once you come down, rafe slowly slips his fingers from inside you, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. he groans at the sweet taste of you on his tongue.

“did so good f’me, sweetheart. so proud of you.”

you rest your head on his chest, trying to calm your breathing. you slightly tilt your head up, finding his beautiful blue eyes. you take a shaky breath before saying what’s on your mind. “i.. i think you should do that for me from now on.. if you want of course.”

rafe smiles down at you, his blue eyes shining. “fuck yeah, i’ll do give you orgasms anytime you want sweetheart.”

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[huexuri]

⊹ advantage : dom!kai x fem!reader ⊹

NSFW, MDNI!!

warnings: bsf!kai, roommate!kai, fem!reader, dom!kai, cum denial, reader has short stumpy fingers, slight mention of nipple play, praise, degradation, fingering, size kink (bigger hands, smaller hands)

note: i just couldn't... im supposed to be on a writers block but this fancam of hyuka changed the trajectory of my life. + not proofread so sorry for any mistakes

incorrect key. off tune. forgot to press this key. no, off beat. wrong chord.

your blood's boiling at this point, sitting in your roommate's room and in front of his keyboard; death stare piercing through those dizzying piano keys as if the inanimate object betrayed you.

"when will i get this right? ugh, stupid fingers, stupid me!!!" you clench your fist and begin to collect yourself to play again.

your pinky stretches across the keyboard to play an octave, but your your fingers are trembling over the piano keys. after all the nonstop continuous playing and aggressive slamming of fingers on kai's piano, you can't tell if you feel bad for your fingers or the poor keyboard. you let out an agitated scoff as you're barely pressing on the keys — friction being the only thing keeping your fingers barely on the edge of each key.

for some reason, an octave on the keyboard is way too wide for your fingers to press both keys simultaneously, and to you, that's embarrassing as hell. you stare dreadfully at your short, stumpy fingers that clearly isn't made to play piano. you've always wished you were rachmaninoff or something.

you slam onto kai's keyboard in frustration as you sit in the deafening silence that follows.

until, a twist of his doorknob catches you off guard when you're met with your blue haired roommate, hueningkai, his concerned eyes peering right at the keyboard as the door slowly creaked open.

"um.... everything alright? what are you doing in my room, absolutely wrecking my piano?" kai lets out a nervous chuckle, then his gaze fixates back up at yours as you fume.

"you're home so fast?" you immediately turn off his piano and stand up, cheeks flushed red and the tip of your ears glowing the same red in embarrassment.

"don't be embarrassed or anything, just asking since you have your own keyboard..." kai closes the door behind him and throws his bag onto the floor.

"yours felt better to play, i thought... but maybe i'm just the problem." you sigh, defeated, dropping back onto the chair.

"what is it though?" kai bends to reach your height and turns on the keyboard.

"might sound embarrassing, but can't reach an octave." you show him by stretching your fingers across the keyboard, the pads of your fingers barely pressing the designated keys.

"what do you mean? you can!" his chin points to your fingers.

"well, barely." you scoff again, and you're probably bothering kai with your continuously negative attitude.

"pfft... why are your fingers so short? can't relate.." kai hysterically laughs and plays an octave with barely any effort, his fingers even able to cover 2 keys over an octave.

"flexing much.." you cross your arms and roll your eyes. "i'm so awfully jealous. can't do anything at this point, my hands are like, useless."

"i'm just better!" kai cockily shrugs as he goes on to play a piece full with scales and octaves like it's nothing.

"don't act like you're superior... you just have an advantage of having longer fingers." you look back up at him, sneering.

"wanna give me attitude? well i bet you can't even finger yourself and make it feel good. are your measly fingers shaking already?" kai laughs teasingly, and he's coming back at you with the humor of a 14 year old developing teen.

he's sounding really fucking cocky right now, but even that stupid comment had a tinge of degradation in it and damn... it was kinda hot. no, really hot.

"okay, you help then! yapping as if you can make me feel better, i doubt it." you snap back at him, trying to ignore the heat on your cheeks returning back once again.

"you doubt it? do i have to prove it to you?" kai responds, and you go quiet immediately.

"well?" you sweep imaginary dirt off of your pants as you hurry to walk out of that room. "think about it then." you nervously snap back as a last attempt to return the attitude.

in a blink of an eye, you're gone from the scene, leaving kai in his room, barely processing what just happened, upper teeth digging into his lower lip as your last few words ring in his head. "what do you mean think about it....?" he murmurs.

you probably forgot about that conversation as you woke up, because it didn't occur to you that in the midst of scrolling on tiktok, you'd receive a notification from kai, asking you to go over to his room when he could just come out and ask you. despite the suspicion of it all, you drag yourself from the sofa to his room. what could he possibly want from you at 2pm in the afternoon? you swear if he's going to tell you some stupid ass dad joke you'll actually eat him alive.

"whatcha want?" you enter his room, the coldness of his air conditioned room immediately slamming you in the face, feeling like you're suddenly in antarctica.

kai puts down his headphones and his gaze follows you the more you walk. you look at him, a mix of a concerned and disturbed expression.

"whaaattt?" you giggle.

"about... that thing you said yesterday..." kai hesitantly says as he stands up from his chair, and onto his bed. he taps a spot next to him, indicating for you to sit.

you put down your phone next to his headphones on the table and sit down, clearly confused. "yeah, what about it?"

"i thought about it for a bit after you left. i mean ... if you're being serious...?" kai tries approaching the topic, trying to sound the least like a pervert as possible.

"oh—um," you gulp, and he's on the verge of spitting out apologies for ever bringing it up.

"no, well, uh, i don't see a problem?" you start to rethink your life choices; are you really going to let your boy best friend of years to finger you? just to prove a stupid point in a childish argument?

"i do wanna prove to you, wanna... show you that i'm actually good." he hesitantly blurts out.

"you've never tried, have you?" you laughed at his confidence.

"might sound weird as hell, but i've been watching porn solely for the purpose of knowing how to finger someone. it was supposed to be a stupid joke between my homies, but i think i'm really not that bad. well, i never know until i try, and yesterday when you said that... um, i thought of it as the perfect opportunity. i really do want to make you feel good and prove you wrong." kai rambles, muttering in between his words like a shameful perv.

"calm down," you reassured him. "show me what you've learned."

with a grin, he positions himself to sit on the bed against a wall and invites you to sit in between his legs.

you don't hesitate to do so; sliding your loose dolphin shorts off of you and sitting against him in a way that your back presses against his chest and your legs rest comfortably spread onto his. your hips are tilted so that your clothed pussy is exposed to the cold air of his room.

looking up at him as you fondle with your clothed tits gently, you could see the want in his eyes and his hands would travel to hold your waist from behind and up, under your shirt to grasp at your braless breasts. his bigger hands cupping your breasts really do feel different and way more warm and arousing. his eyes roll back as he flicks his calloused fingers over your delicate buds.

"they're so nice..." kai pants, and you feel an obnoxious bulge grow hard against your plush ass.

"damn, i can feel you already." you subtly grind against him and his lips slightly part to take in a breath that was caught up in his throat once he felt you move against him.

"how do you expect me to not be hard?" kai giggles and his hands start traveling up towards your face to cup it. he lifts your head to twist slightly in his direction, and he kisses you. you can taste the minty gum he always has a habit of chewing every second of the day.

"you're seriously chewing gum at this moment? typical kai .." you scoff and peck at his lips before grabbing his hand towards your core.

his hands move by themselves to start rubbing you over the thin cloth, and you've already soaked his fingers with your slick.

"complaining that i'm hard already but you're already this soaked? i haven't done anything yet..." he rubs you harder, and you squirm beneath him. you can feel his grin against your head.

"w-wasn't complaining, mm.." your back arches away from his chest and your nipples perk up so visibly over that baggy shirt. the sight alone makes him so worked up, he's always had a thing for your plush tits, ass, tummy, everything.

he pushes your panties aside to expose you raw to the cold air and you jolt slightly at that.

"my god, you're drenched. so fucking soaked, more than i thought you were." kai coos as he spreads your slick all over your pussy, applying the perfect amount of pressure on your clit for you to be throwing your head back onto his shoulder as your jaw drops slightly agape.

"don't talk like that, gonna make me wetter." you mutter out, so soft and needy it's almost impossible not to miss. but kai catches it, and he only chuckles under his breath, vibrations traveling through the top of your head, resonating throughout you.

kai plays around with the slick on your pussy, enjoying the moist sounds that it creates as he swirls it and taps it against your folds, almost forgetting that you're almost on the verge of cumming at this point from how he's just flicking around.

"gonna cum, please, let me cum. i've been throbbing since you touched my tits, p-please?" you beg. but kai shows no mercy, and immediately without warning—

"fuck!" you yelp, his middle finger now entirely up you as kai chuckles, unnerved. his single finger feels like two of yours.

"hold it for a bit, can you?" kai lowers his gaze at yours when you look up at him, teary-eyed.

you clutch at his thighs in response.

he slowly thrusts his finger in and out of you. "you're so worked up over my single finger, what if i insert another?"

"no, a-am not,," you deny.

"oh?" kai sneaks another finger up you, filling you completely. "you're so fucking tight, it's cute. so wet and you still manage to be so tight." he whispers, and you whine under him.

you were never ready for when he would thrust in and out of you at an increasing pace, and god knows what you were going to do when he curls both his fingers deep inside you. but oh, he does.

he kisses you on the crown of your head, curling his fingers to prod at the spongy spot inside of you, pulling a cry from your lips as lewd sounds begin to fill the air; loud and wet. his lips capture yours in a kiss as you grasp his other hand, guiding his fingers back where you want them — under your shirt.

"fuck, oh my god,, k-kai.. you..." you murmur uncontrollably as you grip on his thigh with strength you never knew you had.

"oh yeah? am i not better? then why are you squirming against me and moaning my name so loudly? why are your nails digging into my thighs? clenching around me like you don't want me to let go," he teases, his chin resting on the crown of your head, looking down at you with a grin. "huh? huh? fuck, doesn't it feel better? say it!" the pad of his fingers grasp on your breasts as he finger fucks you with speed that feel like the speed of light. you're so dazed in the head you feel high and you don't even know if you're saying the correct words.

"mmfff—fuck, better, better, hnggg~!" your eyebrows furrow as your hips jitter uncontrollably, clit so swollen it's dizzying. you feel intoxicated and your brain is barely processing your surroundings anymore, but as you reach your high, you can't even address that you're going to cum, the only indicator is of your moans becoming louder and breaking more and more.

"what's better? say it properly, hm?" kai continues to tease as his fingers curl up into your gummy walls at indescribable speeds, fingers so skilled you feel like you just passed out.

"you're, aaah—hhngg~ c-can't, say anything,, fuck, fuck—!" you're not even aware of what's rolling off of your tongue anymore. maybe barely, but all your consciousness is probably clouded somewhere above your head. eyes rolling so far back your skull that you start to see stars.

then, it fades white — and you can feel yourself release all over kai's poor fingers and poor bedsheets that will probably smell obnoxiously like you afterwards.

it feels as if your heart is pumping 200 beats per minute and as you come back to your senses, you can feel kai pampering you with kisses all over your head and his signature comforting tummy rubs as he pulls back your panties in its place. the deafening white noise inside your head starts to tone down and it fades to kai, showering you in praises and reassuring words, telling you you did such a good job and so on.

“what a pretty girl… such a good girl for me, handling all this so perfectly.” kai returns to his usual comforting and soft tone.

“i'll finally admit.. you made me feel better than any time i've ever played with myself.” you sigh in defeat, and kai smiles.

“though, that boner beneath me never went away huh?” you turn back, and kai's grin changes almost instantly into a needy one.

“well, if that's the case, i think i deserve your help.” kai states.

“i think so too.” you giggle as you get up from your position to face his achingly hard boner.

the rest of the day was like no other, and at the end of the day… both of you are confident that kai is significantly better at playing the piano than you are. and better at fingering you, obviously.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I apologize if this sucks? i am just not in the best of moods right now. I went off and did my own thing so it's not like the ep, im just not feeling the best.

You didn't belong in hell, that is what Blitzø kept telling you when you were dating anyways but then that all went to shit the moment you found out the supposed love of your life cheated on you. It hurt, you've never experienced heart break before so it felt like a knife to your gut, it felt worse than your fall from heaven.

You didn't understand, you thought you were a good girlfriend. You did everything he liked so why did he do it? It never crossed your mind that you would find happiness again that was until you stumbled into on Verosika Mayday. It was strange, like your eyes were opened up for the first time, that you could finally see.

She made you feel special, she made you feel loved and not once did you ever doubt her feelings for you like you did for Blitzø. It was bliss until your ed decided to show his stupid face to your apartment though you couldn't have been more grateful that Verosika answered the door instead of you.

"Whore?! Why the fuck are you here?" Blitzø wasn't expecting to see his ex clad in nothing but a towel in his other ex's house.

"I live here...what the fuck do you want?" Eyeing the imp, she started to wonder why she was ever with him.

"You...live here...with my little angel." Since when were you into women?

Verosika scoffed turning her head away. "The last time I checked she isn't your anything...you were the prick that broke her heart."

"Well" Blitzø wasn't so sure what to say that, she was right and he did not like that what he did was pointed so blatantly. He had hoped to snag you away, to make someone jealous but finding out that you were actually happy....he did not like that.

It was your voice that broke through his train of thoughts and he was suddenly wondering why he cheated on you in the first placed when you were the one that treated him so well. He hated seeing that loving gaze in your eyes, the one that you gave Verosika the one that you gaze him.

"Push away anyone who gets too close. I learned that from you, fuckwad....and she learned it from you too." Verosika narrowed her eyes as she hugged you closer to her side. "Now fuck off."

[munsooooon]

Steve had a very heated argument with his parents who arrived home unexpectedly. It was an argument filled with crying, anger, and a lot of pain.

So he made a decision that was unreasonable and not at all safe. But a world full of strange creatures had taken away his last years of adolescence without being able to enjoy them and he still had to deal with those arguments with his parents, if life could not give him a break, he had the right to commit some stupid things.

So when he managed to calm his crying a little, he asked Eddie to sneak in through his window. Which Eddie did.

If his parents found them, it would be the end. Robin definitely would kill him but none of that mattered when Eddie was between his legs, moving slowly and silently, Steve was ecstatic, with saliva building up in his mouth, he was making the cutest moans just to show his boyfriend how much he was enjoying it, he could feel Eddie all over his body, because he was hitting the exact spot of pleasure even though he was doing his best to be as quiet as possible.

"My little princess so spoiled and so needy" Eddie whispered. "What would you do if mom and dad found you like this?"

Steve responded by moving his body, fucking himself against Eddie's body, taking what he needed from him. He had been with many girls while their parents were home but this was the first time he had been on that side of history and he was loving every second of it.

"That's it, princess, you gonna show them how good you are taking me, right?"

"Mmm huh, yes Eddie, please"

"Shhh, babydoll, be quiet, show them I've made a good boy out of you"

Eddie put a hand over Steve's mouth because he knew he was getting close and he knew how loud it was, the adrenaline was pushing them to the limit, with his free hand he pressed hard on the boy's hips to keep him on his dick, to keep him still, to avoid the noise of the bed and to be able to use him as Eddie wanted. He began to move faster, Steve began to cry, his face was flushed, his hands were trying to take pieces of Eddie's body, his hands were moving in the air helplessly as if he wanted to get away from the pleasure Eddie was giving him but at the same time chasing that pleasure and craving more and more.

If anyone approached Steve's room, it was impossible for them not to notice what was going on.

"That's all, right love? All you needed to behave was a good cock inside you"

"Yesss, Eddie, please"

"See? I have made you a good girl, a very polite girl who knows how to ask for what she needs, im so proud of you darling"

Steve's mouth opened in a silent scream, he began to cum, squeezed Eddie and began to move slowly. Steve was shaking non-stop and the tears on his face wouldn't stop flowing, his eyes were closed and his mouth moved with Eddie's every movement.

"I love you" Eddie whispered as he kissed his cheek, still moving, he was pursuing his own cumming, slowly, unhurriedly. "You're mine, mine, just mine, not theirs."

Steve felt his body melt, he feel loved.

"You'll be my husband one day, i will take you far away from here, baby. I promise, just be patient"

Eddie cums inside him, Steve smiled with his eyes closed as he felt it.

Eddie slipped his fingers into Steve's mouth, who slowly opened his eyes. He soon got the message and began to wet the older man's fingers, a few seconds was enough, Eddie kissed his nose to let him know it was enough.

Eddie moved his fingers closer to Steve's entrance, asking for permission.

"May I?"

"Of course, Eds." Steve whispered.

Eddie inserted his fingers inside Steve and using his cum and Steve's saliva to move them quickly and easily. Steve bit down on his lip to keep from moaning loudly, Eddie quickly moved to his prostate, using it as he pleases. It was easy to make Steve cum once again, Steve felt himself really wet.

Eddie lay there for a few minutes hugging Steve, who slowly began to fall asleep. Before sleep overcame Eddie too, he slowly got up and quietly got dressed, he couldn't stay in Steve's room.

"Be a good boy and take care of yourself until we see each other in the afternoon" Eddie whispered.

At 3:54 a.m. Eddie kissed Steve's sleeping face and climbed down the window.

[lovelettersfromluna]

Supercut

Summary: “In my head, I play a supercut of us.”

an: halfway through writing this I decided that this isn't technically the finale hehe, more of cam girl!Ellie come, this is just the end of them being stupid. mwah mwah love you all more than you know.

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, MDNI, angst, cam girl!ellie, Ellie is a real idiot in this one tbh, arguing, hurt/eventual comfort, toxic!Ellie, tribbing, making out, pet names, this one is a little short im sorry, lmk if I missed anything!!!

Read part 1 here, and part 2 here!

You know that gross feeling you get whenever you look back at old pictures or videos? You know, the one that you feel at the pit of your stomach, and it makes you really happy but also really sad? What's that called again?

Oh, right. Its melancholy

It's that feeling where you have a specific memory, and you know that no matter what, that time is gone. You can't replicate it, and the only place that it will live is in the confides of your own mind

And it sucks, because you don't even know when those moments are going to be made. There's no warning in your brain that the day you have planned is going to be so impactful to your life, that you will constantly chase that feeling, trying to replicate what it was that made that time so blissful so that you can feel that same warmth again.

You don't even get the chance to savor it while it lasts.

It almost makes you feel like you never wanted those times to happen to begin with, because you would have been fine without them. Sacrifice one of the times of your life so that you wouldn't have to spend countless nights laying in bed, only hoping that you will experience something that can even come close to how it all felt in the past.

Most of the time, it's easy to simply look back at those memories, feel that disgusting mixture of happiness and sadness, and then move on.

But for some god awful reason, you can't seem to do that this time.

This time, it lingers. It sits there, knocking at your chest, demanding to be acknowledged, to have all of your undivided attention, giving you no choice but to think about how fucked up this all is, how all of this was a complete and utter mistake, and how you have no way in taking it back.

It makes you wish time travel was real, yearning for some mad scientist to come out and say 'look everyone! you can reverse the mistakes you've made in the past!'.

But that doesn't happen, and you have no choice but to live with the icky feeling that settles at the pit of your stomach, and refuses to go away.

You weren't entirely sure what would happen after that night with Ellie, the night that she laid her weight on top of you, fucking you into her mattress over and over again, whispering the sweetest words into the nape of your neck, holding you the entire night through once you were finished, silence overcoming the space as you both fell into a blissful sleep.

It was hard to really tell where you both stood, but you weren't an idiot.

You knew, that you and Ellie had made love that night.

It was truly like nothing you had ever experienced. It was like you were constantly in that delicious state before sleep, where the world is soft, and everything is so comfortable right before you reach the point of unconsciousness, and everything feels so utterly perfect.

That's what it felt like, and you knew that from the moment Ellie had pulled you against her chest, and pressed a soft kiss to your head before you both fell asleep.

It happened, but God....you really wished it hadn't.

Because now? Things were so much fucking worse.

The feeling Ellie gave you scared you, and it made the ugliest thoughts fill your head when you woke up. You felt wrong, the skin on your body feeling filthy for doing something so intimate with her, with your roommate. You felt like you were taking something that wasn't yours, something that was never meant for you in that way.

So you ran.

Not far, of course. You were lucky enough to wake up before Ellie, gently peeling yourself from her body, your stomach sinking whenever she mumbled something gently in her sleep, her hands mindlessly reaching for your body before she fell back into her deep slumber.

You stood over her for a moment, watching as her eyes flickered in her sleep, lips parted as she snored gently. The feeling you had when you watched her sleep scared you, because you felt...like you wanted to stay with her, protect her, hold her in your arms and ignore the reality of how much this was fucking with your head, ignore the fact that she had simply wanted help with her work.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

You inhaled deeply before you left her room, closing her door gently before you quickly went to your bedroom, tugged on a t shirt and jeans before you grabbed your jacket and left the apartment.

You stayed out in the city all day, that day. You were like a ghost, trying to sort out the feelings that were settling in your chest, opting to simply ignore them instead. You made sure to leave your phone at home, knowing any texts from Ellie wouldn't do you any good with how you were feeling.

You didn't return home until later that afternoon, the sun setting, slowly casting the familiar darkness of night onto the city that you had come to know. You wished you could stay out longer, avoid the situation more, but it was only gettin colder, and you knew you had to go back to your apartment sooner or later.

When you got there, you were greeted by silence. You don't even hear Ellie's usual music playing from inside her room. You frowned softly, looking around a bit for any signs of the girl there. You looked down, finding that her leather jacket and helmet weren't where they usually were.

Ellie had left too.

You should've been happy at that, giving you even more time away from the girl than planned, yet you can't ignore the ugly tinge of sadness and annoyance that lingers at the back of your throat at the thought of here simply...leaving.

When you got to your room, you quickly grabbed your phone, wishfully thinking that there would be a string of messages from your roommate, asking you where you've gone, and if everything is okay between you both.

But when you unlock your phone, there's nothing there.

Not a single call, or a single text.

And you suddenly realized, that great minds think alike.

So, that's how things go with you and Ellie after that. There isn't a grand scene of love, where you both confess that you had both felt that way from the moment you set eyes on each other, there isn't a happily ever after where you become her girl, and she becomes yours. There isn't any of that, you two simply go from being friends, to barely being roommates.

You guys never speak about it. There's never a conversation that happens to even clear the air, pretending as though that night in her bedroom never happened.

There's a sense of hostility that follows after all of it happens, because Ellie won't even fucking look at you now, let alone stand in the same room as you. If you're in the living room, she's in her bedroom, and if you're in the kitchen, she leaves the apartment to go eat somewhere else.

It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, because you can practically feel the hatred she has for you radiating off of her body whenever she's around, and it's a shock to you that you two are still even living together. The Ellie that would once sit in the living room with you, practically tugging your body to sit on her lap, has succumb to someone who barely even exists to you anymore.

And it doesn't even end there.

Ellie never really had girls in and out of the apartment before, even before you and her started filming and having sex. She was pretty strict about letting others into her space, only ever bringing around girls she was dating long term, or her designated filming partner. You never had a problem with it, letting Ellie know time and time again that the place was half hers, and she could bring whoever she wanted.

But that seemingly changed after you and her happened.

Because suddenly, there's a different girl at your apartment every night, and Ellie is fucking them ten different ways into the next month.

And it always happens to be on the nights before you have to wake up early to go in and open the record store.

She becomes relentless.

You first noticed it happening when she breezed past you on a Friday night, clearly dressed up for a night out. You couldn't really ignore the way your core tightened at how fucking good she looked, the feeling quickly overshadowed by the way she yet again left the house as if you weren't sitting right there.

After getting yourself to bed for some much needed shut eye, you were rudely awakened by the sound of your front door slamming open, followed by the sound of tumbling and soft giggles..

Which then slowly turned into the sounds of Ellie fucking a girl in her bedroom that was directly across from yours.

And it kept going, night after night, the sound of Ellie pleasuring another woman was all that you were left with. Not even your headphones on full volume could drown out the banging of Ellies headboard against the wall.

You have never been a jealous person, especially when it came to Ellie and her sex life. However, after what happened between the both of you, and the very clear fact that Ellie was indeed doing it out of spite..

You really couldn't ignore the fire you felt at the pit of your stomach whenever you heard some random girl moaning out Ellie's name to the top of her fucking lungs.

It was then that you came to terms with the fact that enough was enough.

And you had to move out.

It wasn't long until you wouldn't leave your room.

You seriously couldn't stomach the way it felt, being ignored by Ellie, her constant avoidance a reminder of how much of a bad idea it was to agree to filming with her in the first place. If that wasn't enough, constantly seeing her leave the apartment to go meet up with another girl started to hurt even more.

And you really didn't want to face the truth behind that.

There was something unsettling that came with the feeling it gave you, because how could you go from not even batting an eyelash at Ellie walking out of her bedroom with Julia, to feeling tears prickle at the edge of your eyes every time you heard her fucking someone else across from your room.

Because it's cruel, and you know you were wrong to leave her the way you did, but she left too. You knew that what you did was wrong, but surely you didn't deserve all of this? And why would she even want to hurt you like this in the first place? Surely you were the only one that felt this ridiculous conflicting feeling that only brought you stress.

And yet, you only found new ways to torture yourself.

It happens one night after work, you're tired and all you want to do is peel off your clothes and hop into bed.

Opting to grab your laptop, wanting to watch some mindless video on the internet to lull you to sleep, you are suddenly faced with something that had been waiting to haunt you.

A link to one of your videos with Ellie was still on your browser.

She had sent it to you a while ago, wanting to show you how well it was doing, and all the positive feedback that it was receiving, you meant to watch it at the time, but never got around to it. Now, it was sitting there, collecting dust until you decided to open it.

And you knew you shouldn't have, because that chapter of your life has closed, and you intended to keep it fully closed.

But curiosity did kill the cat, didn't it?

You didn't think twice before opening it, the link quickly flashing across your screen and taking you to Ellie's page. The thumbnail is of the two of you, the last video you guys had filmed. Its you, straddling Ellie on her bed, her strong hands gripping your hips, probably forcing you to grind down on her lap.

You feel your core tighten at the sight of it.

You don't look at it much longer, or read the comments either, because you know they will all be asking where you've gone, and whether or not you were coming back.

Instead of closing your laptop and going to sleep like you should have, you kept scrolling through Ellies page. You come to find the usual, seeing that she had been live the past few nights, as well as posted a few videos for her viewers to catch up on, none of it out of the ordinary.

Something does catch your eye however.

Its a video that was posted a few nights ago, and you can barely make it out, but you can see a thumbnail of Ellies tattooed hand pushed between a girls thighs, doing what you can only assume to be fingering her.

And that girl is definitely not you.

She had found herself a new partner.

It’s no shock that she did. She’d been actively fucking other girls, someone in and out of your apartment almost every night, something that she had made sure to make very clear to you…

But there was just something about actually seeing it that hurt like hell

You slammed your laptop shut, a bit too hard, but you were suddenly filled with something foreign to you, something that you hardly felt for anyone.

Quickly grabbing you blankets and tugging them over your body, you squeezed your eyes shut to try and erase the image of Ellie with another girl from your brain, the image slowly tainting the deepest corners of your mind so that you won't ever be able to do just that.

You couldn't do this anymore.

Ellie was just as bad at talking about her feelings as you were.

Because the morning after you and her had sex, she wanted nothing more than to wake up with you, kiss you, hold you, move on from this agonizingly slow phase that you two were in, where she was allowed to do the things that she always wanted to do, just conditionally.

She wanted to wake up, and move forward whatever the fuck you and her were stuck in.

But you didn’t. You simply woke up before her, and left, leaving Ellie to feel like a fucking idiot.

Because maybe she read into the entire thing wrong, maybe you didn’t feel anything for her, maybe you really did only see her as your roommate and nothing more than that….

Maybe that look in your eye that she was sure she saw when she was fucking you, was all in her head.

So when you ran, she did too.

And soon, Ellie’s sadness turned into anger, and all she wanted to do, was hurt you the same way that you hurt her.

She wanted you to hear her with other girls, she wanted you to see her with other women on her streams, she wanted you to see what it was that you’d lost, what you’d stupidly lost when you decided to run away from her the morning after it all.

But maybe she’d taken it too far.

Because Ellie’s anger turned into something that she didn’t want, because no matter how much noise she made, how good she tried to look whenever she was getting ready to go out with some random girl, no matter what she did to make you jealous, you never batted an eyelash her way, you never once reacted to anything that she did that was directed at you for the sole purpose of getting your attention.

And not only did it further prove to Ellie that you didn’t give a fuck about her, but it also made her so much more frustrated with you.

Did you seriously not have a fucking soul? Could you not even acknowledge her? Hurt for her? Feel hurt by her? Why wasn’t it working? Why weren’t you…..why couldn’t you just…..

Why couldn’t you just fucking want her.

Ellie was truly at her last straw, because being with other women was something she already didn’t like doing, but it was slowly eating away at her, picking away at her insides and making her feel hollow inside, a shell of who she used to be when she was with you.

And when she didn’t think things could get any worse, she found you doing something she only saw in her nightmares.

She hadn’t really noticed it at first, but slowly, your belongings began to disappear from the apartment. Particularly in the living room.

Your stack of blankets would get smaller and smaller as the week went by, the dorky little figures you had littered around different shelves and the tv stand started to disappear too, little parts of you started leaving, one by one, and Ellie was too far up her own ass to even notice.

Maybe if she had, she could’ve convinced you to stay.

In all honesty? Ellie probably wouldn’t even have realized you were leaving until it was too late, the girl far too consumed in her little revenge streak to notice the slow but sure disappearance of you, the way the remnants of you slowly began to leave one by one.

It just so happened that on a day that you were packing up some of your boxes, you had left your door cracked open, thinking that Ellie wasn’t home.

She was passing by your room when she heard a soft huff, the sound quickly catching her attention as she slowly walked towards your door, catching sight of the various opened boxes scattered around your room that was already looking sparse due to packing it all the way.

That. That was the straw the broke the camels fucking back.

Because suddenly, Ellie is pushing your door open, the force from her hand making it slam against your wall, the loud sound making you flinch to look over in her direction with wide eyes.

“Ellie?” You question softly.

The sound of her name rolling off your tongue makes a shiver run down her spine, because god….had she missed the way you said it.

Her eyes are angry, eyebrows furrows together as her eyes scan your room, looking at the boxes, your half empty closet, your empty book shelf.

“What the fuck is going on here?” She spits out, her tone making you wince slightly. It’s the first time you’ve heard her speak to you in almost an entire month and it’s so fucking hostile, so pointed.

This really wasn’t how you wanted this to go.

You let out a soft sigh, bringing your palm up to ran along your face as you look down at the boxes as well, heart sinking at the thought of going.

“Look…Ellie…I was planning on telling you…I just-“ she’s quick to cut you off, walking further into your bedroom as her eyes scan the walls, watching as they began to grow emptier and emptier the further in she looked. She scoffs, her green eyes finally landing on yours, her smoldering grip enough to take your breath away.

“Bull-fucking-shit. You weren’t going to tell me anything, and you know that” she argues, nostrils flared as she stares at you with eyes filled with that same glare of hate that you saw every time she’d glaze over you within recent weeks.

And she was right. You had no intention of telling her anything. She would learn that you were gone once you were gone, because that’s what you did.

You always ran.

You let out a sigh of defeat before you step away from her, fully intending on continuing packing. You didn’t want this to stop you, or put anymore obstacles in your way of leaving. This was what you had to do, and you knew that.

“I can’t stay here anymore, Ellie…things are fucked up between us and I just…I won’t deal with it anymore” you mumble out, your voice tired, weak. A clear indication of how you felt towards the entire situation. It was draining you, and you knew that for your own well being, you had to get out.

The sight of you packing as if she wasn’t in your room, trying to figure out why you were leaving, makes her even more upset. It blinds her from your words, from the weakness in your voice, in your appearance. She ignores it because the anger she feels is much easier to indulge in.

"So that's it? You're just gonna leave? Without saying anything to me?" she barks out, her tone making you feel worse than you already do.

And then it all stops, because why the hell are you feeling bad when this isn't even your fault.

You slowly turn to Ellie, your eyebrows furrowed as you stare at her in disbelief, cocking your head to the side slowly before you start to speak.

"Are you listening to yourself right now, Ellie? Do you ever stop to think for one second that not everything is about you?" The tone of your voice is so calm, words so slow and articulated, it barely even sounds like you're mad.

And it scares you, and it scares her.

You don't stop there, you couldn't even if you wanted to.

"This wasn't my idea, none of it was. I agreed to help you because you asked it of me, and I clearly have no fucking sense of boundaries. I get that what I did was wrong, and I shouldn't have left you that morning, but no one is fucking perfect" You defend, your own breath become more shallow the more you speak, your anger and frustration finally rising to the surface.

"This isn't good for me. You aren't good for me, you've been fucking different girls every goddamn night just to hurt me, and you're a fucking liar if you deny it." you spit out, making Ellie wince slightly, yet her eyebrows never unravel from how furrowed they are, and the frown on her lips is still there.

When you said it out loud though, she realized just how bad it was.

"I did it to get your fucking attention...not to hurt you" She barely whispers, staring down at you. You can't help but laugh softly, scoffing at her words before you give her a gentle sigh.

"Oh it got my attention, Ellie. It got it so much, that I can't bare for you to have it anymore..." you mumble out softly before you turn away from her, unable to stare into her eyes for any longer.

"I don't know what happened between us that morning...but I want nothing more than to just..forget about it all" You let out meekly, feeling yourself reduce to that small ball of insecurities once again.

And Ellie finally softens when she sees it, because you never let your guard down this much.

She inhales deeply, taking a step towards you, trying to get closer to you. You don't step back, or flinch, you simply ignore her, carrying on to pack your things as if she wasn't there, standing above you.

"You hurt me too...you know" she mumbled out, her voice finally dropping that hostile tone that she had when she first walked in. You're quick to turn towards her, spinning around to set your eyes that were quickly growing redder by the second.

"And Im sorry!" you shout, your voice going the loudest it had yet, it makes Ellie flinch.

You sigh out tiredly before you bring your hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "If I could go back and do it differently..I would..but too much has happened, Ellie...I don't..." you trail off, struggling to find the proper words before you sigh softly, finally speaking again.

"I don't see you the same way, anymore" you mumble out.

This makes Ellies heart seize up, because what do you mean by that? What are you trying to tell her?

You move to sit on your knees, you bare legs coming in contact with the cold, wooden floor as you begin packing more things in a different box. There's no more fighting, there isn't anymore arguing, or anger, it's just silent, the occasional sound of your clothes hitting each other when they hit you settle them in the box. You don't even bother to turn around and yell at Ellie, or even tell her to get out.

And maybe thats what's hurting her the most. You never yelled, you didn't cry or beg, you didn't do anything when she knew you heard her, saw her with those other girls. All of them were nothing to her, sorry attempts at trying to grab hold of your attention again, get you to show just a little bit of fucking anger, so that she knew you still felt something for her, so that she knew she still had you.

But it was clear to her with the way that you disregarded her after it all, as if she didn't even matter, that she didn't have you anymore.

Did she ever? Did she ever have a chance with you? Was she all in her head? Were you simply just a good friend? A decent roommate who promised to help her out when she needed help? Was all of it just....

Pretend?

She feels like she's running out of options, because she assumed that if anything, you two would fight and end up in a heated, passionate love making session where you two would admit what you had felt all along.

But Ellie was slowly coming to the conclusion that she was being fucking delusional.

Her decisions didn't let up thought, because soon, she's on her knees next to you, grabbing your wrists gently in her hands and pulling you to face her. She feels her heart break when you refuse, trying to pull away from her grasp, mumbling soft complaints of how you needed to finish packing.

When she finally tugs you a bit harder, forcing you to look at her, she feels the weight of her mistakes finally settle on her chest, because you're crying. Your eyes are puffy and your cheeks are stained, and it's all her fucking fault.

She bites back a whimper, tugging her bottom lip into her mouth as she feel her own throat burn with tears.

"Hey...look at me...come on...where's my pretty girl...come on.." She tries over and over again, voice breaking, making you whimper as you try tugging your arms from her grasp.

"Don't you see how fucked up this is, Ellie? We were just screaming at each other and now...now you're calling me your girl" you plead with her, the words bubbling past your lips as the mere sight of here forces more tears from your eyes, making it harder and harder to talk.

Ellie can't talk her way out of this one, not with you. She knows there isn't much she can do, or say, and she feels like she's all out of options, because you're right. All of this is so fucked up, and it makes her insides burn because she's hurt, and you're hurt, and it feels like there's nothing she can do to fix it.

She does the only thing she feels will work. She kisses you.

It's filled with everything. Passion, longing, happiness, sadness, anger, everything that had been pent up between the both of you is poured into the kiss, and it's enough to make you feel dizzy.

But you don't pull away, you melt into her, just like you always do. She feels it too, feels the way you let you defenses down, taking it as a chance to tug your wrists up and around her neck, her own arms resting on your hips as she pulls you closer, her lips working against yours.

"Im....fuck...im so sorry, baby....never meant to hurt you" She mumbles against you, her words coming out as a breathy sigh against your lips, making you moan softly against her. She pushes her tongue into your mouth, giving your waist a soft squeeze.

"M'sorry too..Ellie....shouldn't have left..." You whine against her, and she's quickly shaking her head, gently tugging you up to stand with her before she's pulling you too your bed.

"Just...lemme take care of you..alright" She hums against your lips before she gently pushes you back to lay on your bed, her own body crawling over yours, resting her weight on your body as she goes back to kissing you.

It's so slow, and sensual, and it feels like the entire world is quiet, like you're fading into her, and she's fading into you, and you both are becoming one. It feels so fucking right, and the hole that had been growing in your chest is finally filling up, the essence that is Ellie slowly acting as the medicine that you needed all along.

Ellie rolls over, gripping your hips and tugging you to straddle her waist as she lays back against your bed. Her green eyes eat you up, strong hands already running along your hips and thighs, giving you a squeeze before her hand creeps up your t shirt, pushing it up a bit before it slips under, grasping your boob and massaging it in her hands.

"Fuck...look at you...missed you so much, pretty girl....you can't even imagine.." She sighs softly under her breath, eager hands roaming your body hungrily, as if they've deprived of you for so long, missing the way your skin spilled out from under her hands, always so responsive for her.

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch her practically worshiping your body with her hands, a soft whine leaving your lips as you rest your hands on her hips, pushing up her t shirt a bit as your thumbs rub small circle into her pale hips.

Her hands rest on your hips, forcing you to grind down onto her lap, making you whine softly, the feeling her her sweats bunching up right at your core, your cotton pajama shorts leaving much too room to be exposed by her touch.

She sits up, grabbing the hem of your shirt before she tugs it off your body, groaning softly as her lips immediately latch onto your nipple, biting and sucking. You moan softly, arching your back a bit and forcing more of you to her mouth, hands wrapped around her neck, toying with the hair at the nape of her neck.

Ellie pushes you back, resting you to lay down before she tugs your pajama shorts and panties off in one go. You promptly spread your legs for her, letting her settle between them, the small gesture making her groan, her strong hands gripping your thighs, grinding against your bare pussy.

"Fuck...such a good girl for me..." she sighs softly against your lips.

You whine, reaching down and tugging at her own pants, fumbling with the waistband of her shorts that hung oh so fucking low.

"Off..wanna feel you.." You moan softly against her, resulting in a soft chuckle from her. She presses one last kiss to your lips before she nods.

"Whatever you want baby...fuck" she mumbles softly under her breath when she pulls back to start tugging her own clothes off, catching a glimpse of your soaking wet pussy and naked body in the dim light of your room.

She looks so fucking desperate, nearly tripping over her sweats as she tugs them off, tossing them somewhere else in your room. It's like she can't get the clothes off quick enough, immediately settling between your legs again once she's naked, groaning softly a the feeling of your pussy against her body.

Her eagerness makes you giggle, and Ellie feels like she's on cloud fucking nine when she hears it, so soft and gentle. She pouts softly, staring down at you while she's already moving to position her pussy over yours, tossing your leg over her shoulder.

"What are you laughing at...hm?" She questions softly, her hips slowly moving against yours as she lets out a soft moan, eyes never leaving yours.

You can barely get the words out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel her slick pussy against yours, clits bumping together in a way that has you nearly salivating.

She chuckles above you, a soft groan following the noise as her lips graze along your calf.

"Thats what I thought...fuck....your pussy is too fuckin good, princess' She moans out softly, her hips moving slowly against yours.

You moan loudly, your hand coming to grip her thigh as you move your hips in tow with hers.

"F-fuck, Ellie....you...that feels so good" you babble out, your other hand gripping the sheets beneath you as she fucks her pussy down onto yours.

Ellie smirks softly as she watches you, watches the way you fall apart beneath her.

"Thats my fuckin girl....you're the only fucking one I need...fuck...." She groans, turning her head a bit to kiss your calf again before her teeth sink into you, biting and sucking your skin, making you moan loudly.

You feel her speed up, hips growing desperate as she chases both hers and your orgasm, making your head spin as your nails dig into her thigh, sure to leave marks in the morning.

"Im....god...Im close Ellie.....fuuuckkkk....dont stop" you gasp out, low, lust filled eyes staring up at her as she continues bullying your pussy with hers, both of your arousal squelching together, making the most explicit noise you've ever fucking heard.

"Come on baby...want you to cum for me...can you do that? Fuck...I feel it too....that's it, pretty girl.." Ellie is babbling too, her lust clouded braun barely uttering words that are comprehensible.

You see her eyes squeeze shut, her moans getting louder and more high pithed, sounding so fucking pretty above you.

You feel like you'll explode, your back arching as the familiar feeling settles in your core, your pussy getting wetter and wetter as you feel your orgasm grow closer.

"A-ah! Ellie!" You scream out as you come undone beneath her.

And she isn't far behind, leaning down and crashing her lips against yours, forcing you to swallow her moans as she cums hard against your pussy, the both of you breathing hard as her hips sputter, pussy sliding around sloppily against yours as she becomes so fucked out, that she loses her rhythm completely.

And just like before, she lays there, on top of you, trying to catch her breath, face tucked against your neck, hands keeping you close, as if you'll disappear in thin air at any given moment.

There's so much going through your head, trying to figure out what it is that happens from here, where you and here go, what steps to take after, all of which come up with blank answers whenever you try to figure out what to do.

You assume she will fall asleep on you as she did before, knock out immediately and leave you to lay there with your plaguing thoughts.

She doesn't, though. You hear a soft hum from her lips, her hands squeeze your waist gently, before she speaks against your neck.

"I love you...so much.." she sighs out, her voice breaking a bit as if shed break down at any given moment.

You aren't sure what you'll do from this point on, but you do know one thing.

You won't run away from Ellie, ever again.

[cherryrikis]

OPERATION: LOCKDOWN - 005 ! miss dr jart ambassador

pairing -> gamer!riki x beauty influencer!fem reader

synopsis -> you hated gamers. riki hated ulzzang’s (except you). so after weeks of fighting to be the top streamer, (and riki’s poor attempts to charm you), he suggests to collaborate so you could both be number one. you tried to keep it professional. but the more time you spent producing content together, the more you realized just how much nishimura riki really meant to you.

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you had only been at the arcade for three hours, but your whole friend group probably had over 15,000 tickets each (thanks to wonbin and minjeong, for figuring out how to always hit the jackpot on the wheel of fortune).

“guys, i don’t feel like playing anymore. i’m just gonna go the front real quick, to use the ticket counter?” you informed.

“yeah, no worries. uh, do you need me to come with you?” seunghan asked, gently placing his soda down on the pac-man game (right as wonbin was about to beat his personal record).

“it’s alright. i’ll be quick.”

“come back in time for us to use the photo booth!” hyein called out.

you smiled at her, before turning around to head towards the front of the store.

it was supposed to be a quick stop, you were supposed to count your tickets.

and you were, until you saw his stupid face.

you didn’t even realize it was him, until he bumped into you.

riki was walking backwards for whatever reason, and you had your head buried in your phone, of course you were bound to collide. stupid situational awareness.

“sorry..” “oh! i’m so sorry, are you okay?” riki asked, immediately turning around to offer you a hand. you reached for his support, until you looked up and realized who it was.

“you’ve got to be kidding. for a moment i actually almost saw you as a decent human being. you know, when you’re not publicly berating girls.” you scoffed, pushing his hand away to get back up on your own.

you never noticed how tall riki was. he completely towered over you once you were on your feet again.

riki ignored your comment, and instead changed the subject.

"didn’t think this was your type of scenery, miss dr jart ambassador.”

"it’s not.. im here with friends." you sighed. “and don’t call me that. only the girls ever called me that.”

"are they as stereotypically loud and obnoxious as all gamers?" he teased, nudging your shoulder, only to quickly withdraw his arm as you glared at him.

"we're actually all models, but nice try."

soon after, one of riki's friends come up to you both, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "hey, you really put the beauty in beauty influencer. you're... yn, right? im jake." he says.

"this one might be an exception." you jokingly whispered to riki in a way you knew jake would hear, replying back to the previous comment from right before he came.

riki pushed jake’s face away from you. "not him though. he's too old for you."

"and you arent too young for me? what if i like older guys?" you tilted your head to the side, faking a clueless expression.

"well then i guarantee jake isn't the one. and arent you also born in 2005??"

"yeah, i am. but whatever. see you around i guess. dont approach me when i'm with my friends again, or i WILL make sure seunghan finds you." you scoff.

"but you were alone?" riki called out as he watched you walk away.

you carefully made your way back to your friend group, as they were waiting at the photo booth as planned.

“oh hey! you’re back. obviously we’re not all gonna fit, so we’ll take turns.” hanni waved, gesturing for you to come closer. “you and seunghan will go first.”

seunghan stepped forward, holding the curtain open for you to go in first before sitting down beside you.

“you were gone for like, 10 minutes. what’s up with that?” he whispered, knowing your group would be eavesdropping.

“you won’t believe this, seung. but i ran into riki.”

he slapped a hand over his mouth with a gasp. “you’re lying! i’ll literally find him when we’re done with this, and make sure he keeps your name out his mouth.”

3, 2, 1, pose! the speaker played out, as you and seunghan quickly got into a casual two-person-heart-formation.

“it’s okay. you don’t have to. he’s actually not that bad, just a little persistent.” you chuckle. but seunghan didn’t find it funny.

“y/n. are you forgetting all that he said about you? especially on live. your image was damaged.” he stared at you with a blank expression.

“it’s been over a month. it’s not as relevant to me anymore. besides, my reputation wasn’t impacted as much as his.” you furrowed your brows “why do you care so much?”

3, 2, 1, pose! the camera clicked once more while the two of you managed to find a last minute pose.

seunghan let out an exasperated sigh. “i just want what’s best for you, y/n. you know that. but, whatever. i’m sorry angel. if you’re over it, then good, good that you put it past you.”

“it’s okay. i get it.” you reassured.

3, 2, 1, pose! the white light flashed, indicating the last picture was taken. when you got your photo strip, the third and final picture revealed seunghan with his arm over your shoulder, as he stared at you while you smiled at the camera.

the more you looked at the picture, the more it clicked in your head. and you realized, why seunghan got so overprotective over you.

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