#i get that its a disgusting thing to do to someone and its Almost never justifiable

[luvsavos]

random vent(?) in the tags, feel free to ignore i just have a lot of pent up emotions to get out today apparently

[explicit-tae]

i seen you did a request so i as wondering can i request something? 🥹

jk x reader where the reader gets cheated on by her boyfriend and she gets her lick back 💜 love your stories!

I'm sure I can do something quick 💜

Lick Back

Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that he’s being nice to someone else.

Word Count:4.298

Warning: dry humping, kissing, neck kissing/sucking, dirty talking, nipple pinching, praising, affair/cheating, oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, slight voyeurism, teasing/taunting, squirting,

Your mother always told you that if your dog started barking at you that it only meant that someone else was feeding it. A dog would never bite the hand that feeds them.

Your mother wasn’t talking about an actual dog.

However, you had a dog - in a way - and recently, it began doing just that. It became annoyed with you for every little thing you’ve done. It’s tone changed completely when speaking with you; always rushed and not attentive. It started to be mean for no reason, nearly foaming at the mouth when you questioned their sudden change of actions - or questioned it at all. It wanted to be outside longer than usually and would be upset when called back home.

The dog being your boyfriend of nearly 5 years. You noticed the shift a year ago, but you ignored your gut feeling of something being terribly wrong - but now, you are numb and though it hurts in a way, you are also relieved. The love that was one there in your relationship appeared to expire without you realizing it - or maybe you had not wished to accept it.

And yet, here you are in a home the both of you share. He is out, not bothering to tell you just where he’s at - and you don’t ask. You stopped asking a year ago when you grew accustomed to sleeping alone.

But even if the love for your dog is no longer there - and if it was, it was slowly drifting away - that didn’t mean the anger wasn’t. The fact that you allowed the dog to stay with you because you loved him, fed said dog his favorite meals and showered him with love and affections. They were supposed to be loyal - but atlas, someone else had gained its love while you were left in the dark.

But there was someone else who liked what the dog had, you noticed. Someone who appreciated the meals you cooked and ate them with ease, who would come when you called them. They were loyal - even more than your own dog - and it just happened to be the dogs friend.

Jeon Jungkook is an attractive man and he knew it. It showed in the way he struts, shoulders lax and head held high. He almost wore a smirk, but never a cocky one. Jeon Jungkook could be an asshole - a complete fuckboy. He could turn his nose at anyone because he had it like that - but he didn’t.

Jeon Jungkook was a kind individual. He was caring - especially to the ones he was close with. You recall many times when you’d had to call him because your boyfriend had gotten so drunk that you’d need a man's help - and Jungkook was always that man.

 And even though Jungkook was a friend of your boyfriend, he was kind to you, as well. He changed your tires on numerous occasions, making sure to give you the speech that “You need to make sure you keep up with your car, Y/N.” or the “Your oil and tire lights are on, how do you even drive this still?” he had good intentions.

“This is so good!”  Jungkook says, mouth full of the pork belly. He licks his lips to savor the flavor. Jungkook always wore a disgusted face when something was amazing in taste and even now, his eyebrows are knit together in confusion and he appears utterly disgusted - that was a good sign.

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” you smile at him, washing the dishes you’ve made when cooking. 

“I told you I don’t mind washing the dishes, Y/N.” Jungkook says, glancing upwards at you. “It’s the least I can do since you cooked.”

You sigh, smile never ceasing. “It’s alright. You’re a guest after all.”

Your dog wasn’t home and you don’t know when he will be - nor  did you truly care. His friend was nicer, more entertaining, as well. He ate your cooking as if it was fine dining, and appreciated it, too. He was kind and good at conversation - he was caring, far more than your dog. 

“I enjoy cooking for you, Jungkook. You deserve it the most.” you turn off the water and begin to dry your hands. Your eyes meet his and for a moment, you’re pondering if he’s thinking about your words the way you intend him to. 

“Thank you.” Jungkook grins, tiny dimples at the side of his cheek forming. 

You lean against the island that he sits at, quiet and content that he’s eating the food you’ve made for him. It wouldn’t be the first time you cooked for Jungkook - you recall the first time without your dog being present was a year prior. You had cooked and waited for his return and was left with nothing. It was hours after when you heard him return - this time not alone or coherent. Jungkook had slung the man onto the couch annoyed with just how drunk he had become and when you emerged - in nothing but a nightgown - he had apologized profusely. 

“I cooked.” you had sighed, disappointed but not the least bit surprised by the actions of your dog. “Do you want a plate?”

It has become a tradition now. You’d cook for Jungkook often and each time, he'd come and enjoy what you’ve made him - whatever you made him. 

Jungkook was no fool, as well. He knows just how independent you’ve become, especially within the last year. He knows that you know that he knows of your boyfriend's loyalty - or lack of - but you never question him about it, even when he prepares himself to tell you the truth if you had. 

Over time, Jungkook noticed that you don’t seem to care about your boyfriend's whereabouts - and around that time, he picks up on just how you begin to dress when around him. It was subtle at first, sure. You showed more skin - more legs with your shorts, more shoulders. He notes that the clothes you wore were tighter but relaxed seeing as you were in the comfort of your own home. You’d wear tanktops that showed your breast with shorts that made your thighs highly appealing for his eyes. Overtime, you ditched the bra and it became harder for him to not gawk at the way your breast looked in them.

Jungkook doesn’t want to assume anything - you were so far removed from your boyfriend that you didn’t care anymore. One drunken wine night when the man was away on a “business trip”, you had told Jungkook that you hadn’t had sex with him in close to a year now - his own drunken response was that if he was your boyfriend, he would fuck you any chance he’d get.

Jungkook isn’t sure if you remember that night and neither of you brought it up after.

“You seem tense.” Jungkook is behind you now - when he has gotten up from his seat, you are unaware, consumed by your own thoughts. “Is everything alright?”

You slowly nod your head, turning it slightly to get a glimpse of him. 

Jungkook snorts. “Your shoulders are tense.” he says, gentle hands placing themselves on your shoulders. “Is everything alright with work? The car?”

“Yes, Jungkook. I’m fine.” you giggled. “You worry too much.”

Jungkook’s fingers begin to rub at your shoulders, applying pressure to them. You swallow, your hands gripping the edge of the sink.

“You should relax, Y/N. You’re always doing something and never truly giving yourself a break.”

Jungkook’s hand reaches your neck. They run up slowly, goosebumps left behind in its trail. Your eyes flutter close at how good it felt to be massaged.

“Does it feel good?”

There’s a drop in Jungkook’s voice - it’s deeper. He whispers it, as if only speaking directly to you, even if you and he are already alone in the home.

“Yes.” you murmur back, head falling back against his chest just as he reaches the front of your neck. A tattooed hand wraps around it, thumb caressing your skin in circular motions. 

“I’m glad.” Jungkook is subtle when he presses himself against you - so gentle that you don’t notice it at first. You're completely against his body, in blissful relaxation. “You deserve to be taken care of, too.”

Even now, you dressed so comfortably - shorts stopping high above your thighs and a shirt that sculptures your breast so lovingly that he had a difficult time not watching the way they bounced as you walked around the kitchen preparing him the meal.

“I don’t really have anyone to do that.” you whisper back, a slight moan creeping past your parted lips.

“I can take care of you…unless you object.”

You nod your head and instantly, his free hand roams down to grip your clothed breast. He can feel just how hard your nipple was.

You hiss, back slightly arching.

Jungkook engulfs both breasts in the palm of his hands and begins to rub, your light moans enticing him to continue. He can feel your nipples harden in his grasp and he himself begins to hiss lowly to himself on how heavenly they felt in his hands. 

There’s no doubt that the two of you wanted this for far too long by the way you completely allow him to touch you without any resistance. He presses himself against you needily, face in your neck as his hands continue to grip and pull at your breast.

“You smell nice.” Jungkook grumbles in your neck, nose inhaling your sweet scent; he’s sure he sounds like a creep, but he wasn’t going to hold himself back . Not now he’s certain you want him just as much as he does you. “I like this scent on you the most. This and the jasmine one.”

You swallow, heat rushing through your body at his words. Jungkook had memorized the perfume’s you’d wear due to the countless times he’d be around you. He recalls the time he even had to help his friend pick out a gift for you on an anniversary and how upset he had been when he chose the cheapest scent he could find - and one you’d never wear. Jungkook had swamped them out and chose the very scent you wore now and you’re none the wiser.

Your arms reach behind you to cup Jungkook’s head just as you feel his teeth sink into the nape of your neck. He’s being more rough; dominant. You don’t remember when the last time a man has touched you with such possessiveness - a sex-toy could only do so much.

“Such pretty skin,” Jungkook’s tongue pokes out of his mouth to lick onto your neck. “just want to mark it all up.”

“Then do it.” you respond. If you and him were going to do this, mind as well go all out. Your dog often comes home smelling like sickly sweet fruit perfume and cigarettes at times - you wanted Jungkook’s scent all over you. 

Jungkook does, biting your skin harshly and then suckling on it until your neck is perfectly marked up. He’s then quick to turn you around to finally face him, the both of you now locking eyes. 

“Are you upset?” Jungkook questions, eyes dark with lust but a bit concerned.

“With you?” you ask, raising a brow. “Never.” 

“Not with me. In general.” Jungkook murmurs, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His thumb gently traces your lips. “I’m sure you know…what he does.”

You nod your head, leaning into Jungkook’s touch. 

“Don’t want you to regret or feel bad afterwards.”

“Are you?” you ponder aloud.

 You were so far removed from your boyfriend that you could care less about what he thought. In your mind, he was nothing but a roommate now; the two of you not even sharing a bed. 

Jungkook, however, was your boyfriend's friend and maybe he would feel remorseful.

“I told you that I’d never stop fucking you if given the chance.” Jungkook snorts, thumb tapping your lip. 

“Then don’t stop.” you murmur, tongue poking out to wrap poke his tongue. “I haven’t been fucked good in so long.”

Jungkook hisses, his hand now gripping your cheek. He shakes his head. “He told me what you like.” he confesses, unsure if you were willing to go down that route with him. 

“He was never really into anything.” you shrug your shoulders - this is why you ended up with a vibrator and a dildo; and you were currently looking into a vibrating dildo, how sad your life has become. 

Jungkook is aware of his friend's lack of foreplay - he was only ever interested in his own pleasure. Jungkook, however, didn’t mind pleasuring you until you were begging him to stop - but maybe he was just a bad person to think about his friend's girlfriend riding his face until she came.

Then again, you were being cheated on by said friend so maybe this was just his karma; it wasn’t like you were a bad person and deserve such treatment.

“I want to eat you out.” Jungkook declares suddenly that it catches you off guard completely. “Why do you look scared?”

“Just shocked.” you say, body growing even hotter. “Wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“‘I want you to ride my tongue until you’re squirting all over me’ is what I truly wanted to say.” Jungkook deadpans and blinks. “But I didn’t want to scare you away.”

You gulp, eyes widening and thighs clenching. 

“And by the way you’re rubbing your thighs together, it didn’t scare you.” Jungkook smirks and instantly, he presses his lips against you. It’s a deep kiss that catches you by surprise, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave more. 

“I can kiss you, right?” Jungkook says against your lips - maybe he should’ve asked first. “I know kissing is more intimate-”

You shut him up by kissing him, arms wrapping around his neck to assure that he doesn’t get too far away from you. 

Kissing Jungkook came naturally - as if the two of you had done it before. He pries your mouth open and allows his tongue to dance around yours, all the way he holds onto your hips. 

“Bed,” you kiss his lips again. “room.”

Jungkook follows behind you, unable to keep his hands off of your body as you lead him to your bedroom. He doesn’t even bother to close the door before he’s already tugging at your clothes.

Your shirt is the first to go, breast pooling out that Jungkook cannot focus on anything else but them. He dives into them, your back hitting your mattress just as he begins to suckle on your left nipple, his thumb and index finger pinching the right.

The noises Jungkook made were just as filthy, wet sucking and groans echoing off of your walls. How  long he had craved to see your bare breast - they were always teasing him when he was around. Bouncing whenever you move, nipples always erect for his view.

“So pretty.” Jungkook brings the right nipple into his mouth, showing the same amount of needy lust and love to it as the left. His hand squeezes your left breast in the palm of his hand, the pain shooting pleasure right to your core. “I can suck on them all night. I don’t know why he doesn’t.”

Now, Jungkook brings both nipples into his mouth, needily needing to taste you. He has a crazed look in his eyes that only causes you to squirm beneath him, legs wrapping around his waist to feel him.

“You can suck on them whenever you want.”

Jungkook grunts, teeth grazing against your nipples as they pop from his wet mouth. “Don’t tempt me, Y/N. You’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

You were positive you didn’t want Jungkook to leave. 

“I want you naked right now. I wanna see just what that idiot has for me right now.”

There wasn’t much Jungkook had to do to get you naked - in seconds, he had helped you kick off your shorts along with your panties, needy pussy on display for him.

“Need you on my tongue now.” Jungkook hisses, flipping you and him so he is beneath you now. Your pussy is so close to his face that it causes you to yelp in slight humiliation.

“I-I wasn’t really prepared to do this, i-I-”

“Y/N,” Jungkook calls, tone dismissive. “I’m a man. Just fuck yourself against my tongue.”

So you do - and Jungkook’s hands only make you do more. His hands slap your thigh to kick up the pace, his eyes boring into your face as it contorts with pleasure. Your hips just as you grind against his tongue, hands gripping your breast.

Jungkook’s eyes never leave your face. He enjoys watching the stress leave your body as you pleasure yourself, it tells him that this is something you truly needed. His hands begin to rub along your hips, encouraging you to continue until they slide down to your ass. He cups them, his own head swaying side to side to further stimulate your needy clit.

“S-S-Shit!” your body leans back, hands planting against his thighs as he devours your cunt as if it was his last meal. “I-I’m gonna cum…you gotta move.”

That was the last thing Jungkook was going to do - not even as your hands try to pry him away from your pussy, he doesn’t. He continues to suckle onto your clit until you’re visibly shaking above him, but even then he was determined; fully committed to having you cum hard on his tongue. 

Your legs begin to quiver and Jungkook soon was going to get what he was looking for - you cum. He licks the arousal up, slurping and suckling loudly as your moans mewl out of your mouth.

“I could eat you all day.” Jungkook speaks beneath you - and you knew he was serious. 

You did the wrong thing by looking at him. His mouth and chin was fully coated in you and just the sight causes you to cum even harder - the hardest you have ever had in your life; right onto his tongue like he wanted. 

You fall back against the bed with a tired sigh, breathing hitching. 

Jeon Jungkook was a dangerous man. No wonder the universe gave you your dog - you couldn’t handle a real man such as Jungkook, surely. 

“Can I fuck you?” Jungkook asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Unless you’re tired then-”

“I want you to cum in me.”

Jungkook coughs, his cock jumping in his pants. “I-I…really?”

“If you’re going to fuck me, you mind as well go all out.” you pant, widening your legs. “I don’t want you to hold back, either.”

You were going to be the death of him - but if this was what is going to kill him, then he’ll be content. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook is in a hurry to remove his clothing, scattering it all around the room without a care. “Fuck you’re so perfect. I would treat you so well, Y/N. Fuck I hate him.”

Jungkook’s words causes you to giggle at the circumstances. He hated your boyfriend - his friend - for allowing you to fall into the arms of another man - him. It’s all comical, truly. 

“I would fuck you all day if you’d let me. Come home every night and fill you with my cum. How are you not pregnant yet?”

Jungkook’s babbling to himself, even if you could hear it. It’s questions he has asked himself time and time again - wondering why his friend would rather sleep with other girls when he had someone like you at home. You cooked every day and assured the home stayed just right. He would have put a baby in you - and of course married you; but this wasn’t about him now, was it?

Jungkook positions himself at your center and swallows. You’re clenching, ready to be stuffed. 

“I bet you’d like to put a baby in me.” you tease, hips slightly wiggling for him to enter you. “Why don’t you?”

Jungkook growls. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, Y/N. You don’t know how many times I imagined you in my home.”

Maybe Jeon Jungkook was a bad friend for imagining said friend's girlfriend in his home cooking for him - or in his bed breeding her. BUT he had since stepped out on the relationship so karma would have to skip him, right? If anything, you being with him would be doing both of you a favor - you wouldn’t be cheated on and he would dote on you every chance he had.

Jungkook begins to enter you, shuddering at the tightness of your pussy. It engulfs him completely, as if shoving him in with whatever powers it held. 

Shit.

Instantly, Jungkook begins to pound into you - you casted a spell, surely. Whatever you put in the food had caused him to be highly consumed by you entirely. Maybe a baby would be nice, right?

You weren’t expecting Jungkook to get right into it - neither were you against it. He holds your legs apart in a tight hold, cock pounding into you so heavenly that even you thought about giving the man what he has been imagining.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses when his eyes catch the white, creamy ring around his cock. “you haven’t been fucked good in so long. You’re milking my cock already.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a pussy before you could’ve been fucking me.” you needed Jungkook to fuck you harder if possible. Making him mad and taunting him was an amazing way to start. 

Jungkook’s eyes are furious, lust and anger swirling in them. “Maybe if you would’ve  asked me to fuck you I would have.” he spits back, his thrust quickening. “You always looked so desperate, too.”

“I was.” your hand slap against his bare chest, but it doesn’t cause him to stop - no, if anything it makes him fuck into you even deeper at your retaliation. “You were desperate to fuck me, too.” you moaned when he hit that sweet spot that has never been touched before. “Like a little teenage boy.”

Neither of you notice the footsteps coming closer to the bedroom, far too entangled with one another's pleasure. 

“I know when a bitch needs to be stuffed. Should’ve filled you with my cum years ago.” Jungkook flips you onto your stomach. He yanks your hair back so your back is perfectly arched - and then he takes you just as hard as before. “But tonight will be the night that I do what we both want, huh?”

“Fuck, you’re so deep.” your eyes snap shut, stomach forming knots. Your breast bounces in the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.

One hand in your hair while the other begins to play with your wet clit. Jungkook buries his head at the side of your neck, lips against your ear.

“You’re coming home with me tonight, Y/N. I’m going to breed you here, then you’re leaving with me.” It’s the sex and lust talking that's causing him to be so demanding and possessive, but you and him both go along with it. When the high was down, then maybe the two of you could talk with sense.

But as of right now - he was determined to put a baby in you without thinking of any consequences and stupidly, so were you.

“You’re gonna leave him right?” Jungkook asks, yanking your hair harder as his hips jut into you. “You’re gonna give me that baby you want me to put in you so bad and you’re gonna leave that sad excuse of a man.”

Your pussy clenches around him and your eyes manage to open. You’re shocked to see him at the door, eyes wide and watching his friend fuck you into oblivion all the while bad mouthing him.

“Y-Yes!” your juices leak down your thigh, overstimulated due to Jungkook’s fucking and aggressive rubbing along to your swollen clit. “Want your baby.”

You don’t break eye contact with the man - it’s evident that he’s shocked, but he cannot be angered. Not with you, at least, maybe with his friend. 

“He could never fuck me like you. Never give me a baby.”

Now you were purposely taunting him, upset that this is when he decides to come home - but a bit glad that he gets to witness the end of an already crumbled relationship. You wonder how he feels witnessing his friend fuck you better than he ever could; with more passion.

You cum around Jungkook’s cock, juices leaking out of you and onto your bed and Jungkook isn’t far behind you. His thrust began to grow sloppy. He leans away from your neck, eyes glancing up at the figure watching them - the same figure of his former friend; one who had not spoken to him in months unbeknownst to you. 

The friendship had ended months prior when Jungkook had suggested that he treat you better, in which he responded angrily that if he wanted you to be treated good so bad that he should have you, declaring that he would have nothing but his sloppy seconds. Never truly imagining that he would witness it happen before his eyes - he was just angry and drunk at the time when he spoke so harshly of you.

Jungkook cums inside of you, so deep and so much. His eyes never leave the shocked ones of his former friend at the door as the both of you allow the high to die down. “You’re coming home with me tonight.” he says, not asking but demanding.

You nod your head, eyes leaving that of your former boyfriend and they close as his (former) friend gently lays you down onto your bed.

[all-with-angel]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Give your heart a break

...by Demi Lovato

❥ Satoru Gojo x Reader

Or how Gojo Satoru had tried to stop himself from loving you. (And how he failed miserably)

Made for Angels Birthday Event!

“Love? Bleuuuugh,” Satoru gagged, over emphasizing his disgust at the thought. “That thing is stupid. I’m never falling in love! Forget even marrying!” He’d exclaimed, puffing his chest and sneering at what you thought was hate for the emotion.

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest, a feeling you had learned to manage, to hide within the confines of your ribcage. You kept quiet, kept smiling. You believed Satoru Gojo when he said he had not time for romance.

Until you noticed the cracks.

You didn’t even want to see them, you kept looking away, caught up in the lie and in the absolute belief that Gojo Satoru could not fall in love with you. But it was hard to pretend that he wasn’t. Not when it was this obvious.

Still, you turned a blind eye. Maybe Satoru appreciated that. The fact that you pretended that everything that the two of you were wasn’t special. Through high school and his teaching career, his role as the strongest and his clan pestering him ever so often about marriage to produce an heir— You stood beside him.

He was touchy— Always has been. But with you? He’d be attached 24/7. Some nights he’d crash on your bed instead of his, tangled in your sheets beside you, his cologne on your clothes. He’d take you shopping, take you to try sweets and call it a ‘date’. In a platonic way, of course.

The lie lasted very, very long basically. 

But as it did prolong, you grew more and more sure about the fact that Gojo Satoru was not incapable of romance, it's just that he fears it. He fears love and all that it could do to him. Fears what your love would do to him.

The tension between the two of you, the charged energy in the air whenever you two had ‘jokingly’ flirted with each other. It was getting all too obvious. Shoko would roll her eyes, yaga would scoff and sigh, muttering something about stupid young love.

And it was true, it was stupid. It was young. It was love. 

And it was undeniable as it was unavoidable.

You gained the courage to say it, braver than Satoru had ever been when you had called out to him before he ran off to another one of his week-long missions.

“Hmm? Whats up sweets? Miss me already?” He teased, a smirk on his pretty lips. Satoru looked relaxed, even as he held himself back from leaning into you and your scent.

“You know I love you, right?”

Satoru paused, smirk wiped from his face as he’s hit with the truth he’d been running from for years now. The curse he could never defeat. Love.

“Well yeah, doesn’t everyone?” He laughed awkwardly, desperate to repair the break in the lie. Still, much to his heart's dismay, you didn’t let up. Didn’t stop pushing.

“No, Satoru–” You paused, the lump in your throat screaming at you to just drop it. Forget about it. Don’t get hurt. Loving Gojo satoru will only ever end in tragedy.

So what? You thought. Satoru— your Satoru deserved to love. He deserved to be loved, to be held and to let his guard down. To relax as someone who isn’t who isn’t the strongest, but just as himself.

“I love you.” 

The silence was deafening, an arrow shot in the dark that undoubtedly reached its mark. It felt like forever with the two of you standing there, relishing in the truth being laid out right in front of your eyes. Satoru Gojo stood like an idiot, lips sealing into a thin line, eyes covered with the blindfold that obscured your view of his beautiful, bright blue eyes.

You could hear every creak in the floor, every breath taken, every beat of your heart. 

Satoru took a breath and called out your name, quiet and almost mournful, as if he had already accepted the bittersweet of the tragedy that the two of you would be. “I can’t–”

“Can’t what? Don’t act stupid now Satoru,” Your fear had washed away into something else, burning anger for all the years wasted on lingering touches and yearning stares. “I know you love me, and I know for a fact you’ve been loving me all this time,” That sounded egoistic, sure, but you knew you weren’t wrong. 

Gojo Satoru loves you. More than anything in the world. Thats why he stays quiet, because he has no power to lie and tell you that he doesn’t.

“And I’m sick and tired of pretending you don’t.” You snap, clenching your teeth as you fail to hold back the tears on your lashes. “Sick and tired of pretending that we aren't allowed to love.”

“We aren’t.” 

You feel your heart crack. Another break in the valley of what used to be a full heart. Another part of you that Satoru just couldn’t stop hurting despite doing what he thinks would save both you and him. “Why?” You ask. Voice a whisper, a question more to the world than Satoru.

Not like he could answer, standing so still compared to his usual twitchy and uncontrollable self. He knew why. But he was too much of a coward to say anything.

You take a breath, deep and burning into your lungs. You close your eyes, when you open them, you're met with the same sight that your heart never stopped beating for, and you're reminded that if you didn’t fight for this, no one else would.

Satoru hoped that you would fight. A small part of him did. The part of him that he had so carefully hid because he knew that if you made a move, told him you loved him, that he wouldn’t be able to hold back from loving you.

“Let me love you,” You start, tone low and careful as if you could scare him away at any moment. “Even if you’re scared. Let yourself love. Please.”

You couldn’t say anything else. Rational words and calculated thoughts thrown right out the window. So you reach out again, and Satoru flinches when your hand finds his. He didn’t realize he had let infinity down for you.

You trace your thumb on the back of his hand before squeezing and looking up, waiting for the answer that could make or break you.

“...Okay.”

A.N. This ended up longer than intended but its okay! I hope i did him justice <33

[sugarandspicewriting]

Jealousy, Jealousy!

Summary: You're approached by someone at the bar. How do they react?

Warnings: 800 words. Mentions of insecurities on Marcille's part.

A/N: These were starting to rot in my google docs so enjoy!

Laios

girl

Congratulations on getting this man to understand that you are interested in a monogamous romantic relationship with him and got him to agree. The hardest part is over.

If he sees you having a conversation with someone it’s unlikely he’ll care. Unless they’re beastkin or some type of monster hybrid then he’ll care.

Even if he’s standing there with you and blatantly hitting on you he’ll probably say something like “yeah aren’t they so cool :) “

Sighs

It’s far more likely that you’ll be the one experiencing jealousy in the relationship since he's just as oblivious about people flirting with him than he is people flirting with you.

Marcille

She is the one who gets jealous in a very obvious way but at the same time is the one who will most vehemently deny it. 

You're having a polite conversation with an adventurer about your respective experiences in dungeons and you can almost feel her pouting at you.

When you turn to look at she has the same face she makes when Laios has a meal recommendation.

Disgust and general upsetness.

Marcille hates that she feels this way, but her insecurities always get the better of her, especially if you're a short lived race.

She already has so little time with you in this world, and she's loath to share it.

As much as she wants to, it’s unlikely that she’ll interrupt the conversation. If she sees that whoever you’re speaking to is making you uncomfortable she’ll step in but she’ll most likely just sit and pout into her food.

When you go home, she’s unusually quiet.

Unless you’re the kind of person that’s completely oblivious to other people's feelings, you’ll understand what’s going on.

The best course of action is to gently remind her that you love her and that you want to spend your life by her side, no matter how long it is.

Kabru

Somehow turns it into an opportunity to gain information

You’re chatting away and all of a sudden he’s sliding next to you and putting his hand on you somewhere and he’s doing that smile he does at the other person that tells you that he’s about to get this person's life story

If you’re introverted this could be a blessing, because he can honestly just take over the conversation from there. Kabru will buy you a drink for your troubles and you can sit there and sip while they yap.

If the person is actually interested in you the interaction will become hostile but only in its undertones.

Kabru has invested too much time and energy into being seen as kind and charming and he doesn’t want to wreck it.

He’ll start saying things like ““It’s very crowded here. Do you think anyone would notice if someone disappeared?”

“I think red is your color. Would you want to wear some soon?” 

Okay weirdo (affectionately) 

Hopefully the person he’s talking to gets the hint. If they don’t he’ll make up some excuse to remove both of you from the situation. 

Mithrun

He leans more towards possessiveness rather than jealousy.

If someone is talking to you and he doesn’t like it he will simply grab you or the offender and teleport away.

Which one he grabs depends on how aggressive he deemed them to be

If it's just a normal conversation he’ll teleport you away outside the bar. It’s pretty irritating especially if you were enjoying yourself or you were getting good information. Threaten to make him sleep on the couch. He’ll say he’s sorry but he will absolutely do it again. 

If he decides your conversation partner is being flirty with you, you’ll sense his anger without even seeing him  just before he disappears with them.

When he makes his way back you angrily ask what he’s done. He tells you he just gave them a stern talking to. Yeah sure. That person is never seen again and he receives a strongly worded message from Pattadol everytime it happens.

You should probably actually make him sleep on the couch.

Thistle

Thistle does not get jealous because he has no reason to.

No one in the Golden Kingdom is dumb enough to try and invoke his wrath especially when it comes to you.

You’re all he has left after Delgal disappeared.

Similar to Mithrun, he’s more possessive than jealous.

If he is spending time with you, he expects to have 100% of your attention.

He took a break on searching for Delgal to come and see you because he loves (is dangerously obsessed) with you! Don’t you appreciate it! Love him!

Even before the mess with Delgal when he was still a jester, I can’t imagine him being jealous.

He’s got such a one track mind, focusing on your happiness and Delgal’s, he wouldn’t really notice anyone else.

[misctf]

A Surprise Gift

“Are you fucking for real dude?” Jim slammed the door to their apartment and stumbled toward the couch, “I was this close.” He sat down and stared daggers at his roommate.

“She wasn’t interested bro.” Eric replied, “You were acting like a fucking creep.” Jim muttered a few curse words under his breath, “Sober up.” He tossed him a water bottle.

“Fucking cock blocker.” Jim whined before chugging the water, “She would’ve been lucky to...”

“You say that about everyone. Its gross man.” Eric sighed, “Look, I’m going to bed. You should too. And clean up the kitchen tomorrow. I’m tired of all the dishes in the sink.” Jim shot him another dirty look and stumbled to his bed.

“Fucking asshole.” Eric mumbled, hoping to forget this stupid night out. 

_______

The next morning, Eric stumbled out of his room in just a pair of gray boxers. It was Sunday and he had a few things he needed to get done- mainly study for an upcoming exam and exercise. And of course, Jim was up playing videogames.

“Did you start on the dishes?” Jim glared at Eric, and before they could continue bickering, someone knocked on their door.

Jim mumbled something about it being too early, as Eric walked over and opened the door. Sitting in front of the door was a white box, addressed to Jim.

“Hey Jim, you got something.” Eric said, placing the box on the counter, “Any idea what it might be?”

Jim smirked, “Probably from one of my admirers.” He chucked, walking over and tearing open the box, “See dude, this is what happens when you... what the fuck?”

Eric couldn’t help but laugh at the contents of the box. Whoever left it had a sense of humor. There were several dick shaped lollipops, all of various sizes and colors. Jim looked mortified as he inspected them.

“Was this you dude?”

“Wasn’t me.” Eric replied, walking over and inspecting the contents, “Maybe someone’s trying to tell you something. You gonna try one?”

“No fucking way man.” Jim grimaced in disgust, “This mouth doesn’t suck dick. I’m throwing this shit out.”

Eric chuckled, “I’m not that insecure about my sexuality.” He said with a grin, plopping one of the lollipops in his mouth, “Besides, don’t you like doing it with guys too?”

Jim smirked, “I get sucked or I fuck. Not the other way around. I’m not some hole.”

Eric wanted to call Jim an asshole, but was at a loss for words. The flavor of the lollipop was intense, coating his mouth with an intoxicating sweetness. He began sucking vigorously on the lollipop, earning him a look from Jim.

“Yo dude, you enjoying that?” Jim chuckled.

Eric’s eyes widened, “Damn,” He chucked in embarrassment, “It’s pretty good.” He looked at the time though and sighed, “Shit I need to get ready. Finish those dishes, okay?”

But the rest of the day just didn’t feel right to Eric. Likely from the booze he told himself. His workout was shitty and even studying felt useless. Material he mastered was almost as confusing as when he first started. Feeling defeated, he headed back to his apartment.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Jim asked, his eyes never leaving the TV.

“Not much, just feeling off.” Eric replied, absent mindedly grabbing another lollipop and sucking on it, “Just gonna get ready for bed and start fresh tomorrow.” He stumbled to his room, collapsing onto his bed and drifting to sleep.

_______

The next morning brought no relief. In fact, Eric felt worse. As he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, he noticed things were off. Maybe it was the lighter color of his hair, or the fact that his triceps and biceps looked less swole. Same with his pecs and legs for that matter. He poked at his pec and grimaced. It felt less firm, almost as if the muscle behind them was breaking down.

“I just need to work out.” He mumbled.

He threw on a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, noticing that they seemed baggy on him compared to their usual tight fit. He probably fucked them up in the laundry. But he was running late- he didn’t have time to worry.

“See yA lAter!” He called out to Jim- his voice cracking, which caused him to turn red with embarrassment.

Jim raised an eyebrow and watched as Eric grabbed another lollipop, “Hey dude, maybe...” But before he could say anything, Eric was gone.

_______

Eric sighed as he returned to the apartment later that day, feeling defeated. He couldn’t focus on the review session his professor was leading. Every time he looked up, he couldn’t help but stare at some of the men in his class. More specifically their muscular arms, sexy smiles, and facial hair. While Eric never seemed to notice those things before, it was all he could focus on during class.

“Hey mAn.” Why the fuck did his voice keep cracking?

Jim looked over at Eric, “Woah dude, you don’t look so good.” He walked over to his roommate. Eric blushed when he noticed Jim wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

He must’ve just worked out. Eric could smell his musk and couldn’t help but notice how big his arms appeared. The heat from his body was radiating, and without thinking, Eric placed a hand on his roommate’s large pec. It felt so good- so firm in his grasp.

“Woah dude, what the fuck?” Eric’s hand shot to his side. He looked down, deep in thought and trying to make sense of his actions.

Before Jim could speak again, Eric grabbed another lollipop and fled to his room, slamming the door and collapsing onto bed, tears stinging at his eyes.

_______

The following morning, Eric awoke and daintily hopped out of bed and sauntered to the bathroom. He found himself needing to pull up his boxers to prevent them from sliding off his skinny waste. When Eric rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared in the mirror, he jumped.

“Wh-what the fuck?” He whispered, his voice more high pitched and feminine, “Where’d my pit hair go?” He mumbled raising an arm above his head, “Fuck what happened to my muscles?” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. 

His hard earned muscles- tokens of his masculinity- all seemed to have shrunk down to nothing. His abs that he worked so hard on were gone, replaced by a thin layer of fat. He spent years working to get his body to peak athletic performance. Even a few days of underperformance at the gym shouldn’t have reversed his hard earned gains. He needed to get help... Jim could help him, right? Jim always looked good. So muscular and manly. Eric shook his head and took a few deep breaths.

“I kinda look like the guys Jim brings home” He whispered, a strange pride rising from within him, “I-I need to talk to Jim”, He left to find Jim. But as he did, he noticed the dishes still piled in the sink, “Hmm I should take care of those for Jim. He works so hard.” He thought, deviating from his path and grabbing another lollipop. If he was going to do the dishes, he might as well treat himself.

And when he finally finished, he treated himself to another lollipop. Barely remembering why he wanted to talk, he went to knock on Jim’s door. But the sound coming from the other side stopped him- the unmistakable sound of some porn video. And he could hear his roommate moaning.

With each masculine moan, Eric’s mind was melting. Why was some porno making Jim moan like that? Especially when he could make Jim moan like that? The thought of pleasing Jim... it was intoxicating. And as these thoughts violated his mind, he reached down and massaged his ass. He imagined Jim- his sweaty body, his big muscles, his huge dick- grabbing and slapping his ass And as he teased his asshole, Eric’s eyes began to widen- what the fuck was he thinking?  

He scurried back to his room, forgetting that he had an exam today. Instead, he sat there, sucking on another lollipop, and trying to make sense of what was happening to him. All the while, unaware that his ass was starting to fatten up as his dick shrank.  

_______

Eric stumbled out of his room a few hours later, hungering for another lollipop. His ass was massive now- nearly spilling out of his tight boxers. At least they weren’t loose anymore. But his gait had shifted too. He would never be able to walk again without showing off his ass with his sexy saunter. No one would ignore it- especially not Jim.

“Dude...” Jim said, looking up from his videogame, “Fuck...”

Eric’s face turned red, “Dude, I don’t...” He tried to find another lollipop but they were gone, “Bro! What happened to all the...?”

“You ate them all.” Jim said, walking over to Eric, “Shit, what happened to you dude?”

But Eric was near tears, “I need those lollipops, please.” He whined, “They’re so good.” And without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around Jim’s muscular torso and sobbed into his pecs.

Jim smirked. Since when was Eric so short? And damn, when did his ass get so fuckable? The jock cupped Eric’s chin and stared deeply into his eyes.

“Eric, I don’t know what happened to you.” He said with a grin, “But if you wanna suck cock so bad, why settle for those stupid lollipops?”

Eric looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to reply. Jim slowly pushed Eric to his knees, never breaking eye contact. And Eric, despite the voice in the back of his head screaming for him to stop, pulled down Jim’s shorts. His roommate’s monster of a cock slapped him in the face.

“Go on.” Jim encouraged, “I think you owe me for all the times you cock blocked me. Right roomie?”  

And with that, Eric wrapped his lips around Jim’s thick cock. The sensation was even more intoxicating than the lollipops. It filled his mouth- the saltiness dancing across his taste buds, while the smell of Jim’s manly musk invaded his nostrils. Eric’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jim thrust his cock deeper and deeper into his formerly straight roommate’s throat. And with each thrust, Eric’s hair became lighter and lighter- until settling on platinum blond. At the same time, Eric’s mind was breaking down. His interest in sports disintegrated- he would email his coaches that he was quitting the team. His desire to succeed in school was replaced by a need to suck and get fucked- he would drop out of school tomorrow. Any decency or respect he commanded was drowned in a sea of lust- a need for cock. Any cock, anywhere. Eric’s eyes became vacant and glazed over as the remainder of his intelligence, kindness, and ambition disappeared into the void. And when Jim caught the dull, submissive, slutty look in his roommate’s eyes, he came.

_______

It had been a few weeks since then and Eric continued to serve his sexy roommate. Jim would go to practice and classes, while Eric would take care of things around the apartment. And when Jim would return, Eric was happy to provide him with either his mouth or ass. Sure, it was a surprise to when he came out as gay. And an even bigger surprise when he dropped out of college. But Eric hadn’t a care in the world. Just a hole- as Jim called him.

As he spent another day cleaning up after Jim, he heard a knock at the door.

“OMG is Scott here already?” Eric sang. Jim was nice enough to let the other members of the team use Eric when they needed. But Eric was disappointed to find just a letter addressed to him, “Hmm okay then.” He whined, opening it.

His vacant eyes read through the letter. Something about an apology. That those lollipops were meant to teach Jim a lesson for using others as nothing more than holes. That this wasn’t what they wanted. That there could be a way to reverse this. Eric giggled- a voice screaming from within his mind to reverse it. To call the number left on the letter and return him to his prior self. But Eric shrugged and tore the letter- the voice in the back of his head now sobbing.

“Reverse this?” He giggled, “Not a chance.”

[ponderingmoonlight]

(y/n) gifting Geto sweets against the bad taste of curses

Pairing: Geto x reader

Word Count: 1,1k

Synopsis: Being used to the fact that nobody seems to care about how awful curses taste, Suguru Geto is absolutely blown away when you start noticing and bringing him candy after each and every mission.

Warnings: (y/n) has a really bubbly personality in this, pure fluff and no Geto going berserk

Thank you anon for your cute request 🤍

„Oh, there you are! I searched everywhere for you!”, you shout cheerfully, your steps hollering down the dark alley.

Suguru would recognize that oh so sweet voice out of a million, his heartbeat picking up in an instant. It’s you. You’re really here.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)?”, he questions softly.

“Well, I don’t know. I had to steal myself away since Yaga-sensei strictly forbid me to run after you again while you’re on a mission. He said something about getting hurt or killed…But that doesn’t stop me! I brought you something salty to eat!”, you announce proudly, stretching out your hand with a little package inside it.

“Did you really come all the way here just to give me that? You don’t have to gift me something to eat. And on top, you don’t need to get yourself in danger for something unimportant like that.”

“Oh, but it’s not unimportant! After all, swallowing those curses doesn’t taste good, right?”

His gaze meets yours. Suguru never talked with anyone about the breath-taking disgusting taste these things left in his mouth for hours, how it takes all his strength to not throw them back up in an instant. After all, no one ever asked him about this. It seems like it has always been enough that he was able to absorb them for everyone else.

“Why would you think that?”

But how…how on earth do you know? Even though Suguru talks with you a lot about everything and everyone, he never talked about this with you. Hell, not even with Satoru.

“That face you make afterwards, scrunching your eyes just the tiniest bit while pressing your lips together. And I mean, what would curses taste like? Certainly not like sugar and candy, right? And I guess it’s like garlic: you’ll have the taste in your mouth for hours! But at least garlic tastes good when used right. Man, I really want some garlic noodles right now… Are you in the mood to grab something to eat? I know you’re quite busy, but-”

Suguru can’t help but stare at you, the foul taste left on his tongue pushed into the background. You with your bubbly personality made of pure gold. You, who came all the way here just to give him something to eat. You, the only person walking on this earth who ever took the time to think about how it must feel to swallow a curse.

Just you.

“It’s like eating a vomit-soaked rag. That’s what they taste like.”

Your doe eyes dart towards him, reflecting nothing but compassion. Before he is able to think straight you’re standing right in front of him, hand pressing the little package into his much larger one.

“No one should have to taste something like this on a regular basis. But maybe…Oh, I have an idea! Let’s make a pact.”

“A pact?”, he repeats in disbelief.

What are you up to? And why is your smile suddenly as bright as the sun?

“A pact! I promise to always have something to eat for you when you tell me about your missions in exchange!”, you announce proudly.

“This doesn’t seem fair to me at all. You don’t have to follow after me just to give me something nice to eat.”

It seems so crazy, almost unbelievable to him that another human being would be willing to sacrifice its precious time for him. Don’t you understand that this promise would mean traveling after him every day and night multiple times? Don’t you understand that you are too good for that? Especially you, the ray of sunshine at Jujutsu High. You, the girl everyone talks about, the girl that even Nanami secretly adores. Why would someone like you take special care of him?

“What isn’t fair is that you have to go through something like this every single time. I really admire you, Suguru. Just the smell of something disgusting makes me gag. Just thinking about eating something that tastes so horrible multiple times a day…You really are a hero! And every hero deserves some sweets! Oh wait…Are you actually into sweets? I can bring you something salty as well.”

“Satoru prefers sweets-“

“But I’m not asking about Satoru”, you interrupt him immediately.

“I’m asking about you.”

He isn’t able to respond. No, Suguru is absolutely captivated by your kind smile and the way you still hold onto his hand, the package in his palm feeling sweaty just by one look into your innocent eyes.

You…you really noticed. And not only that, you really do care about him.

“Go ahead, take a bite! I wonder what you think. I was never really a fan of salty snacks, but these ones are really good”, you explain all too excited.

Hesitantly, he rips open the package and allows himself to get a taste. Oh, this feels like heaven on earth, the saltiness of what seems like crackers hunting away the stinging taste of vomit in his mouth. But what intrigues him the most is you. How you stand in front of him, swaying back and forth in excitement while your eyes follow every move of his mouth, literally glowing in joy.

“These are really good”, he finally confesses.

“Thank you, (y/n). Now everything just tastes good.”

And so it did every following mission. Instead of feeling disgusted by only the sight of a curse, Suguru somehow feel…excitement. Excitement because swallowing a curse means meeting you afterwards. Excitement because he’ll get to taste a new sort of candy or sweets almost every single day. Excitement because slowly but surely, he fell head over heels for your striking sight.

“Those are a speciality around here! I heard some of the others talk about that shop yesterday and thought you might want to try it as well.”

The candy melts on his tongue right away, making him wonder what you taste like while your pretty mouth happily keeps on telling him everything about that shop. It is so easy to get lost in your sight, lost in your talking, last in your personality.

“(y/n).”

He takes a step forward, putting the other piece of candy you handed him over in his pocket. Your eyes widen in the most delicate way, cheeks turning rosy just by one glimpse into the chocolate brown ocean of his eyes.

You always loved the taste of sweets on your tongue, how your nerves began to tingle just the slightest bit. But in this moment, you realized that tasting Suguru Geto was way better than that. He wraps his arms around you gently, pressing his lips against yours ever so slightly. You feel like fainting, flying, giggling. What a precious man he is, how long you imagined how it must feel to kiss your secret crush. But oh, the reality is so much better.

“I love you more than any candy on this planet.”

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[sturnioz]

fratboy!matt sees someone get a little too handsy with confident!reader.

requested by. anon (sorry i couldnt find your original ask, it got lost) tw. mentions of groping, heavy mentions of fighting, heavy mentions of blood.

matt knows you can handle yourself, and you've proven it time and time again. he's had front row seats to multiple scenarios where you've shut people down—refusing to let anyone disrespect you. matt loves that about you. honestly, he admires it.

but tonight feels different.

he's planted on the couch in the living room, his posture slack with his legs spread wide and one arm draped over the backrest. he holds a beer bottle in his other hand, his grip tightening and loosening in a rhythm that matches his rising heartbeat. the party is chaotic around him as usual, but his focus is locked onto you across the room.

you're standing near the pool table, a confident smile on your lips as you explain the rules to bun while someone stands behind you with a pool cue—some guy that matt doesn't recognise, and that's the first thing that sets him on edge.

the guy's got this cocky look on his face as he invades your personal space, trying to get your attention, making matt's jaw clench. he tells himself to relax—you don't need him to swoop in, you never do. but even as that thought crosses his mind, his fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle.

from where matt's sitting, he sees it all.

the way the guy leans in too close, touching your arm like it's causal—like he knows you. his eyes roam over you, drinking you in, lingering just a second too long on your revealed skin. matt's teeth grind together, but he keeps his expression calm.. or at least tries to.

he takes a slow sip from his beer, watching over the rim of the bottle like a predator sizing up its prey. his grip is so tight now that he's sure the glass might shatter in his palm if he's not careful, and he keeps repeating to himself to stay put and that you can handle it. you're more than capable of course.

but then the guy's hand touches the small of your back and slides down, slow and deliberate to the curve of your ass, and his fingers curl, groping you.

matt is up before he realises it, the sound of his beer bottle clattering to the floor lost in the white noises filling his ears. his body moves on instinct, shoving through the sweaty crowd, ignoring the startled voices calling after him.

chris shouts his name, but it doesn't register. nothing registers.

matt's vision tunnels, blurring at the edges, each heartbeat pounding in his ears. he catches a glimpse of your face—lips curled in anger and disgust, your hand already raised to put the guy in his place—and for a split second, he's proud of you.

but the admiration is swallowed whole by the surge of anger clawing its way out of him.

matt doesn't stop to think. he doesn't hesitate, and in one swift motion, he shoves his way between you and the guy, his chest colliding with his and his hand shoots out to grab the guy's collar, yanking him forward with enough force to make the asshole stumble in surprise.

and then, matt's fist connects.

the sound is sickening—a dull crack as knuckles meet bone. the guy's head snaps to the side, his mouth already dripping with blood, but matt doesn't stop. he pulls the guy forward again, his grip tightening, before slamming his fist into his face a second time.

the crowd around them recoils, gasps and shouts echoing through the room, but no one dares to step in. not yet.

the guy stumbles, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, his eyes already starting to bruise, and he's struggling to keep himself up on his feet as he splutters something—maybe an apology, maybe a plea to stop—but matt doesn't hear it.

"think you can fuckin' touch her like that?" matt spits angrily, his voice loud and rough as he slams the guy down onto the pool table, the wood almost cracking beneath the force of the sudden weight. "huh? think you can lay your fuckin' hands on her?"

you're behind him now, your voice cutting through the haze of his anger and disgust as you grab at his bicep. "matt, stop it. i'm fine!"

but he's not fine.

his fist trembles for a second longer in the air, the anger still coursing through him. his knuckles throb with a dull ache, scraped raw, smeared with blood that isn't his own. he stares down at the guy, slumped against the pool table, his face a mess of blood and swelling.

matt scoffs, dropping his fist to curl his fingers around the guy's bruised jaw and forcing his face upward toward you.

"apologise," he orders, his tone commanding. when the guy doesn't respond, matt uses his grip to shake the guy's head mockingly as he leans down. "the fuck did i just say? apologise."

"m-m'sor-so'y," the guy stammers, the apology weak and barely audible through the blood trickling from his busted lip.

matt's grip remains firm. "louder."

"m'sorrry.." the guy splutters again, a little louder this time, the words clearer despite the pain in his voice.

matt scoffs and lets go, watching as the guy crumples to the floor pathetically. the room is almost silent now, conversions dimmed to a faint him in the background with a few hushed whispers fluttering around them.

his gaze snaps to you, his chest still heaving, his jaw tight, but the tension in his face softens when he meets your eyes. he steps forward, his anger and disgust melting into concern.

"you okay, baby?" he asks, his voice soft, a complete contrast to his actions moments prior. his hands, rough and scraped, reach for you instinctively, his touch gentle as his eyes search your face for any signs of hurt.

"i'm fine," you say, your voice steady but firm as you place a hand on his chest, stopping him from pulling you any closer. "but you..."

matt looks at you, brows furrowing slightly in confusion as you suddenly fist at his shirt and drag him out of the living room. he follows obediently, hearing your heels click against the wooden floorboards as you drag him some place private.

"what the fuck were you thinking?!" you scold him, your tone sharp, and matt blinks. "you could've gotten hurt, dumbass," he watches as your eyes flick down to his hand, the smeared blood prominent against his already bruised knuckles. "look at you. look at your knuckles! matt!"

"it doesn't matter, m'fine," he mutters, brushing your words off with a shrug. "he touched you. he deserved it."

"matt," you say his name firmly again, your eyebrow twitching. "i had it under control."

"i know," he reassures. "i know—better than fuckin' anyone. but you're crazy if you think m'just gonna stand there 'n watch him disrespect you like that," he lets out a deep breath, looking at you with so much intensity swirling in his eyes as he runs his fingers through his hair. "m'sorry."

for a moment, you're silent, just staring at him with that piercing gaze he knows so well. matt shifts slightly under your scrutiny, but he doesn't say anything, he just waits.

finally, you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. "don't get me wrong, i'm still mad at you. it was fucking stupid and reckless," but then your lips twitch upwards, the corner of your mouth curving into a smirk, your nose scrunching slightly as an obvious sign of your amusement. "but... it was kinda hot, though."

matt pauses, his lips parting slightly in surprise before a slow, lazy grins spreads across his face—tilting his head to the side which allows his messy hair to fall in front of his eyes in that boyish way he knows drives you crazy.

"yeah?"

"don't let it go to your head." you warn with a scoff, but he barely hears you.

he closes the distance between you, his arms sliding around your waist as you step closer, and his grin only widens as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in.

he cups your face gently, his rough, scraped knuckles brushing against your cheek as his thumb traces your skin. he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead with affection.

but just he feels you relax in his arms, he bends his knees slightly, hauling you over his shoulder in one swift motion. you shout his name through giggles, and matt adjusts his hold on you as his hand comes down with a firm smack against your ass, making you gasp and hit his own.

"sorry, couldn't help m'self," he says, his grin practically unmoving from his face as he heads toward the stairs. "gotta remind you who you belong to."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[lily-sofii]

Little dove

TW(?): Yandere/obsessive behavior, mentions of kidnapping (you’re a captive in his castle),  non-con smut, PURE VANILLA COOKIE HAS EYEBROWS, his castle is referred to as “hell” and the surrounding forest is “inferno”, fem reader, reader hates Vanilla more than anything, blood licking, non-con is a form of punishment, depictions of vomiting, this is just a disgusting fanfic

!READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Oh, how low Pure Vanilla has fallen. Such a different path from the path of truth he has chosen and held dear to him so long ago. But in his deranged mind he was doing the right thing… the right thing for him at least. For you? Not so much.

It was worse than hell for you. The pure cookie you had once met was no more. His eyes that once showed love for you, were now clouded with obsession and madness.

When they say ‘The eyes are the windows to the soul’ you thought it was a dumb saying made for overly emotional people to cry over, but it was starting to feel more and more like your situation.

Those void eyes felt as empty as his castle. How do you know that? Well, because you’re stuck here now… you have been stuck here for the past three months. Although in Pure Vanilla’s words you’re simply “In your new home!”.

The castle you are locked up in feels like anything but home. Lifeless and devoid of any cookie life, dust scattered around as if no one but you two lived here. But in the end, it might as well be true. Have you ever seen anyone in the castle except you and Pure Vanilla? Sure, you are aware that there are servants in here, but you have never seen them in the tower you are locked up in. Maybe that was Pure Vanilla’s doing… What if he purposefully made sure no one except him comes to the space you’re confined to? In his lovesick mind it probably made sense to him.

But no… You needed someone, anyone. No… What you needed is to get out. To ESCAPE.

But that has proven to be difficult time and time again, given the fact you have tried to escape more times than your broken mind can account for.

You truly felt like a caged bird, stuck singing a song of despair no one could hear. But every bird spreads its wings one day, right? Maybe today would be the day for you. Maybe today, your escape plan would work.

You see, everytime you attempted to escape Pure Vanilla’s grasp, you made the crucial mistake of being unaware where he was during your escape, but now, you made sure that wouldn’t be the case.

When he began to smother you more these past few days, his sweetness almost suffocating, you knew something was up. You knew direct confrontation was not a thing your captor liked, so you had to be sneaky enough that he wouldn’t notice… but just in case, it would be better to soften him up a bit.

“My light?”

Great, he loves that nickname!

“Is something the matter? You have been a bit more… attentive these past few days”

Pure Vanilla furrows his blonde brows, an annoyed scowl forming on his face before returning to its usual calm and soft-looking expression.

“My dear… I, with the utmost distress, have to inform you that I will need to leave the Vanilla kingdom for the next few days.”

Wait what..? That’s… GREAT!

That’s what you thought at least. Because as far as you knew, Pure Vanilla is gonna be away for god knows how long, leaving you with the perfect chance to escape.

Is that how you got yourself into this situation? Running through the thick forest that surrounds the castle you were bound to, feeling as if Pure Vanilla’s heterochromic eyes were observing your every move. Each breath you took as you ran, every step being followed by an enlarged feeling of dread.

The feeling of Pure Vanilla’s eyes on you.

But how could that be possible? He told you he was leaving. Maybe he sent one of the cookies that work in his castle to come after yo-

“My dove, are we still playing these… games? These pathetic attempts at getting my attention?”

His attention?! That was the last thing you sought after. 

Wait… was that truly his voice? Are you imagining it? No… there is no way, it was most definitely real. It was him. Your captor. But… wasn’t he meant to be away?

“Alright then, how about I give you… two more minutes to return to the castle before forcing you there myself? You know it’s too dangerous for you to be out here, my dove. I’ve told you an abundance of times, haven’t I?”

Two minutes… is that enough to find your way out of the green and dark inferno you’re in at the moment? A small part of you is saying ‘Yes’ and the bigger, more rational part? ‘NO! Pure Vanilla is right around the corner’. And who did you pick to trust?

You quickly turn on your heel, running the opposite direction. Both in a pathetic attempt to escape, and in a need to get away from his voice. The voice that has been haunting you during your captivity in the Vanilla castle.

His voice cuts through the quiet forest that is filled with the sounds of your feet thumping on the wet, moss-covered ground.

“Ah, my lovely dove… have you truly decided on playing a game today? Well, you only have 20 seconds left.”

That is just fine. Twenty seconds will be enough to get out of this inferno. And you’re right! That’s sunlight breaking through the tree line, isn’t it?! Just a few more steps and you’ll be-

“Bzzt! Your time is up.”

No, NO! Please, just five more seconds!

You gasp when you feel something slip between your ankles, causing you to tumble to the ground. You wince when you feel a dull pain in your face upon impact with the ground, smelling your blood.

Glancing down, your eyes meet with the eye of Pure Vanilla’s staff, feeling like it’s looking into your soul. Your very existence.

“My, my… You got quite far, my dove. I must invest into having more trees planted around the castle. We wouldn’t want your little games to end in your departure, would we now?”

Pure Vanilla and his stupid lovesick brain! Can’t he see this is wrong?! You want him to choke and die! To leave you alone, to escape!

You can practically hear the grin on his beautiful face as he speaks. How can someone as beautiful as him be so twisted? Or… how can someone as beautiful and pure turn into such a lovesick monster?

He comes out from behind a tree, a shit-eating smirk on his face. His beautiful face. Pure Vanilla crouches down beside you and grabs his staff, tossing it aside before his fingers reach to hold onto your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. He tuts as his eyes are met with yours, before lowering to look at the blood flowing from your nose.

He cups your jaw with both of his hands, his face inching towards yours. Sighing softly his tongue lulls out of his mouth, moving to lap up the blood that your injury is spilling.

You gag at Pure Vanilla’s actions, feeling like you’re about to vomit. He hums and squeezes your jaw in an attempt to force you to stay in one place and not move your head away from him.

“This is precisely what occurs when you play games… Come, I believe it is for the best that we return to the Vanilla castle.”

You hate him. The blood beneath your skin feels like lava with all the contained rage you are holding in your system at the moment. Why didn’t your plan work?! He was supposed to be away!

Pure Vanilla lets out an exhale of defeat, moving to stand up as he grabs his staff he tossed away just a bit ago.

“Are you really gonna be a burden and not stand up, my Dove? Fine, have it your way.”

That nickname he gave you… it felt different this time he said it. As if he wanted the word to burn. As if he wanted the word to come out in such a toxic manner. Come to think of it, isn’t the nickname ironic? ‘Dove’... as if he were trying to rub salt into a wound. The nickname was from times where Pure Vanilla wasn’t… this lovesick, this insane. But now it feels like the nickname has a different meaning - to poke fun at you. To show both how he has changed, and how trapped in your situation you are. Like a little dove trapped in its cage.

You get abruptly ripped out of your thoughts when you feel Pure Vanilla’s cold hands grab your waist, tossing you over his lean shoulder.

Have his hands always been this cold?

No. No I don’t believe so.

They became this cold when his odd and obsessive behavior began. Day by day he’d feel colder and more devoid of the cookie he once was. It felt shameful to even call the cookie who was before you now ‘Pure Vanilla’. The cookie who now stood before you was like an empty shell, barren of any resemblance of the one whose name he was bearing.

You hated it. You hated HIM. Pure Vanilla and what has become of him.

“My dove, are you even listening to me?”

Your thoughts get disturbed by his voice, making you awfully aware of the situation you’re in.

Wait, when did you arrive at the Vanilla castle?

The cookie holding you lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.

“We are back home, my dove. Will you walk now or do you want me to carry you all the way to your tower?”

You quickly jump off his shoulder, not wanting his touch to linger on your body longer than it needs to.

Pure Vanilla lets out a sound of approval, his hand moving back to your body, creeping its way around your waist.

God, you can’t stand his touch. You know where your tower is, can’t he just let you go there on your own? Can’t he at least move his hand off of your body?

Pure Vanilla hums softly as his movement leads you both into entering the main door of the castle, your existence feeling as if it was swallowed. Glancing around the main hall of the castle you see many cookies moving around, some taking part in conversations with one another, other cookies tending to their respective tasks, such as cleaning or dusting. It looked like a different castle. It seemed… alive. Your tower is devoid of anything like this, dust covering almost every corner, conversation being unheard of. The only noise ever occurring in the tower are your footsteps as you try to escape, and Pure Vanilla’s words of obsession that are targeted towards you.

You desperately look at the working cookies before you, hoping at least one of them notices the look in your eyes and stops Pure Vanilla. Just one cookie, please. But no one can hear or see your pleas. If anything, it feels like everyone is deliberately ignoring your presence next to Pure Vanilla.

The suffocating presence of Pure Vanilla becomes more overwhelming when the grip on your waist tightens. A silent threat for you to behave. A warning for his little dove to not sing.

You silently nod to show him that you understand the threat that is looming over your head, feeling like the stave of your notes has been cut by scissors  that are held by him.

Pure Vanilla leads you towards your tower, his eyes looking towards your direction every few seconds to make sure you don’t do anything dumb, or anything he’d regret making you do.

You fight back the tears that have by now began to form in your eyes, not knowing if it’s from anger or from regret. Just five more seconds would have done it. No, just two!

The door to the tower you are forced to reside in opens with a loud creak, a sound that sounds awfully similar to a screech of a demon. This tower is like hell for you after all.

Pure Vanilla forces you inside before coming in too, slamming the door shut behind you both. There it is, the lifeless tower that confines your very existence within it. The void that somehow feels even emptier even with you and Pure Vanilla in it.

“It is time for us to go to your room, don’t you think so, my dove?”

You freeze in your spot, your muscles feeling as if they weren’t your own. Unable to move you only move your gaze to meet his, fear more than visible all over you.

Won’t he… leave? Why would he go to your room?

Pure Vanilla usually leaves you alone after a failed escape attempt, calling it a form of punishment. He thinks if you’re without him it’s a punishment. What a joke.

Pure Vanilla taps his foot on the ground  from impatience, waiting for your answer.

You swallow up the anger this cookie has made you feel over the time of you, trying to force your voice to sound concerned and afraid.

“Y-You’re not gonna punish me? You usually leave me…”

Pure Vanilla smiles and grabs your hand, forcing you up the stairs that stand at the end of the hallway, dragging you behind him as he walks fast.

That smile… you can tell he’s putting on an act. The smile is meant to look friendly and nice, but it feels as toxic as Pure Vanilla’s actions.

“Well, those punishments didn’t seem to be working, given how much you’ve been running out lately without my permission, so I thought of a new way to punish you.”

You gasp from fear, trying to force yourself out of his grasp. You don’t know what he has in mind, but his expression doesn’t show a sign that he has anything good in mind.

Pure Vanilla lets out a quiet hiss, your attempt at moving away from him seeming to annoy him more than anything.

His grip on your hand tightens, threatening to not only bruise it, but to break the bones within it. Sensing the danger in his actions you stop your struggle, the tears that have been threatening to fall from your eyes finally spilling down your cheeks. Pure Vanilla’s smile softens and becomes even more toxic-looking than before, unable to stop his face from twisting due to pleasure. 

Wait, I thought he was lovesick about you. So why does he take pleasure from your pain and suffering?

Wait… maybe, just maybe this is the punishment he was talking about? Just mentally breaking you? That must be right!... Right? What else could he be possibly doing?

Upon getting practically dragged to the room that you picked to live in within this hell, Pure Vanilla lets go of your arm, pushing you roughly onto the bed. So roughly that the breath you were about to take is knocked out of you, leaving you unable to react as his hands move to grab onto your shorts, taking them off so aggressively that you’re surprised they didn’t rip.

Wait… he took off your shorts?

Pure Vanilla grins as he sits on the bed next to you, quickly taking off your shirt before moving to your bra. You sob as your tears fill your vision, your hands moving up to stop Pure Vanilla in his disgusting actions.

The not so pure cookie sighs and grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head in agitation. Why are you fighting back? You never fought back against a punishment before. Does this mean that this new punishment will finally work? That it will make you behave? That it will make you stay?

“My dove, please don’t forget that this is a punishment. I will not stop no matter what you do.”

God no. Please stop! You need to get him off of you right now! You hate him and hate this! Was he seriously gonna…

Pure Vanilla keeps your wrists pinned over your head with one of his hands, his other, now free hand, moving to take your bra off as originally intended.

A loud sob bubbles from your throat, feeling as if you’re getting tortured by his actions. Knowing you’ll forever be haunted by what he is doing.

“Ah, look at you… you’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”

You can’t see through your tear filled vision, but you can feel. You can feel that the bra that was shielding your breasts from his touch was now off. His touch on your breasts felt like it was burning your skin and flesh off.

You wanted to die.

Pure Vanilla’s grip on your wrists tightens as he tosses the bra off the bed, his hand now going for your panties.

“Wait, please stop! Don’t do this, I beg of you!”

You begin struggling under him again, kicking your legs in an attempt to hurt him. To get him off. To stop his actions.

Pure Vanilla sighs and takes off his stole, moving to tie it around your thighs and ankles. Why won’t you stop struggling, don’t you see it hurts him too?

… That was such a terrible lie. Even Pure Vanilla couldn’t convince himself that it was true. He was enjoying this more than anything in the world.

You felt like passing out, no, you felt like passing away. This was worse than torture. Both mentally and physically. You truly hope at this moment that Pure Vanilla doesn’t just die and disappear, you hope he goes to hell and gets tortured for all eternity.

Pure Vanilla pokes your thigh with his finger, seemingly satisfied with how much less you seem to be fighting him now. Or, well, much much more unable you are to fight back against him.

Moving his hand to your underwear he runs his fingers along your opening through it, smiling when he feels heat coming from your core. Ah, that means you want this too, doesn't it? He can feel how wet you are, he can see the small wet spot on your cotton panties.

He lets out a quiet moan when he pulls your panties off, well, as much as he can due to the restraints on your legs.

Wait, how would he even punish you if your legs were forcibly closed? Ah, he didn't think this far into the future. How saddening. Maybe if he just…

Pure Vanilla picks up your legs before moving to sit where they laid before, putting them over one of his shoulders.

It isn't the most comfortable position, but it will have to do. For the punishment.

One of his hands keeps a firm grip on your wrists, the other moving down to your cunt. Surprisingly to you, you feel yourself dripping wet. But why? You hated this! You'd rather kill yourself than keep doing this with Pure Vanilla. This was a punishment worse than death.

Pure Vanilla moans and dips his fingers into your dripping cunt, ignoring your sobs and screams of protest. It felt as if he took pleasure in them if anything. He loved your struggle. It made him feel that this punishment was working.

Pure Vanilla lets out a slight whine when he pulls his fingers out, disappointed to no longer feel you. But also excited for what's about to come.

“You keep sobbing and screaming, yet you're this wet. Are you enjoying your punishment, my dove? Alright then… let us go a bit further, shall we?”

You feel like his words are a knife, ripping apart your soul. But then again, that would feel better than what he is doing now.

You begin to sob louder when Pure Vanilla’s hand moves under his heavy robes, moving down to tug his pants off.

Please, please just die.

Not taking his pants off fully he just lowers them down his crotch, letting his cock spring free.

Oh god, you want to just disappear. How is that even meant to go inside of you without pain?

Pure Vanilla sees the dread in your eyes and mistakes it for concern. Cooing he grabs his cock, aligning it to your dripping entrance.

“Don’t worry my dove, I’ll make sure you find pleasure in this punishment.”

You arch your back and let out a scream, your throat felling as if you swallowed a barbed wire with the intensity of it. Please, this dove cannot keep singing any longer!

Pure Vanilla watches your reactions in amusement, deciding to keep pushing his cock into you. He wouldn't stop even if you begged him to. Even if he hurt you.

It's a punishment after all.

He lets out a loud moan when he bottoms out, his hand moving away from the base of his cock to your stomach, pressing down. You gag and twitch, the pressure on your stomach making you feel how deep Pure Vanilla's cock was hitting.

You felt sick to your stomach, and him pressing on it did not help one bit. You retch, tossing your head to the side, feeling the burn and sourness of the vomit come all the way to your throat from your stomach. You swallow it back up and sob loudly, your mouth falling open, lips connected by saliva in a messy manner.

Pure Vanilla laughs breathlessly as you almost vomit, finding it amusing. Not paying mind to how sick you’re feeling he thrusts even faster, his breath and moans hitching.

Please, please tell me he’s close. I just want this to end.

As he continues fucking into you, you can feel yourself becoming more and more sick. At this point you didn’t even know if it was from his actions or if you were truly dying. But let’s be honest, you’d love for it to be the latter.

Your eyes widen as you belch, a warning you take close. You know what this means. Twisting your body to the side, you feel the acidic vomit building up, your throat constricting. You vomit on the bed sheets next to where your head was just moments ago, the brown-ish orange liquid making a loud splattering noise as it hits the bedsheets.

Exhaustedly you lay your head back down, too pathetic and tired to keep fighting back against Pure Vanilla. Your teeth feel as if they were actively rotting away in your mouth from the acid that just left your mouth, and is currently on the bed next to your head.

“My dove, do you truly hate it this much? Hate me this much?”

You don’t care anymore, you’re too tired to answer him. You can only sob. But you still can’t help but notice the cocky undertone his voice has. Was he enjoying this? But how could he? You were so disgusted by him and his actions that you threw up.

Pure Vanilla’s breath shutters, his hands letting go of your wrists, grabbing forcibly at your jaw, making you kiss him. You don’t fight back, nor do you return the kiss. You just want to disappear.

Delivering a few more rough thrusts, Pure Vanilla lets out a loud moan, slamming his cock into you as deep as he can before cumming inside of you. You can’t struggle, but if you could, you’d rip his cock right off.

“Imagine it… us having a child together. That way you’ll never leave. You’ll have to care for our child.”

Is this the punishment? A child? Your, now impure and broken body, becoming torn apar by a child you don’t want?

You’d rather tear out all your organs.

Pure Vanilla waits for a few more moments before pulling his cock out of you, pulling his pants back up. He unties your legs and puts the stole back on, standing up and going to the door of your room.

Is he finally gonna leave?

“I hope you have learned your lesson, my dove.”

And with that, the soft-spoken cookie leaves.

Please… please someone rescue me.

[prozacwhorehouse]

paparazzi | mgg x SNL cast member gf

Summary: comments from the paparazzi instill doubt in you, but Matthew is there as a voice of reason

this was a request but it got deleted when I was making edits so I hope this finds its way to that lovely person !

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pre and post show paparazzi outside the studio wasn’t uncommon. but when speculation that you and Matthew were dating blossomed, they got more incessant and difficult to ignore. it seemed as if they were always around, with the intention of spotting the two of you and documenting it. they were constantly nagging for answers and details about your relationship, most specifically mentioning the age gap.

the both of you knew it’d would be hard for some people to understand, but the idea that you were both legal consenting adults seemed more logical and would be accepted easier. originally, you had kept the relationship private - wanting the intimate moments to be kept to yourselves, only for yourselves. eventually the love becomes to great to hide, so you started dropping hints to the public. hints weren’t enough, there were always the small few who liked to dig a little deeper, push sensitive buttons - almost always internet trolls, or worse, in person paparazzi.

no matter what, they’ll always jab at the age gap. it’s always flashing cameras followed by comments, from “your relationship is inappropriate” “she’s young enough to be your daughter” and even, “is you dating an older man rooted in daddy issues?”

a video of the interaction goes viral and all the comments are offering support for the two of you:

they are both consenting adults. those who can’t accept that need to grow up and mind their own business.

these poor angels. the paparazzi is disgusting, ill never understand why it’s still a thing

they’re both grown leave them the fuck alone

daddy issues?? holy shit. the pap is getting so much worse.

two talented people reduced to their relationship. do better

you knew accepting a job on television came with its consequences, but you weren’t going to let people who get paid to be nosy stand in the way of your dream. so, with time you had learned how to handle paparazzi with ease. what was typically praise now being sprinkled with hate, it got harder and harder to ignore.

because the more someone says something about you, the more you start to believe it.

why is he with me? is this weird? am i wrong? is he wrong?

Whenever Matthew happened to be with you during these paparazzi incidents, he’d always guide you through the crowd by the small of your back or your hand. Weaving through people wordlessly, only whispering assurances into your ear, squeezing your hand to calm your heart beating in your ears.

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The whole ride home to your apartment is silent. With Matthew, you two are always talking, always sharing thoughts, making the occasional silence reason for concern.

“Are you okay? You din’t say more than a word or two at a time not the way home,” he says while shutting the apartment door behind him.

“Are we, wrong?” you turn to gaze up at him through your lashes, the look on your face hurt.

“What do you mean, angel?” he croons, concern and confusion blossoming across his face.

“Like,” you pause and scoff, trying to find the words for your question. “Is what we’re doing wrong. Being together.”

“Do you not want to do it anymore? Cause we don’t have to-” his face turns to worry, your heart dropping at the thought of him thinking you’d say anything other than no. because no matter what anyone says, he’s so in love with you he can’t even imagine losing you.

“no! oh my gosh, no.” you’re quick to assure, holding his face in your hands. it’s just exhausting. why are they so concerned with our lives? can they not just-“

“you love me?” he interrupts, looking at you intently.

“what?” you scoff in disbelief, pulling back slightly. “of course I do - why?”

“because I love you. And that’s all that matters, yeah?” he brushes his thumb across your cheek, gazing into your eyes so lovingly. he always looks at you that way.

“It could be worse. They could be comparing me to Leonardo DiCaprio,” he smiles, causing the corners of your mouth to turn up, “and I’m definitely not DiCaprio level.”

“If you were, you would’ve dropped me when I turned 25,” you snicker and he sighs, throwing his head back.

“You’re funny, you know that?”

“I’d hope so. It’s kind of my job.”

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mgg x SNL cast member taglist

@sarcasm-and-stiles @mystargirl-interlude @rubyirene @ashrrams @ghostatrixx @forevermorepassionate @saint-boudica @reidmarieprentiss @awakeforu @spencerlicious @kittycat-april @baudarling @delusional-4-fake-people @avenlymars @angelinajolie0213 @arusio @littleslayofhorrors @jezabelle9299 @jaemnationnn @princess-ofthe-pages @flow33didontsmoke

[classypauli]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

Chapter 6

MASTERLIST

tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary: Last night was… well it just was. And Tara wasn’t really happy about it, clearly.

tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers, hangover y/n, angry tara, jelous, jealous, jealous

Tara always got what she wanted. Always. Did she think she was spoiled? No, not really. She didn´t think she was spoiled, she just hated the idea of not getting what she wanted and everyone around her knew it. Especially her sister.

She and Sam were the same yet so different. They looked the same, cared for one another the same and almost enjoyed the same things. But what they didn´t share was opinions and judgment. The viewing of the world and its look. The sentiment. But at the end of the day, things were thrown into the trash because they had nothing to do with love.

They would do first and last for each other.

These were the things that the young Carpenter appreciated the most. Having family and friends that she could rely on and trust. She would do anything to protect her circle of the people she loves. Why was she even thinking that way right now?

Because of her.

At the time Tara got home she already scrutinized the girl. Found out her name and birthday, her family and the names of her friends as well as her pet, which was by the way pretty cute but Tara didn´t want to get distracted and soft by that idea.

She checked who she follows and...

„This bitch.“ Tara whispered under her breath after she found your account in her following list. Of course, she already did that. Tara wouldn´t be surprised if she already texted you. Her fists clenched at that thought.

Her finger pressed the small round photo of yours to get into your page. Your photos and highlights loaded and Tara started to stalk. No, she wasn´t a stalker and she definitely wasn´t stalking you, she was just looking for her friend.

Friend.

That´s what you are now? To Tara you have always been someone close to her friends, you were in her friend group but she never took you as a friend. She got feeling she wasn´t your friend either but... she needed to take care of you because of her friends, no?

She clicked on the last post of yours which were some random photos you took like school and coffee, there was even Ethan who looked like he didn´t enjoy being photographed, the last photo was you with a headset around your head doing some weird faces.

You were pretty cute, yeah so what? She finally said that but that doesn´t mean you aren´t getting on her nerves every time you open your stupid mouth.

„Your right dimple is deeper than the left one.“

Tara´s corners of her mouth got up a little.

After that, she pressed the button of the comments. Chad was laughing at Ethan and also Ethan cursing you. The last comment is what made Tara´s smile drop. It was from that girl, an emoji with a heart in her eyes.

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Sam was minding her business in the next room when she suddenly heard a loud sound coming from her younger sister´s room.

„What the hell is she doing?“

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The bright sun shining through the window right into your eyes was the first thing your brain processed. Maybe if you were a little bit smarter last night and didn´t drink like an alcoholic you would be in a better state.

„Ugh someone help.“ you rolled on the side of your bed and stood up. You felt disgusting you smelled bad and your hair was everywhere. The clothes from the night before were still on you only now they looked all folded and wet from your sweat.

You grabbed your phone that was on your table seeing a lot of unopened messages as well as a low battery. Suddenly it started ringing signalizing a phone call.

„Hello?“ you said with your throat hurting a little.

„Y/N? Hey buddy, you okay?“

„I´m fine Ethan, I just woke up what´s up?“

„Oh, sorry! I was just a little worried about you I didn´t see you yesterday leaving and also didn´t hear from you so I just wanted to check.“ he said with a quick explanation.

„Oh I just drank a little more than I should have yesterday.“ you laughed a little still with not much energy. You just wanted to take a shower and go to bed again.

„You don´t feel fine? Should I come? I-“

„No Ethan it´s fine, I´m fine just a little exhausted but nothing serious. Don´t stress yourself.“

„Oh.“ he said quietly trying to read your voice. „If you say so, but if anything just text me, okay? I want to be here for my friend.“

You smiled at his words. No doubt he was your best friend. „Of course. Thanks, buddy.“

You grabbed new clothes and went straight to the shower. It was like an invisible relief that was washed off of you. After that, you put on some sweatpants with a hoodie and went to lie down again. Suddenly your phone lit up with a new message.

Demi: Hey you ok? I was worried ab you last night

Demi: when you wake up text me

Demi: Y/N

It was Demitra? Were you that much wasted that everybody knows it or what? Oh Gosh, you prayed that you didn´t do anything embarrassing what will everybody remember for the rest of their lives when they look at you?

And even though, why was she so worried, it wasn´t like you knew each other that long. But it was good to have someone to worry about you except your best friend.

Y/N: hey sorry to worry!

Y/N: everything fine promise

She immediately saw your text and replied to you. You spent a pretty long time just texting and lying around, having no energy to do anything more. Demitra was a good girl. She was attentive and soft-spoken. You weren´t an idiot, you saw that she was interested in you, otherwise she wouldn´t try to talk to you every time she saw you or texted you, right?

But was she someone you would go out? You´ve never thought about it not anyone. Maybe it was time to finally step up from this introverted state and go to see some new people. Who knows, maybe it will lead to her. The question is, would you be mad about it?

-

The knock on your door was a thing that tore you off of watching the TV. You kept lying down with a confused face. But the knock was there again only this time louder.

„Are you serious.“ you got up not wanting to leave your comfortable couch. Behind your door was Mindy and Chad with Ethan and behind him Tara.

„And what are you doing here huh?“ you asked as you opened the door wider for them to come in.

„Why are you asking so offended do you have someone in here?“ Chad said with a smirk on his face.

„Y/N why the hell is so dark in here? I feel like I´m in a cave!“ Mindy yelled as she went to your window to unfold the curtains.

Tara turned around and scrunched her nose. „Ew it smells so bad in here, do you ever open your windows?“

„Oh my and this trash, when was the last time you cleaned your house Y/N?“ Chad asked. Your nerves were getting higher with each word that left their mouth. Did you come to annoy you?

„You came here just to get on my nerves or what?“

„Y/N I bought you a soup.“ you turned to Ethan who was standing across the room with a small can of food. He was so cute that you would never forgive yourself if you said something hurtful.

„Thanks, Ethan you are the best.“

Chad sat down on your couch taking a controller into his hand. „And I´m not?“

„No, you are an idiot.“ you smiled vacantly at him. „And anyway weren´t you also drunk last night?“ you asked him.

„Well yeah but I guess I can just handle it better than you.“ he smiled.

„Handle it better my ass.“ you whispered under your breath with an annoyed look.

-

„How do you feel?“

You turned to the side seeing Tara leaning by the kitchen door. Her arms were folded and her eyes were focused on you.

„Fine, I guess.“ you said as you took another spoon of Ethan´s soup into your mouth.

She higher up her eyebrows as if she didn´t believe you. „I´m pretty surprised, you were like a different person last night.“ Your eyes widen at her words.

„No I wasn´t! I was completely fine!“

„Raising your voice is only making me sure that you don´t remember a thing.“ she unfolded her arms and went into your fridge.

„Yeah I forgot that you know everything.“ you shot her an angry look. „And what do you think you are doing?“

„Serving myself?“ she grabbed some snack that was there opened it and took a bite. „And yeah, I know because I was taking care of your drunk ass yesterday you idiot.

„So what? You want me to thank you?“ you looked at her with face puppy dog eyes. She rolled your eyes at your child's behavior.

„That´s what it should be.“

„Yeah like hell that I will thank someone like you. I don´t remember it so I´m taking it like it never happened to shut your short ass up.“

„What did you say you moron?“ she ran to you and slapped your shoulder with all her strength.

„Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?“ you stood up looking down at her with anger across your face.

„Me? You are the one that doesn´t have the basics or polite behavior!“ she yelled into your face with her big brown eyes standing almost on her tippy toes to look more intimidating.

„Will you two stop it´s getting annoying!“ Mindy yelled from the living room. You huffed before you grabbed the plate with your soup to leave.

Tara looked down at her hand and then looked at you. „Great now I have to use hand sanitizer!“

You pleased all the angels and every creature that can hear you for your help not to throw that soup at her at that moment.

-

Tara was sitting on your couch beside Mindy. You all were watching some show that was already on when they came in. Your eyes were barely open leaning your head on Ethan´s shoulder. Without her noticing Tara smiled a little at sigh.

„Can someone pass me that please?“ you asked with a low voice pointing at the snack that was on a table in front of you.

„You can get it yourself.“ Tara mumbled.

„But I said please!“

„So? That means you will get whatever you want?“

You just sighed at her words yet not changing your position. Ethan bent over to get it for you but before his hand was able to get it someone else already did that.

Tara grabbed the snack and threw it on you. Then she turned to watch the show again without any word like nothing happened. You just caught the snack with a small thank you. Everyone in the room saw this small interaction. Of course, they did it didn´t happen a lot of times that you two acted like friends, not like enemies. So whenever this happens they smile a little having some kind of calmness in their chests.

After the show, everyone went somewhere in the house leaving Tara still in the place. She was scrolling down on her phone out of boredom when suddenly your phone rang with a notification. That caught the brunette's attention. It was a message from the Instagram dm´s.

The girl looked up if someone was coming before taking your phone into her hands. Demi. Demi?! You were texting each other? Who did text first? Was it her? And what did you even talk about?

Tara desperately wanted you to just block her, she was no good. Tara hated her with all her heart.

This bitch just can´t get off, can she?!

[earlysunshines]

just pretend(?)

danielle marsh x fem!reader ; angst, fluff

synopsis: your coworker can’t seem to fall out of love with you so you convince your best friend to fake date you. sometimes the “fake” seems a little too real.

warnings: PINING!!! ; danielle is touchy and wonderful and reader is a mess ; kinda all over the place?? I'm also a bit iffy ab the pacing on this one ; bit of angst near the end ; alcohol ; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread… none of my fics are…

a/n: this is based off my life rn bc my friend and i r literally fake dating so my coworker can stop being in love w me and i just HAD to turn this into a fic like what (but most of this is exaggerated ofc esp the whole coworker thing I made her a little over the top on purpose for the plotLOL)

"absolutely not." hanni looks disgusted, almost appalled with that stupid expression on her face. “you’re crazy.”

"please, i'll pay you." you beg, clasping your hands together and giving her your best puppy eyes.

"you're going to scare the hoes away... no, no, and no.”

"what ‘hoes’ hanni? when is the last time you've talked to a girl." you groan and pinch the bridge of your nose.

she sticks her tongue out at you, then responds, “you wouldn’t know…”

“dumbass the only reason i’m begging is because women do want me. please, it’s not going to be serious or anything—“

“i don’t care, the answer is no. ask someone else!”

you’re currently perched on the edge of your best friend's bed, practically begging for help. you seem to have a knack for attracting the strangest types of people, and this time, it’s your coworker who’s got severe attachment issues and an unhealthy level of codependency. all you wanted was a paycheck and simplicity, but now you find yourself in a situation you never asked for.

your best friend groans again, “you and your flirting… it gets you into this shit time and time again and the way you act… you know what you’re doing.”

“what?”

“shut up, you act gay and you know people fall for that. i’m not gonna help you because you want to be an asshole, if you could just be normal for once—“

“fuck you.” you flop onto her bed, shutting your eyes and rubbing your face. “i’m just nice and it’s fun to flirt! it’s nothing. i flirt with my friends and you all the time, they’re fine with it.”

“that’s because they’re straight, y/n. gay people are very vulnerable – except me.”

“you would know.” you retort, earning a glare from hanni. “who the hell do i ask then?”

“haerin?”

“she wouldn’t.”

“yunjin?”

“we don’t match, plus, she dates around.”

“sakura?”

“edating someone right now, some girl in france?”

“the hell?”

“i know.” you sigh louder and hanni just looks at you with slight, playful disgust. “what do i do.” you flop your hands onto the mattress and stare up. “dude, she’s too obsessed, i’m flattered because i mean, maybe i’m attractive and whatnot but this is just–”

“--delusion at its peak.” hanni clicks her tongue, now smiling at you; an idea pops up in your best friend's big head. you turn to face her, raising a brow. “how about dani? she’s literally perfect.”

danielle marsh is perfect, that’s the problem.

she’s a biology major whose ipad pro notes are so neat and pleasing to the eye that they genuinely keep you awake at night – most of it being because you’re leeching off her, but they’re so neat it really has you thinking how she does it all. 

to make things even more bewildering (and impressive), she’s one of two people you know – you’re unsure whether your cousin hyein counts, high school is nothing compared to what you endure – who manages to get at least eight hours of sleep daily. in contrast, everyone else in your circle, including yourself, is barely hanging on by a thread. 

yet, danielle seems to have cracked the code. she even finds time to volunteer at the library where she works, making you wonder if she’s some sort of extraordinary being. her ability to balance everything so effortlessly leaves you in awe, often questioning if she’s even real considering how remarkable she is.

the worst part is that she’s your best friend, right after hanni, and the person you’ve been crushing on since your first semester of university. 

it’s impossible not to have a crush on her—she’s gorgeous, sweet, and embodies everything you could ever want and more. she’s captivating, and every time you see her she flashes that stupid, adorable smile that makes your heart do a flip regardless of how many times you’ve convinced yourself that she’s unattainable and that there’s no way and that you don’t even like her and–

“i couldn’t.” you shut hanni down, quick. “she’s… you know.”

hanni furrows both brows, turning her head. “she’s what?”

“you know.” you make some strange gesture with your hands that only confuse hanni further. 

“i don’t, just fake date her.”

“she wouldn’t agree.”

“sure she would, let me call her!”

you shoot up and look at hanni with an expression that screams ‘are you out of your mind?’ as she finds danielle’s contact on her phone. 

before you can stop her, you hear a ringing sound and feel your body give up. hanni grins at you when danielle picks up five seconds later, both of you hearing a friendly, “hi!” as you back away from her.

“hey mo dani!” hanni greets, giving you a shit eating smirk. “miss l/n has a question for you.”

“she’s with you?” danielle’s voice is sweet like honey even from the phone. “hi!”

“hey!” you greet a little awkwardly, glaring at hanni. 

“y/n was wondering if you could date her.” 

eyes widening, you leap and grab the phone from hanni immediately, sputtering out jumbles of words nervously, “n-no! i mean, yeah… but not for real.” 

“oh,” you hear danielle respond lowly from the end of the phone. “wait, i’m confused.”

hanni watches you close your eyes tightly, clearly flustered and thrown off by her little antics. 

“y/n came over to ask me to date her, not actually, but just like, pretend.” hanni explains, “her coworker is still in love with her.”

“sarah?” you hear from the other end of the phone. “i thought you rejected her like, three months ago.”

“i did, but she’s still… ugh.” you flop onto the bed again and danielle hears hanni laughing in the background. “she’s still stuck on me i think, i don’t know, she’s been so…”

“if it’ll stop bothering you then i’ll help!”

“you will?” you respond, shocked. hanni mouths an i told you, then gets shoved. 

“yeah! i don’t want my best friend being so bothered, it must make you uncomfy too, right? working with someone who likes you?”

you start to wonder if danielle would be uncomfortable in a similar situation, maybe in one where she’s friends with someone who likes her, but she’s unaware of that. you shake your head, clearing your mind and staying present.

“kind of, it’s just… extra stress.”

“okay, then let’s date!” she beams, you can picture her eyes scrunching and smile growing. you want to die (affectionate) just thinking of it. “this should be fun!”

“thanks for helping out dani, thanks so much. i’ll let you be, okay? gotta go um… run errands.” 

“alright! just text me, bye, love you.” the call ends and you sigh again, feeling yourself sink deeper into hanni’s sheets.

hanni is very much your mortal enemy, she still doesn’t know why you’re so distraught because of danielle. whatever the reason may be, it makes her cackle next to you.

–

it’s nine in the morning, you didn’t have time to pregame the lecture on microbiology with at least three shots of espresso, and you’re yawning as you leave the room.

you hear your name being called out and turn to see no one other than the feeling of hot chocolate on a cold, snowy day turned into a person walking towards you – danielle.

“hey! hi.” she greets, smiling wide. her hair is clipped up and small strands of her hair stick out cutely. “hey baby.” 

you almost choke. “what?”

“did you forget we’re dating now?”

“oh.” dating, but is it even that if it’s not real? “um, hey babe?” it comes out uncertain and danielle laughs.

“wow, you suck at this – it’s okay, we’ll work on it.” she giggles, then links her arms with you. “let’s go get coffee, i need it in my system right now. oh my god, it’s our first date!”

laughing to hopefully fade away all signs of being flustered to oblivion, you tighten your arm that’s locked with hers. “right, yeah.”

you’re going on a ‘date’ with the prettiest girl on campus, she’s paying for your iced americano with oat milk splashed into it, and she’s smiling at you like you’re laughter in the rain. this can’t be good for you, it can’t be — it’s not. you wonder whether this will be worth it in the end because your coworker doesn’t even know about any of it.

(yet.)

–

before your next shift with your delusional coworker, you and danielle have already conjured up a storyline and backstory for your whole arrangement.

you two conversed for an hour after walking towards the park near her apartment and sitting down next to each other on the swings like kids. danielle was giggling and you were smiling at how charming she looked. unfortunately, you found yourself falling even harder for her just from making up the whole fake story.

danielle suggested keeping it simple, but cute: you two met at the library she worked at, you found her cute and exchanged numbers, went on a few dates, and have been girlfriends for nearly two months.

“but i literally told sarah that i wasn’t looking for anything.” you explain, sighing as you kick the mulch on the ground. that’s what you had said, but what you meant was that you’ve been looking for danielle the whole time. “she won’t believe it.”

“well,” danielle gives you a cheeky look and giggles. “i managed to charm you in a way that pushed that whole idea aside. that’s not too unbelievable, right?” she winks at you and you feel your heart stop momentarily.

you scoff playfully and snicker, “oh shut up.”

“it’s part of the story! are you saying i have no charm…”

she has too much charm. 

“dani, you’re such a dork.”

“a dork that caught your heart! i think this story is perfect.”

pushing aside the slight ache in your heart and the flush in your cheeks, the two of you formulate a first date story: you took her out bowling, where you lost terribly to her (danielle insisted this detail had to be included), and then you both had dessert together at your place. 

it’s not a terrible story, not at all. even hanni would be impressed, but you’re not going to tell her because she’d tease you both relentlessly, and you’re not sure your heart could handle that.

–

danielle walks you into work holding your hand, your coworker, sarah, watches the whole thing.

a pretty girl (pretty is an understatement in your opinion) smiles at you while walking you in, she’s telling you about the little kids she read to the other day and you can’t help but marvel at the excitement coursing through her.

she drops you off near the register right before the small ‘employees only’ sign, then holds both of your hands and looks at you like you’re a flower that’s just bloomed beautifully.

she pauses, observing you closely, then smiles wider. “okay, i’ll get going sweetheart.” the pet name makes you swallow subtly. “have fun at work!”

she takes her hands away from yours, making your skin feel a little colder. “bye, see you.”

danielle glances at your coworker, who’s looking at her with something mixed with confusion, anger, and a hint of disgust. she then looks back at you – a better sight in her opinion – smiling and waving once more before walking away.

you stay there, frozen for a few seconds, before walking behind the counter and setting your bag down.

as you grab your apron, you catch sarah in your peripheral and turn to greet her. “oh, hey.”

“who was that?” she asks immediately. “what’s up with the ‘sweetheart?’”

you grin as while tightening the lace of your apron, then respond, “my girlfriend.” and it feels wonderful rolling off your tongue.

“what? i thought you didn’t want anything?”

“you still in love with me or something?”

she feels her throat dry as she looks at you pat down your apron. “w-what?” she stutters, shaking her head. “no, why would i be…” her tone isn’t convincing, and neither is she when she adds, “it’s just… what’s with the change of heart?”

“she’s really charming,” the thought of danielle begging you to mention that makes you blush. “i like her a lot.”

sarah fights back a frown, instead, her lips twitch into a forced smile as she walks past you to tend to a customer.

–

danielle picks you up from work just to tighten the knot, and sarah also witnesses all of it.

both you and your coworker get off at closing, and after locking the doors, you run into danielle. 

she’s standing outside in a baby tee and jeans, a cap perched jauntily on her head. the moment she sees you, her face lights up into a pretty smile, and you instinctively return it. she rushes over, wrapping her arms around you in a warm hug. as she pulls back, she scans you with a playful yet affectionate gaze, her eyes lingering on you with a mixture of admiration and curiosity.

“sweetheart! i missed you.”

“i missed you too dani– baby…” you mutter the last part shyly, making danielle giggle. “you came? it’s late.”

“i wanted to pick you up, can your girlfriend not do that?”

it still sends a shiver down your spine – hearing danielle call you that. you rub the back of your neck and look away nervously, then respond, “of course not, i’m just surprised.”

sarah looks at the two of you, scoffing under her breath. danielle hears it, turning to look at her and grin, raising her brows along with it before meeting you again. she places a hand on your shoulder, then mumbles, “well, hanni called us over, i wanted to scoop you.”

“ohhh,” it makes sense now, she wouldn’t willingly pick you up just because of the whole ‘fake dating’ thing, there had to be a motive. “alright. i can drive? if you’d like, you know. you must be tired from work too.”

“aw, you’d do that?”

“i um,” you cough, avoiding her eyes again because she’s making you feel all flustered without doing much. “yeah, it’s nothing… baby…”

she grabs your hand, fingers intertwining before dragging you along to her small suv, then handing you her keys. 

your coworker groans now that you two are further, narrowing her eyes at danielle when she turns back not so subtly to make sure sarah is looking. any normal person would back off, getting the hint that the person they want is unavailable, but sarah sees it as a challenge, somehow.

there’s nothing she can’t achieve when she puts her mind to it, that’s her mindset.

you’re oblivious to how insane she is, too clouded with how touchy and giggly danielle is after the whole interaction when teh two of you get in the car.

–

danielle sits besides you on hanni’s couch, leaning against you a bit. “yeah, she gave me a glare, it was kind of funny.”

“pftt– i guess it’s working then?” hanni asks, walking over to hand you two juice from her fridge. danielle takes it happily and it makes you smile a little. 

“i hope so.” you sip on your peach juice. “but she’s like, clinically insane.”

“is she?” danielle questions, tilting her head as her hand finds its way to your bicep. you blush.

“dude, she was crazy.” hanni rubs her temple. “like, oh my god, she was going insane for a good while because y/n didn’t want her like that. i saw their messages and–”

“okay i’ll tell the story thank you.” you scoff. “she’s really competitive, and i guess new to romance? considering how she reacted i don’t know, she’s very…”

“sensitive?” danielle asks – you shake your head.

“i mean no, but kind of. she would get jealous over me really easily and was kind of codependent, like everything i do affects her or something. i’d just go on my day, but she’d always be so reliant on me and text me so often and i just… it’s so much.”

“ah, i see. how long has it been since you rejected her?”

“a few months. i thought she stopped liking me since it’s been so long, but lately there’s been tension and she’s looking at me how she used to…” hanni listens closely as she watches you rub your forehead, looking a little distraught. “i just, oh my god she has terrible attachment issues it’s concerning. the only thing i could think of was pretending to date someone.”

danielle nods in understanding.

“yeah, one time i went to see y/n at work and she looked so like… hostile. that’s not normal, we’re visibly friends.” hanni adds.

you know the exact afternoon that it happened, what hanni mentioned that is. 

she had pulled up to drop something off, and you teasingly flirted with her, hugging her as thanks. afterward, you rang up one of her orders and played with her fingers, a little habit you had developed to annoy her. despite the evident look of disgust and annoyance on hanni’s face, your coworker—who allegedly liked you a bit too much—looked like hanni had just slapped you in the face or spat at you.

long story short, hanni glanced over to see the coworker glaring at her menacingly. in response, hanni poked at you once more before hurrying out with a latte in her hand, confused and slightly terrified.

“yeah she’s… got a bitch face.”

“it’s not normal to glare at people that simply interact with your coworker…” danielle mumbles. “i’m sorry to hear that.”

you wave your hand, giggling lightly. “it’s nothing, really. i mean, i just don’t want her to be so obsessed and stuck on me, i think us pretending to date should tame the fire.”

pretending. 

the word makes both you and danielle tense up.

–

you clock in again, greeting sarah. 

she smiles brightly at you, waving and you have to make a little gesture to remind her there’s a customer in line. sarah turns away bashfully, then takes the man’s order with a hint of attitude. you’re not very fond of that.

he orders an americano, so you immediately get to work, weighing out grinds of espresso, tamping it down, and pulling two shots. as you do so, sarah pulls up next to you and nudges your shoulder.

“hey,”

“hi.” you respond, not looking up from the cup in your hand. “did you need something?”

“that t-shirt looks good on you, have you been working out?”

you feel uneasy the moment she says it, swallowing a lump in your throat. you pour the two shots over the hot water and force a response, “thanks, and um, no.” before calling out the order.

sarah continues to watch you closely as you throw away the used espresso, then says, “your girlfriend didn’t drop you?”

“she’s working.”

“right. i’d find a way to drop off my girlfriend anytime that i could.”

“good for you?” you look her in the eye again, clenching your jaw. 

“you don’t post her much on your socials either, are you guys really a thing?”

fuck. 

you scoff, “what kind of question is that? of course… i just… don’t post much. we’re still kind of new to this.”

“right, she’s not even your lockscreen.”

“i’m going to grab some beans from the back,” you interrupt, redirecting the conversation away from the topic of your alleged girlfriend. sarah narrows her eyes at you as you turn away from her, stepping away and disappearing towards the storage area.

once you’re alone, you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling the weight of the strange interrogation settle on you. there was an unmistakable hostility in sarah’s tone, a sharp edge that cut through the air. hanni’s right, she always is. the mere thought of enduring six more hours with sarah makes you want to crawl into a hole. her jealousy is palpable, and it eats away at you, gnawing at your nerves.

you pull out your phone and quickly dial danielle, pacing back and forth as you wait for her to pick up.

“hello?” she responds less than ten seconds later. “what’s up?”

“she’s catching on, kind of. i think she’s jealous.” 

“sarah?”

“yes.” you groan, then lean your back against the wall. “i can’t work like this.”

“i’ll come over? do you need me to?”

“no, but can we meet after? i think we need to be more public, if that’s okay.”

you hear her confusion through the phone. “what? public?”

“like, soft launch or something. i just need to make it obvious that i’m quote on quote dating someone – you. and we need a lockscreen together.”

a giggle is heard on the other end of the line, “oh wow.” danielle mumbles teasingly, “this is pretty serious.”

“i hope i die.”

“aw, don’t say that babe. just come over to the library after, okay? good luck on your shift! i have to clock in soon too.”

“can we meet at my place?”

“anything is fine, that’s alright.”

“i literally owe you my first born, dani.”

“it’s nothing, this is quite entertaining.” she says, and you smile with the phone at your ear. “call me later, okay? send me updates.” 

“right, yeah.” you almost whisper, “thank you.”

“it’s nothing, sweetheart.” her laugh is infused into the sentence, making your chest burn.

–

“this is so dumb.” 

you are so dumb. this isn’t helping your case.

hanni and minji are fighting back laughter while you try to naturally rest your hand on danielles knuckles. you’re stiff and it looks anything but natural. 

the angle you take the picture at makes it look awkward, and the picture’s quality sucks too. 

“just relax.” danielle says, then holds your hand instead. “here, let me take the picture.”

you’re trying to keep your cool while minji and hanni watch and danielle, the prettiest girl you know, holds your hand and scoots closer to you in order to ‘soft launch’ your fraud of a relationship. her hand is nice in yours, her skin is soft, and she’s so close you can smell the vanilla fragrance she uses. 

danielle snaps a quick picture, then the rest of the bunch – including you – scoot over to look at the picture.

“well would you look at that! it’s perfect.” danielle beams, grinning at her work. “post that one.”

“holy shit.” minji says in awe. “no yeah, you could fool me with that.”

“anyone could fool you, dumbass.” you snicker, looking up at her and smirking.

“i hate you.”

“oh, i guess you don’t want free food from my work…?” 

minji groans, making you laugh. 

danielle’s hand is still in yours, you don’t fully register it until you realize you need both hands to post a picture on your instagram story. she seems a bit disappointed when you let go, though you barely notice – and even if you did, you might just chalk it up to your imagination.

it's fun, no doubt about it. yet, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to take pictures of you and danielle that aren’t staged or orchestrated. you long for authenticity, capturing moments that are mundane and candid.

the thought lingers in your mind the whole time, even as you pose with your back to the camera, pretending to cook alongside danielle. it's all set up and artificial, every movement planned out, yet danielle starts giggling and leaning into you – a spontaneous gesture not part of your last-minute brainstorming. 

her laughter is genuine, her touch warm, and it makes you wonder if maybe, just maybe, not everything is as fake as it seems.

–

you wake up from your nap and groan as your ringtone renders you awake. blindly, you slap your hand in every direction on the bed until you feel it under your other pillow. someone’s calling you, that’s all you can make out since there’s a red and green circle. 

tiredly, you mumble, “hello?”

“hi! are you busy?” it’s danielle’s voice responding, shaking you awake. 

“oh, um, no.” you say as you sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes and running a hand through your hair. “are you okay? did something happen?”

“i’m fine! i was just wondering if you were free. you sound tired, were you sleeping?”

“i just took a power nap that’s all. what was it that you need?”

“oh, sorry to wake you.”

“it’s fine, seriously.” 

“well,” she starts, “i was just wondering if you wanted to go out together?”

“oh, me?”

you hear her giggle through the phone and smile softly. “i mean, i am calling y/n, aren’t i?”

“yeah, you are.”

“and i’m asking you, my girlfriend, to hangout. it’s like a date!”

“we’re not actually dating danielle, you don’t have to pretend when we’re calling and alone.” you say quietly, pursing your lips.

it’s not that you hate it, danielle being all lovely and playing the role of your girlfriend too well. the thing is, it feels like you’re getting led on, and the way she is just gives you false hope to something real.

danielle feels a little ache in her heart when you respond like that, but she pushes it away for the time being.

“i don’t mind it, it’s fun!” she beams. “anyway, there’s free ice cream downtown for couples, do you want to grab some?”

“is there? yeah, i’m down. do you want to take the metro?” 

“that’s perfect, there’s probably so much traffic.”

“alright, i can scoop you and take us to the station in fifteen minutes, okay?”

“perfect.” she closes the conversation, and the call ends.

you flop down on the bed again, just for a moment. your eyes are fixated on the ceiling above as you breathe in, thinking about everything. 

you and danielle aren’t dating, not for real. it’s just a show, a sham. she simply wants to hang out for free ice cream, nothing more. you know this. you set yourself up for this whole fake dating thing—well, kind of, considering hanni was the culprit behind this whole arrangement.

it’s already been over a month, and danielle doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, treating the whole thing as no big deal. you must be insane; you can’t keep doing this knowing your feelings are growing and she most definitely doesn’t feel anything real. it’s just to benefit you, and she’s a great friend who’s willing to help you out. yet, each time you pretend, it gets harder to separate your act from reality.

despite the turmoil, you’re up and finding a change of clothes in order to make danielle happy. because even if she’s not your girlfriend, she’s your friend and you love her regardless.

(sometimes the love you have claws you from the inside.)

–

danielle clings to your arm the whole way down to the city. sometimes she clings a little tighter than usual, then goes silent, and it makes you breathe deeply.

it takes a few wrong turns and teasing to get to the icecream place, there’s already a long line with actual couples. you feel out of place in a way; there’s partners holding the other by the waist from behind, setting their heads on top of the others. a few are just holding hands or lingering close and you can just sense all the love and adoration in the air. 

you swallow shallowly, tensing your jaw because danielle is close to you, but not because you two are something more than friends.

“wow, so many lovebirds.” she says in awe, gazing around.

“uh huh.” you feel her hand slide down your forearm, then her fingers intertwine with yours as she looks up at you. “hm?”

“to seal the deal.” she shrugs, smiling. “plus, your hands are big… and warm.”

“you have small hands.”

“perfect fit for yours.” she giggles playfully, making you do the same. “what flavors did you want? it’s two scoops for free.”

“you can pick both, i don’t mind.”

“what? c’mon, you should pick one.”

“no, you wanted ice cream. i’m just here to make you happy.” you admit, tightening your grip on her hand. 

she starts to respond, but stops for a few seconds. you watch her look away bashfully, staring at the ground and grinning to herself. she shakes her head, then says, “you’re so lovely…”

“pfttt, i just want you to be happy, seriously.”

“you know,” she begins, looking at you again. “whoever manages to become your girlfriend would be real lucky.”

“oh.” your lips twitch into less of a smile and you pause for a moment. “maybe.”

“this fake dating thing is making me realize that you’re such girlfriend material.”

a small laugh stifles the tension and awkwardness in you, “thanks? you are too.”

“am i?”

“yeah.” you stare into her eyes, shes everything you could wish for in a person. “very.”

before danielle can respond, the line moves, and it’s time for the two of you to decide on two flavors. it takes a while to do so, with you declining the offer to chime in and pick a flavor you want, danielle was the one to invite you out anyway. but she looks at you with puppy eyes, pouts, then puts a hand on the side of your bicep and it makes you cave in.

the final choices are salted caramel and coffee.

danielle holds the cup in one hand, drags you away from the area littered with lovey dovey couples – some being too lovey, considering they can’t seem to get away from each other – and leads you blindly towards a small alley in a neighborhood until a bench comes into view. she pulls you towards it eagerly, making you laugh until you’re both sitting next to each other.

you frown a little as you look at the ice cream in the cup. “some of it is melted.”

“not all of it!” danielle beams, then scroops a spoonful of the coffee side – the flavor you ended up choosing. “you have the first taste.” she says, bringing it closer to your mouth.

“wait, you should have it.”

“too late,” she starts to move it in a circular motion, saying, “ahhh~” as she does so.

you scoff, then lean forward and all of it is in your mouth in one bite. danielle watches your eyes light up.

“it’s good.” you mutter, then grab the other spoon to scoop the other flavor. you mirror what danielle did before, making her laugh just as much. “open wiiiiide~”

“ahhh~”

you snicker before moving the spoon into her mouth, she closes it and smiles immediately, melting in place despite the ice cream being pretty cold. 

the street lights make her look precious, highlighting the satisfaction on her face because of some simple ice cream she’d gotten for free. you want to see her this happy everyday and as much as you can. 

a small hint of ice cream is on the corner of her lips, it urges you to bring your hand over and wipe it off with your thumb. danielle stops savoring the dessert, instead, focusing on you. 

“sorry, there was… yeah.”

“mhm.” danielle says, staring at your lips. “it’s really good.”

“i can tell.” you turn away, feeling flustered when she looks at you like that. “let me try your flavor.”

the two of you continue to eat ice cream together, subconsciously scooting closer and closer as you share it. danielle’s head ends up on your shoulder when the cup is empty in your hand, silent in her place.

you don’t budge, mainly because she seems comfortable and you don’t mind ruining your posture a bit if it’s for her. she sighs contentedly, moving her hand over to hold yours in the midst of the moment, slotting together effortlessly. she doesn’t say anything, but you feel her lean into you a little more.

“you okay?”

“just happy.”

“ah,” you rub your thumb against her skin. “that’s good.”

“being with you makes me really happy.”

“being with you makes me happier.” you say softly, staring at your hands aligned seamlessly. “do you want to stay here for a bit longer?”

“please.”

“it’s getting late.”

“i know, just a bit longer.” danielle says.

just a bit longer. if only the whole arrangement could last forever, if only you two could be this close and warm for lightyears.

minutes pass, and neither of you move, lost in the comforting silence. the only shift comes when you turn your head to press a gentle kiss into her hair. danielle feels perfectly in place, her heart fluttering at the tender gesture. a soft smile spreads across her face, a silent acknowledgment of the moment's sweetness.

–

the night prior had to be a dream, it was too perfect. it was the realest you’ve felt with danielle, the closest to something romantic. it was even enough to consider that she felt the same, and you’d love to revel in that possibility, but you have to restock the beans and cups quickly before tending to the drinks.

there’s only thirty more minutes until your shift ends, it feels like eternity.

sarah catches you smiling to yourself throughout the shift, biting the inside of her lip. she’s filled with all too much: anger, jealously, dissapointment, and really just everything that makes her uneasy. 

she still can’t believe it, you had gone on a whole tangent telling her you couldn’t be in a relationship and now you’re being a complete loser in front of her. she hates it, she wants it to be her that makes you smile randomly throughout the day.

what pisses her off more, and truly makes her lose all hope, is when you go from looking tired and drained to bubbly and smiley as soon as a familiar figure starts walking toward the counter. 

she watches you check the time on the register, your smile widening because you can clock out and be with danielle, who’s waiting just across the counter. the change in your demeanor is undeniable, and it stings sarah to see the joy that danielle effortlessly brings out in you.

you walk over to danielle, reaching for her hand. “hey.”

“hi.” the way danielle says it makes your chest warm and sarah nearly gags in return.

what makes sarah's shoulders sink, her heart drop, and her frown deepen is when danielle suddenly kisses your cheek. 

the shock is evident on your face as you stand frozen, your hand instinctively moving to hover over the spot where danielle's lips had just been. the tenderness of the moment is overwhelming, and sarah can't help but feel a profound sense of loss. the realization that your heart belongs entirely to danielle crushes any lingering hopes she had, leaving her to face the painful truth.

“w-what was that for?” you look over and make eye contact with sarah, who’s grimacing. “there’s um, you know… bystanders.”

“i missed you, so much. i couldn’t stop thinking about you.” danielle says simply, not bothering that sarah is the only one who’s witnessing this, and from a few feet away too. “do you want to get dinner?”

“it’s three in the afternoon silly.”

“well, anything is fine. we should study before we eat! i heard the module mr. lee assigned us was really helpful for…” 

the rest of what danielle says doesn’t register in your coworker’s mind. she studies you closely, her frown deepening with each passing second. it’s painfully clear to her now—you’re genuinely in love with danielle, and there's nothing she can do to change that. the way you look at danielle, like a child seeing a rainbow for the first time, leaves no room for doubt. 

it dawns on her that giving up is the only option, and she feels a pang of resignation settling in her chest.

–

nearly three months have passed and both of you have still been ‘pretending.’

neither of you acknowledge that it’s fake, not during the weekly dates, study sessions, and late night walks or movie nights that end up in the two of you falling asleep together. danielle doesn’t think twice when kissing your cheek here and there, even your knuckles when she thinks you’re asleep. 

you figure that maybe it’s okay to kiss her cheek too sometimes because she’s her lips turn each time. and when you pick her up for weekly dates, she happily jumps into the passengers seat of your car as if it weren’t just a mutual agreement. sarah has already given up, considering she seems defeated, and you wonder if you should too. 

you can’t tell if it’s just how danielle is, which eats you inside. everything feels all too real, and your feelings only grow more unbearable.

–

you shouldn’t have let jimin drag you out to minjeong’s party. she’s already left the moment you stepped into the house, she’s probably gotten a hold of a drink already.

jimin had noticed how deeply stressed you've been lately. your responses were slower, your shoulders seemed permanently slumped, and the stress was practically etched into your face. being one of your closest friends, jimin decided that it was time for a change. she was determined to get you out and help you relax, knowing how crucial it was for your well-being (and social life, to be completely real).

walking around, you scan the crowd for a familiar face. unfortunately, the only people you recognize are sunghoon and jake, who have a history of hitting on you despite your clear disinterest. they still haven't grasped that you're a lesbian. you quickly decide to steer clear of them.

the only reason you’re here is because you’ve been throwing yourself into your studies, staying late at the gym, and doing too much to avoid danielle – or even the thought of her.

(which is unfortunately impossible since every little thing reminds you of her.

the flowers on the counter at your work remind you of her smile, the couch in your apartment is where you two have spent hours together, and really, you’re hopeless.)

you find jimin outside on the porch with her other friends that you’ve only talked to once or twice. they’re all talking about something, clearly tipsy, and you’re walking over to linger near your friend.

“y/n! oh my gosh girl, where have you been? come here, have a drink!” jimin grabs your arm, pulling you in and hugging you like she hasn’t seen you in forever. “here, take a shot.”

she hands you a shot of what you assume is some cheap vodka, you didn’t even have time to pregame for this. you’re not against drinking, not at all, if anything you’re all for it. there’s videos of you in groupchats shotgunning beer and finishing with barely any reaction – but tonight, you don’t know if you’re in the mood for it.

one won’t hurt, maybe it’ll erase danielle from your mind for a moment.

“fine.” you grab the small glass, then bring it to your lips and cock your head back, eyes pinching for a brief moment as you swallow. “shit,” you mumble, “give me another.”

you don’t know what has taken over, because you’re downing two more without hesitation. jimin laughs and smiles proudly at you.

for a brief moment, everything feels fine. the music blasting from inside the house, a mix of charli xcx and the chatter of your friends mocking one of your professors and jake, makes you laugh out loud. amidst the chaos, you find a beer in your hand, and somehow, you manage to tolerate the taste. wonyoung appears too, and hands you another after you quickly finish the first. you accept it, even though you're already starting to feel a bit fuzzy.

jimin looks at minjeong with a sparkle in her eyes, and you subtly push her a little closer until their shoulders touch. they exchange smiles, and you watch, feeling proud of your matchmaking. 

your heart sinks as it suddenly reminds you all too much of danielle. the fondness and spark between jimin and minjeong make you frown, your grip on the beer tightening as the bittersweet memories flood back.

“fuck,” you practically whisper. “i need to, i’m going to get more um, drinks.” 

“hm? okay.” jimin says quickly, then turns back to the girl she’s linking arms with.

your head pounds, so you gulp down the can of beer in your hand, then crumple it and toss it toward a trash bin in your line of sight. 

as you make your way to the kitchen, you spot a bottle of vodka and pour yourself a shot into a plastic cup you found. the liquid burns your throat, intensifying the ache in your head. despite this, you pour another shot, perhaps a bit too generously, hoping to numb the growing pain and the emotions clawing at your heart.

the room feels like it’s spinning, you’re walking down some hall and blinking and blinking until you reach a bathroom. thankfully, no one is making out in it, but you check the shower for safety measures. 

you’re finally alone, groaning as you fall against the wall of the bathroom and slide down until you’re sitting on the bathroom floor.

clumsily, you grab your phone from your back pocket. the screen lights up to a picture of you and danielle, cheeks squished together and smiling. 

you stare at it for too long, your breath hitching and your vision blurring as the ache in your head intensifies. the happy memory contrasts sharply with the heaviness you feel now, making it all the more difficult to look away. she just looks so cute in it.

you tap your screen again, and another picture of her appears. it’s a picture of her asleep in the passengers seat, head tilted uncomfortably and lips parted slightly. you had set up your lock screen to cycle through images of danielle, initially to fool sarah, but also because seeing danielle’s face as soon as you pick up your phone makes you feel at ease. each photo captures her different expressions—laughing, pouting, lost in thought—and they all make you grin. 

the happiness you feel is bittersweet, knowing it’s all part of an arrangement that feels increasingly real to you.

your vision is a little unclear, but somehow it sharpens just so you can see her perfectly.

“fuck,” you gasp out, unlocking your phone and trying to navigate to your recent calls. you had called hanni earlier and she had just been lounging at her place. you figure that she’d be able to take you away from here.

you squint, pressing on the contact that has a and n, assuming it’s hanni, then wait as the phone rings.

“hello?”

“hanni, i’m… can you pick me up?”

“y/n?” her voice is muffled when it reaches your ears, “are you okay? what happened, where are you?”

“jimin… dragged me out. i drank… soooo much.”

“y/n, oh my gosh.”

“hanni, stay on the line, please.”

“i’m not–” the voice cuts off, you drop your phone on the carpet. “hello?”

“you have my location… right.” you slur, head leaning against the wall even more. “hanni i can’t do it anymore.”

“y/n, i’m on my way. are you alright?”

“hanni, i can’t.” you groan, staring up into space. “i don’t want to fake date danielle anymore. it feels too real, i hate it.”

silence follows before you hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

“you can’t? why, why didn’t you tell her?”

“she seems happy, and… we just, don’t acknowledge that it’s not real.”

“y/n…” 

danielle sits in her car, heart sinking. 

you dialed her on accident, and it doesn't seem like you know it’s her. 

“please come. please.”

danielle gulps, feeling tears forming in her eyes. 

–

danielle scavenges through the house your location on her phone has brought you to, looking around for you helplessly. 

she makes her way to the porch and spots jimin, who’s hands are on minjeongs neck as she holds her in place. danielle walks over, not wanting to disturb the intimacy, but you’re her biggest priority, so she’s willing to do so.

“jimin,”

she turns around, looking at danielle confusingly. “oh, when did you get here?”

“where’s y/n?”

“hmmm… she went to get drinks a while ago, she hasn’t come back yet. try the kitchen?”

“okay, thank you.” danielle says hurriedly, then rushes back inside.

she checks the kitchen, only to see jake and sunghoon with beers in their hands as they cackle loudly. you’re nowhere in sight, making her bite her lip in frustration.

danielle goes through every room on the first floor until she reaches a bathroom. she pushes the door open, and it suddenly stops, hitting someone. a groan escapes from behind the door.

"i'm so sorry!" danielle rushes out, peeking around the door to see who she’s just collided with. "y/n?" she gasps, eyes widening in recognition and concern.

you’re sitting against the wall, hair tousled and cheeks red. there’s a white tank top hugging you, the thin straps of it loose against your skin from your posture. 

“hanni?” you look up, squinting. “i wanna go home.” 

you see the figure move closer to you and close the door, then she squats down and you realize it’s not hanni. danielle comes into view, her eyebrows creased with concern. your cheeks flush even harder, and your lips part.

she puts a hand on your forehead, then cups her cheeks with both. “are you okay?”

“you’re not… hanni.”

danielle’s shoulders fall down a bit. “hanni um,” danielle hates lying, but she’s doing it now to save you from spiraling. “she sent me over.”

“oh.” the response from you cracks her heart slightly. “okay.”

"let's go," she says firmly, helping you up. despite being taller and more muscular than her, you lean on her for support. danielle manages to steady you with surprising ease, guiding you out of the bathroom and through the house, her grip strong and unwavering.

–

you collapse onto danielle’s couch and groan, your body is limp against the cushions.

a few moments later, she comes back with a cup of water, placing it on the coffee table before she sits you up. she tilts your chin up and you look at her with wonder as she grabs the cup and holds it to your lips, “drink.”

“mhm.” you mumble, sipping slowly and swallowing. 

your vision clears slightly, though it might just be danielle who’s grounding you. her concerned eyes meet yours, and while guilt tugs at you, you're also captivated by her beauty in this moment. you're drunk and out of your mind, thoughts muddled and unfocused.

“pretty.” you sigh dreamily. 

“y/n,” her voice is laced with uneasiness. “drink more water.”

“okay.”

“and stay the night, okay? you um, left…” she swallows hard, fighting back a frown. “you left your clothes here, i’ll go grab them.”

“can you stay with me though? will you? i really… just… i want you here.” 

danielle bites the inside of her lip, her eyes wide with confusion. just moments ago, you had admitted that you wanted to stop the whole ‘relationship’—that it had become too intense, too overwhelming. and now, you’re asking her to stay? her mind spins with the jarring shift in emotions.

you lean in, clinging onto her. danielle feels the warmth of your breath and the softness of your nose brushing against her neck. the touch sends a shiver through her, and she swallows hard, struggling to steady her breathing. as you pull back, your faces are mere inches apart. you lock eyes with her, your gaze heavy with so much. 

there’s a lump in her throat. “okay.”

–

danielle wakes up with you on top of her and your head in the crook of her neck. she hears you breathing softly and subconsciously, her hand slides into your hair.

why are you so confusing? danielle wonders, twirling your hair with her pointer finger. is this what you really want?

you’re incredibly considerate, a trait that’s always shone brightly. the way you go out of your way for her—planning dates, cherishing every moment together, simply because it makes her happy—fills her with a bittersweet feeling. she adores these shared moments, savoring the illusion of authenticity. but now that it’s clear that all of it strains you, it weighs heavily on her heart.

you stir awake, your breath warm and rhythmic against danielle's skin. as you hum softly, her cheeks flush a delicate pink. she feels the gentle pressure of your arms tightening around her, pulling her closer. you shift, nestling deeper into her, finding a more comfortable position. each movement sends a shiver through danielle, leaving her heart fluttering like crazy at eight in the morning.

she doesn’t know what to do.

–

danielle doesn’t ask you out or come over the whole week, excusing herself by saying she’s busy or caught up with things. of course, you don’t comment on it – she’s not really your girlfriend, you shouldn’t expect her time and affection. 

but then another week passes by and you don’t get any texts back, sometimes she even leaves you on delivered for hours. that’s not like her at all. 

you catch her in class and she’s still the same danielle you know – bubbly, pretty, and sweet – but that’s really the only time you see her these days. 

it’s confusing, all too confusing, so you barge into hanni’s apartment on a thursday evening because she’s the only one you can rant to about this.

“you didn’t even text me–”

“oh my god i think danielle fucking hates me.”

hanni lets you storm in, walking towards her room and flop onto her own bed. you look devasted, especially when you rub your face in your hands and groan loudly.

“okay, first of all: why the hell would she? second of all: yeah, why… why would she…?”

“she’s been avoiding me and i have no fucking clue why.”

“dude what.” 

you recount the entire story to hanni, animatedly illustrating every detail with exaggerated hand gestures. “so, jimin practically dragged me out to unwind, and i ended up drunk out of my mind!” you say. your hands wave dramatically, punctuating the story as you describe stumbling around, the room spinning, and how the whole ordeal felt like a whirlwind. 

hanni watches, her amusement growing as you explain the night’s events. “jesus.”

“yeah, and then danielle came and picked me up.”

“she did?”

“yeah… you called her over… didn’t you?”

“dude, what are you talking about.”

you pause, looking at her with confusion evident all over your face. then grab your phone, heart feeling strained when you see danielle posing with a stuffed animal that one time – out of many –  you two went to the mall together. you click on the phone app, looking at your recent calls and scrolling down to roughly two weeks ago.

you see hanni’s contact name, and then danielles after.

“hanni, did i… did i call you that night? two weeks ago, the friday night i went out.”

“dude you only called me that morning or something, you left something here.”

“oh my fucking god.” you gasp, putting a hand over your mouth. “oh my god.”

“y/n what.”

“i drunk dialed dani and i thought it was you. she told me you sent her to grab me…”

“what did you say to her?” hanni asks, looking at you with slight worry.

you groan, rubbing your face again. “i… i said i didn’t want to fake date her anymore.”

“oh, well that’s not too bad.”

“no, i remember it somehow. i said i hated it.”

your best friend looks at you, confused again. “you do?”

“yeah, but like, no?” you groan once more and fall onto the bed again. “hanni, i’ve… i’ve liked danielle since first semester.”

“oh.”

“yeah, oh.”

“you’ve been fake dating and simultaneously in love with her?”

you sigh. “yes.”

“holy shit.”

“yeah. i think she took it the wrong way, maybe she thinks i hate her?”

“you need to talk to her.”

“she doesn’t want to see me.”

“no, she’s so fond of you. i honestly think she likes you back.”

“okay it’s not the time for that–”

“shut the hell up bro.” hanni pinches your cheek and you slap her hand away. she begins again, “dude, she rambles about you and shit. there were times i actually thought you guys were really dating.”

“i wish.”

“then make it come true!” hanni groans. she pulls you up, then puts both hands on your shoulder. “you need to go talk to her, stop being a pussy.” 

“it’s not that–” 

your phone vibrates in your hand, snapping you out of your animated retelling. instinctively, you glance down and see a notification from danielle. hanni notices the shift in your expression, quirking an eyebrow as you stare at the screen, looking visibly distressed. she leans closer, peeking at the notification.

as your face unlocks the phone, the text is revealed: "can you come over? we should talk." your mouth drops open slightly in shock, and hanni mirrors your expression. the room suddenly feels heavy.

“dude.” hanni points at the screen – the obvious. “she–”

“fuck me.” you mutter, “fuck me.”

“dumbass,” hanni says, pushing you off her bed. you curse and look at her with “what the fuck?” written all over your face. hanni stands up and continues to push you out her room, saying, “go see your ‘girlfriend,’ even if it’s not real you better go talk to mo dani.”

you sigh, pushing her off you and grabbing your things before you walk towards hanni’s apartment door. you stare at the handle, then the text, and linger for a moment. hanni puts a hand on your shoulder and you look at her.

“i’m fucking terrified.”

“well you’ll feel even worse if you don’t go, so go.” hanni urges, opening the door and nudging you out.

–

the air is cold, it’s really just cold outside and it makes you shiver more than you already are just from the thought of the interaction.

you’re outside danielle’s work, sitting on the steps because you can’t bring yourself to go in and approach her directly. maybe it makes you a coward, but you’ve always been nervous about seeing her willingly and making the first move. the minutes stretch on, each one making you more anxious, but you can't help it. the thought of facing her, of initiating that crucial conversation, ties your stomach in knots. she called you out here anyway.

wind hits your cheeks and you bite your lip, walking around in your place in an attempt to warm up. then, you catch someone in the corner of your eye, so you turn around and meet danielle.

a loose sweater drapes over her frame, and wide-fit linen pants hide the shape of her legs. the wind tousles her hair just as it does yours, but she looks effortlessly angelic, stopping your heart for a moment. her hair, caught in the breeze, frames her face in a way that makes her seem almost ethereal, temporarily making you forget your worries.

then she’s walking toward you, and you remember why you’re here.

you swallow hard, body tensing. 

“thank’s for coming, i’m sorry i haven’t been.. um, able to spend time with you.” she looks nervous, her eyes avoiding yours and hands fiddling with each other. she stares at your necklace instead as she continues, “i’ve just… i wanted to talk to you about what we have.”

“right, i wanted to talk to you about it too.”

“oh,” danielle says quietly. “i’m sorry, i didn’t want to be a burden. you called me instead of hanni the night you got drunk and i know how you feel about fake dating. i’m sorry that you had to do it with me and it caused you so much stress i just–”

your heart aches as you listen to her ramble, guilt evident in her voice for something that’s not her fault. you can't bear to hear her blame herself. your brows furrow with pity as you gently cut her off, “danielle, no, let me–”

“stop, i want to make myself clear. i want to explain a lot of things to you, you’re so lovely and sweet and you don’t deserve to be so stressed. it’s just, okay, wait.”

she pauses, breathing in, and looking at you with tears lining her eyes. your breath shakes looking at her like that, you can’t breathe or speak in the moment.

danielle purses her lips before continuing, “okay, when hanni first said you wanted to date me, i got so excited because well, i always thought you were cute.” she turns her head to the side and bites her lip before looking back at you. “and then you said it wasn’t an actual date, you wanted it to be fake. i don’t know i just, i felt really sad when it happened but at the same time the thought of fake dating you didn’t seem too bad because i’m selfish and i mean, i liked you a little and i thought i could just fake it and revel in the artificial aspect until i got over it but i ended up falling for you so much and i’m sorry. i don’t want you to think im anything like sarah–”

“danielle, stop.”

“no, y/n i just want to explain myself–”

“danielle, shut up, oh my god.” you gasp, looking at her in disbelief. “you, are you fucking with me?”

she looks at you, still feeling guilty. when she blinks, two tears fall down her cheeks and she inhales sharply as she conceals a sob. she turns away, then murmurs, “no, i’m so sorry.”

“n-no, no. dani, danielle.” you almost breathe it out, then bring both hands to hold her face. your hands cup her cheeks making her face you. “please stop crying, i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry.”

“b-baby?” she says, confusion taking over her features. you had gotten so used to calling her endearing pet names that it slipped out so suddenly in the heat of the moment.

the lights outside shine just enough for you to see her clearly. her eyes are watery, tears staining her cheeks, and you use your thumb to gently wipe them away. her nose is a little pink, and so are her cheeks. of course, she’s a pretty crier too, but you look at her with guilt, shaking your head as you continue to stroke her cheeks with your thumb. the sight of her like this breaks your heart even more.

“i only said i hated it because it was all too real, but not in a bad way. not at all.” 

“really?” she says between sniffles. “w-what do you mean?”

“i’m saying that,” you use your thumb to rub a tear threatening to fall from the corner of her eye. “i hated it because i couldn’t take the fact that it wasn’t real. i wanted it to be real. danielle, i’ve wanted to be yours since you first gave me the notes from the first lecture we had together.”

“what?”

“danielle,” you almost whisper, then kiss her forehead. “i like you so much. i don’t hate you, or this – i hate that it’s not real.”

her mouth opens in shock as she looks at you, sniffling. you anxiously wait for a response, hoping she'll say something, but she doesn’t. instead, she hugs you, wrapping her arms around you tightly. you return the embrace, holding her just as tight. the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in the nerveracking moment.

“i like you too – a lot. i was so scared when you said you hated it, i thought i was making you uncomfortable and gosh i just felt so bad and–”

you rub her back with your hand and cut her off, “i was anything but uncomfortable, i felt like i was living in a fantasy.”

“thank god.” danielle sighs in relief. 

you pull away, looking at her again and wiping remnants of tears with your thumb again. “i’m sorry for making you cry.”

if you could go back and punch yourself for being stupid — you’d do it in a heartbeat. a dumb slip up and miscommunication from your lips is the reason danielle’s nose is still tinted pink from crying, you feel guilty as ever.

in your hands, it feels like you hold the world. she shakes her head in your hold, then smiles from relief.

“it’s okay.”

“are you busy after this?”

danielle giggles, shaking her head again. “if you’re asking me out on a date – a real one – then absolutely not.”

“dinner? it’s on me for being stupid that night, and this whole time.”

“perfect.”

you smile sweetly at her, your gaze lingering on her lips. before you know it, you lean in and boldly peck her right then and there. she gasps when you pull away, looking at you with widened eyes as you back off. but then, she reels you in again, leaning closer and kissing you once more. the kiss is soft and warm, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that have built up between you. you feel her smile against your lips, and everything else fades away.

when you part again, you look at her fondly and ask, “wait, this is real, right? like, we’re…”

danielle laughs, hastily pecking you once more and lingering close.

“i don’t think it’s the alcohol that made you so dense and stupid.”

[k2padfoot]

In the Quiet Hours

Rafe Cameron x Y/n

summary: A sleepless night at Rafes leads to a heated run in with Ward, uncovering dangerous secrets and dragging you into a deeper mess.

warnings: *TW* violence, sexual harassment, fear, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff.

The night in the Cameron house was unnervingly quiet, with only the soft hum of the AC breaking the stillness. You had been lying beside Rafe for hours, staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep. The heat combined with the swirling thoughts in your head made it impossible to fall asleep. So you decided to slip out of bed, careful not to disturb Rafe’s peaceful slumber, and headed downstairs for a glass of water.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, the dim light from the kitchen caught your eye. Your steps slowed, it was late—too late for anyone else to be up.

You pushed open the door to the kitchen and stopped dead in your tracks. Ward was stood by the sink, a half empty glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes immediately locking onto you as you entered the room. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at you, his gaze lingering a little too long, a little too intently.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Ward’s voice was low, almost a growl as he set his glass down and took a slow step towards you. “Couldn’t sleep?”

You tried to keep your composure, forcing a small smile as you replied, “Just need to get some water.”

Ward’s smile widened, but there was nothing friendly about it. “Water? At this hour?” He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking rapidly. “You know, there’s a much better way to take care of your thirst.” He slurred.

You felt your stomach churn at his words. “I should get back upstairs,” you said quickly, but when you turned to leave Ward’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. His grip was rough as your heart began to race.

“Why the rush?” he asked, his voice dripping with a fake sweetness. “Rafe’s out cold. He won’t even know you’re gone.”

You tugged at your wrist, but Ward’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. He pulled you closer until you could feel the heat radiating off of his body, his breath warm against your face.

“Ward, please,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady despite the panic rising in your chest. “Let me go.”

But instead of letting you go, he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You’re too good to be wasting your time with my son. You deserve someone who knows how to treat a woman, knows exactly what she needs.”

Your breath hitched, fear tightening its grip on you. Ward’s free hand trailed up your arm, sending a shiver of disgust down your spine. “I could give you things no one would ever could,” he continued, his voice laced with something dark and twisted. “Just say the word, and I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

You tried to pull away, but Ward was relentless, his grip like a vice. “Ward, stop,” you pleaded, your voice trembling now. “I’m in love with Rafe.”

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me?” Ward sneered, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you even closer. “Rafe doesn’t deserve such a pretty thing, he’s useless sweetheart.”

The way he said “sweetheart” made your skin crawl. You opened your mouth to say something, scream, anything at all, but before you could the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall.

“Ward, what the hell are you doing?”

Rose’s voice cut through the air like a knife, she stood in the doorway eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene. Ward’s grip on you loosened and he stepped back, his expression quickly shifting to one of feigned innocence.

“Nothing Rose,” he said smoothly, though his voice carried a slight edge. “Just a little late night chat.”

Rose’s eyes narrowed as she looked between the two of you, clearly not convinced. “Go back upstairs,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You quickly moved past Ward, avoiding his eyes as you hurried towards the stairs. As you reached the bottom, you could still feel his gaze on you, burning into your back.

You rushed up the stairs, returning to Rafe’s room as quickly as you could. The darkness of the room was a stark contrast to the burning anxiety in your chest, and for a moment, you just stood there staring at the bed where Rafe lay sleeping, his breathing deep and even.

You wanted to crawl back into bed, wrap yourself in Rafe’s arms and pretend nothing had happened, but the thought of it made your stomach turn. How were you going to explain what just happened? How could you even begin to tell Rafe what his father just did to his girlfriend?

Your thoughts were racing, tangled up in fear and confusion. You didn’t want to wake Rafe. You didn’t want to burden him with this, not when you weren’t even sure how to process it yourself. The last thing you wanted was to make things worse between him and his father, but the weight of what just happened felt suffocating and you knew you couldn’t just go back to bed and pretend everything was fine.

Without thinking, you turned and slipped into Rafe’s bathroom. The cold tiles under your feet grounded you just enough to keep the panic at bay as you shut the door behind you. You sank to the floor, your back against the cool wall, and pulled your knees up to your chest wrapping your arms around them.

The quiet of the bathroom was almost too much, the silence allowing your thoughts to race unchecked. You replayed the scene over and over in your mind, Ward’s voice, his touch, the way he looked at you. It made you feel sick, like you wanted to scrub your skin raw just to get rid of the memory. But no matter how hard you tried to push it away, it lingered, festering like a wound.

You sat there for what felt like an eternity trying to collect yourself, trying to figure out what to do next. But you couldn’t stop the tears that began to well up in your eyes, hot and stinging as they slid down your cheeks. You buried your face in your hands, desperate to muffle your sobs that threatened to escape, not wanting to wake Rafe and force him to see you like this.

But Rafe had always been attuned to you, even in his sleep. It wasn’t long before you heard him stirring in the bedroom, the sheets rustling as he reached out for you. When his hand met the empty space, you heard him sit up, his voice groggy and thick with sleep.

“Baby?” Rafe called out softly, the concern already creeping into his voice when you didn’t respond. You could hear him getting out of bed, his footsteps soft as he walked around the room searching for you. “Where’d you go?”

You tried to stay quiet, hoping he might just go back to bed, but when he reached the bathroom door there was no hiding from him. He knocked gently, the sound soft but insistent. “You in there?”

You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself before answering. “Yeah… I’m here.”

The door opened almost immediately and Rafe stepped inside, his eyes narrowing with worry when he saw you sitting on the floor, tears streaking your face. He was by your side in an instant, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face as he searched your eyes.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice was laced with fear and concern, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “Why are you crying baby? Did something happen?”

You wanted to tell him you were fine, that it was nothing, but the words stuck in your throat, your voice betraying you with a broken sob. Rafe’s expressions shifted from worry to alarm, his hands tightening on your face as he tried to get you to look at him.

“Talk to me,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. “What happened?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the moment you met his eyes the dam broke and everything came pouring out. “I-It was your dad… Ward— he…” your voice trembled as you struggled to find the right words. “He cornered me in the kitchen, he—he said things, Rafe, disgusting things, a-and he wouldn’t let me go…”

Rafe’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. His eyes darkened with a fury you’d never seen before, his jaw clenching so tightly you could see the muscle twitch. He pulled away from you, his hands dropping to his sides as he stood up abruptly, fists clenching and unclenching as if he was trying to keep himself from exploding.

“That stupid piece of shit,” Rafe growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“No Rafe, please,” you cried, scrambling to your feet and grabbing his arm before he could storm out of the bathroom. “Don’t leave.. Please don’t leave.”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, turning to face you, his expression softening the moment he saw the fear in your eyes. The anger drained from him just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced with a deep concern that twisted his features into a pained expression.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly against his chest. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You cling to him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. It was grounding, comforting, even as the storm of emotions raged inside you.

“It’s not your fault,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his chest. “Just.. please just stay with me.”

Rafe’s arms tightened around you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice etched with emotion. “I’m here okay? I’m right here.”

You nodded, the tension in your body slowly beginning to ease as you let yourself relax in his embrace. He gently guided you back down to the floor, sitting with you, his arms never leaving your body as he held you close trying to offer you some semblance of comfort.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, over and over, his voice breaking each time. “I should’ve protected you.. I should’ve known.”

“Rafe, stop,” you whispered back, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “You couldn’t have known, this isn’t your fault.”

He shook his head, tears welling in his own eyes now as he looked at you, his expression filled with regret and self-loathing. “I just.. I never wanted something like this to happen to you. You don’t deserve this, you deserve so much better.”

You placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing away a tear that escaped. “Don’t, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” you said softly, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. “I just need you with me right now. That’s all I need.”

Rafe’s eyes softened and he nodded, his forehead resting against yours as he let out a shaky breath. “I’m here,” he whispered again. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here as long as you need.”

You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you leaned into him, letting his presence soothe the raw edges of your emotions. Rafe’s hands ran soothingly up and down your back, his touch gentle and calming as he whispered soft reassurances into your ear.

For a long time the two of you just sat there on the bathroom floor, wrapped in each others arms, the world outside fading away as you found solace in each other. Rafe kept murmuring apologies, but you hushed him each time because the only thing that mattered right now was that he was here with you, holding you together when you felt like falling apart.

And as minutes ticked by, you started to feel a sense of peace returning, knowing that no matter what happened next you wouldn’t have to face it alone. Rafe was here, and for now, that was enough.

[mingisprincxss]

Not my type

Rich Mingi x Alt reader Woosan also featured 

Summary: Can a high class man like Mingi fall in love with someone who doesn't look remotely like any of his other exes? What do you do when he's not your type you think you're not his, but he steals your heart anyway?

Genre: Smut, fluff, slice of life, angst

Word count: 4.5k (sorry didn't feel like making this into chapters)

Warnings: MDNI 18+!! Alcohol, abusive relationship, reader also gets jumped by ex and his friends, sub reader, soft dom Mingi, oral(f receiving), raw sex,(don't do that) I think thats it

As the show starts, you take a deep breath as the mosh pit opened up you and your two friends Wooyoung and Yeosang are attending some local show since the three of you never usually have anything else to do on a weeknight. You all headbang, danced, and did a little bit of moshing. When the night ended they would crash on your couch at home. Rinse and repeat cycle for the three of you until..

"So you found a rich man on a dating app that you're interested in? What does this have to do with me?" You say poking out of your bathroom wearing one of Yeosangs band T-shirts he left behind at your house with a hello Kitty headband pushing your blue hair out of your face while you take your makeup off listening to wooyoung babble about his love life

"what I'm saying is, I stalked his social media and he has a HOT friend" Wooyoung said showing you his phone pictures of two men who looked like they walked out of a Versace store, meanwhile the two of you look like the brand ambassadors for Hot Topic. You side eye him "I'm surprised you're interested in a guy like that" you say turning back into the bathroom to wash your face 

"Come onnn this could be fun! Potential sugar daddies" he said nudging you as you laughed "You say that but you and I both know how easily attached we get" 

"Well WE have a double date tomorrow so you better look your best" Wooyoung said going into your living room to grab his things as you froze wide eyed 

"Um I'm sorry, who's WE?!" You asked nervously as you quickly followed after him

"You and me y/n do I have to break it down for you a little bit easier?" He laughed  "why the fuck are you making me go out with some rich snobby asshole who's gonna tell me, well probably both of us to stop dressing in black and looking all "depressed and intimidating" you said while air quoting mocking people from the past when you tried to date. 

"If it heads in that direction we'll both climb out of the bathroom windows and call Yeosang and do something else" Wooyoung said grabbing his keys giving you a side hug before leaving your place as you anxiously pace the rest of the night.

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The following day you took your sweet time getting ready dreading this double date that  Wooyoung is dragging you basically against your will. Although you decided to have a little fun of your own by dressing in all black, doing some elegant yet intimidating make up, followed by black lipstick and a pair of stompers to make you a little taller,and to make this man that you have a date with a little bit nervous. You have a sick sense of humor for doing that. As soon as you were doing some finishing touches on yourself Wooyoung was banging on your door 

"We're going to be-woah." He said stopping mid sentence to look at you "You look like you just walked out of an MCR music video" he added "thats the whole point." You laughed fixing your hair and following Wooyoung out the door. "Where are we even going?" You asked getting into your friends car he was looking at his phone "apparently its some fancy cafe/bakery thing" he said reading and pulling off.

Once you got there and both stepped in you felt eyes and looks of disgust/horror which is something that you were used to but this time it felt a little different. You both sat at a small table with two broad well dressed men   One of them looked almost cat like while the other man looked like a Calvin Klein model. As soon as he saw you, he smiled at you which was weird because usually men got uncomfortable and run the other direction.

"This is San I was telling you about y/n" wooyoung said warmly as you stared at the other man annoyed who wouldn't stop staring at you. "My name is Mingi, it's nice to meet you, you're very pretty." He said with a deep voice catching you off guard still smiling that dumb smile as you looked away.

You all took turns grabbing a drink and a little bakery item, you didn't get any food just a cold Matcha drink wanting this to be over because despite your best efforts you were the one that was uncomfortable and wanted to leave. 

You came out of your thoughts when you saw Mingi reach out and placed a blue macaroon on your napkin which caused you to look at him confused "I got it because it matched your hair, I hope you like it." Mingi said warmly you felt your face heat up as you mumble a "thank you" and slowly ate it you happened to look over at Wooyoung and San who were talking but looking at Wooyoung you can see how happy he is which made you smile a bit. 

After the date you all were walking around until you got a group chat text from Yeosang

"Theres another local show tn we going?"

You looked over at Wooyoung who groaned

"I guess we can go since I dragged you on this date" he responded in the chat 

It was getting late so Wooyoung said his goodbyes to San for like 5 minutes of full blown making out as you and Mingi stood further away awkwardly you were looking down kicking nothing on the ground as Mingi looked over at you. You were definitely  not the same as the girls he's dated in the past a lot were stuck up and full of themselves according to what San said while you guys were talking. And neither was Mingi. All of the guys you involved yourself with where complete douche bags towards you and your friends, manipulative, and overall shit heads. Especially your most recent ex Matt he was the worst of all. He was physically and mentally abusive and he tried to split you Woo and Yeosang up because he was jealous. 

"What kind of show are you guys going to?" Mingi asked pulling you from your thoughts you looked at him with a bit of resentment almost feeling bad for being so cold towards him but you just cant help it because people like him usually asked you out as a joke when you were younger so you have your guard up on top of your previous relationships. "S'just a local band from around here that we've seen" you said looking down again then over at Wooyoung still sucking face with San and giggling with him you sucked your teeth huffing. "can we hurry up please its not like either of you are gonna die and never see each other again." You said annoyed earning a laugh from Mingi 

Wooyoung pulled away from San finally "You could be doing the same if you got that stick out of your butt" he said in a snarky remark you know its the truth and that he doesn't mean it in a harsh way. You really haven't been actively talking to or seeing anyone and it kinda made you moody about relationships. As soon as you were gonna talk back you were interrupted "Some things take longer than others." Mingi stated you rolled your eyes as you and Woo left. 

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You and Wooyoung quickly left to go to your house so you could change into something more show appropriate then you guys quickly went to Wooyoung's then got Yeosang and went to the show. 

In between sets the three of you were sweaty taking turns moshing and head banging together the boys left to go get more drinks and when you thought Wooyoung poked you in the back you turned to look your ex Matt in the face. "Thought I saw that crusty blue head of yours" he said before you suddenly made contact with the floor the next thing you knew you were surrounded getting kicked and punched by several people. You tried to get up but you were held down until you heard your friends voices yelling and then felt drops of what was your drinks that were now thrown at the group of people attacking you. You were pulled off the floor and winced in pain as Yeosang and Wooyoung took each of your arms and got you out of the venue. 

"What the fuck happened?!" Wooyoung asked rubbing his face in anger 

"I-I don't know.." you said in pain tears forming thinking about how this used to be the norm for you. Yeosang sighed looking at you "Was that Matt and his crew?" He questioned as you nodded "I'm gonna fucking kill them-" wooyoung said about to storm back into the venue "Okay let's not get arrested tonight shall we?" Yeosang said grabbing him and pulling him back. The three of you decided to head back to your place as they helped you into the house and on your couch yeosang paced while wooyoung was on his phone "are you gonna be able to get up to take a shower or should I text San to have mingi come over?" He laughed "If i wasn't in pain id smack you right now" you snapped glaring at him "who's Mingi?" Yeosang asked "y/n's soon to be-" "He's not." You snapped there was pause as Wooyoung sighed. "Listen y/n, I'm saying this with all the love i have for you. I understand what Matt did and even tonight that was fucked up, But you have been single, sad, miserable, and lonely for far too long now. Give this guy a chance! He was so kind to you on our date today." He said standing next to you as you sat in silence half from being in excruciating pain the other knowing he could be right. But you didn't want to admit that now. Yeosang got you ice packs from your freezer

Almost an hour into being home you suddenly heard a knock at the door  but couldn't get it because of how much pain you were in "don't freak out, I called San and he brought Mingi with him." Wooyoung said opening the door as you groaned in annoyance. Mingi came to you by your couch like a puppy as you hid your face immediately since taking off your makeup Yeosang laughed continuing watching whatever anime he put on.

"Hey. I heard what happened, I'm sorry he did that to you. Are you okay?" Mingi asked the room went completely silent only the sound of the anime faintly playing in the background as Wooyoung glanced over at you from the kitchen with San. "I'm alright." You said quietly trying to get up wincing in pain as Mingi tried to help you. 

"I think you and Mingi should have a conversation alone, we're gonna head to the bar" Wooyoung said grabbing San and practically dragging Yeosang as you both stood there confused then you sighed "Did I do something wrong for you to not like me? Because I like you." Mingi asked breaking the silence but also shattering your heart  the way he asked making you feel guilty for how you treated him you looked over at the tall man with the cutest boba eyes scanning your face with sadness and concern you sighed feeling slightly less pained to walk a bit. "It's not that, I just feel like your type is not me. And I just had bad experiences with relationships that's made me resentful towards people showing any interest." You said looking away "Well, how do you know my type?" He asked standing closer to you basically towering over you making you feel nervous but also hot in between your legs  "usually people who look like you don't pay any mind to me..." you replied nervously 

"How about I run a bath for you. Would that help with the pain?" He diverted the conversation immediately before stepping into your bathroom to start the water your breath was caught in your throat you felt extremely guilty for acting cold towards him and he's here alone in your place not pressuring you to have sex he's just genuinely taking care of you. 

You then follow him to your bathroom and you're met with a warm bubble bath going and he even grabbed a random candle and lit it as he faced you "okay it's almost ready I can leave-" he was interrupted by you grabbing a fist full of his shirt and pulling him down into a passionate kiss since you were shorter than him without your platform shoes. He held your face in his hands stroking your cheek with his thumb then pulling away to tend to the bath so it didn't overflow. "You didn't have to do that, thank you.." you smiled at him he left to give you some privacy as you got undressed tied up your hair and slipped gently into the warm bathtub letting the warm water ease your pain as you sighed. Mingi came back in startling you causing you to hide behind the bubbles and cover yourself insecurely as he placed a glass of water near you not making eye contact with you. "I'll wait in the living room until you're ready just call me if you need any help." he said about the step out of the bathroom "wait." You said hesitantly feeling a knot in your chest, "You-you can come in here with me if you'd like" you said blushing as he slowly turned around "What?" He asked a bit shocked and shy trying not to stare at you for too long. "You can sit in here with me if you'd like.." you repeated nervously as he stepped back into the bathroom cautiously as you were hiding yourself still not making eye contact as you heard his clothes hit the floor and he got into the tub with you as you automatically  went to him and leaned against him. He looked at your body not just because you're naked but also being that you're covered in bruises as he looked all over you. He then quietly scooped some water to put on you to keep you warm.

 There was silence, comfortable silence  "i'm sorry this is probably weird we only went on one date and now we're naked together in a tub." You said shyly as he kissed your head "I'm just glad you're somewhat okay." He said you felt something press against your back as he shifted uncomfortably "I'm sorry. Don't feel pressured to do anything." He said trying to ignore his body.  "You really like me? Like actually want to date me or just to sleep with me?" You asked trying to ease your mind from everything. He placed an arm around you above your breasts "Of course I like you like you. I think you're very pretty and despite your efforts trying to intimidate me on our first date, I think you can be nice when you want to." He said kissing the top of your shoulder as he got closer to you the bathroom door swung open startling the both of you as Mingi tried to cover you. You both met with a slightly drunk and surprised Wooyoung "WELL NOW, I WASNT EXPECTING THIS YA'LL MAKING LOVE IN THE BATHTUB YOU FREESAKS" He shouted slurring a bit.  "WOO GET OUT" you shouted as San quickly grabbed him closing the door. "we didn't hear back from either of you for a bit so we didn't know if you guys killed each other. Sorry about him he's coming back to my place for the night." San said embarrassed 

The door swung open again as Mingi went to cover you "Wear protection Mingi!! Or don't, the sex is better-" San covered his mouth closed the door again dragging him out of your place. As Mingi laughed a little while your face was red from embarrassment as you held your head in an annoyance "we don't have to have sex if you're not ready for that." Mingi said in a more serious tone. You sat in silence for a minute before you gathered your thoughts. "I do...like you Mingi. Im just...scared." You said looking at the crackling candle as the flame danced. He put his arm back around you above your chest "this is also the nicest thing anybody has done for me." You added as he hummed happily. You half turned to meet his gaze and both smiled at eachother as he kissed you again. "I know it can be scary, but i promise I will treat you like a princess." Mingi said looking at you lovingly. 

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Several months passed since the incident at the show, you and Mingi had that intimate moment together but you kinda kept sex off the table as you really got to know Mingi. He took you out on dates, coffee runs, grocery shopping, even staying at yours or his place and get food delivered as you watched movies or did your hair. Although the biggest challenge was probably when you two went out women flirted with him and thought you were his "rebellious sister or friend" which upset you and made you jealous but Mingi always squeezed your hand while politely turning the women down and even stole kisses from you every once in a while. One night you were texting Wooyoung because every once in a while he would press you about if things became official or if you guys fucked yet. (Weirdo)  

"I think I'm ready. I'm seeing him later tonight so i'll tell him then."

"YESSS IM SO HAPOY FOR YOU THAT YOU CAME OUT OF YOUR SHELL"

"Yeah with your peer pressure-.-"

"You love me tho"

You locked your phone exhaling stressed as you were doing your make up for a dinner Mingi planned after you finished you went through your drawers looking for a cute bra and panty set as you anxiously got finished getting ready Mingi came to your place to get you but you were more quiet than usual which was painfully obvious. He was concerned but didn't want to press you about it until you guys got to your favorite restaurant and when you got your food you were kind of just quietly poking it around looking at your dish not making eye contact. 

Mingi watched as you did so also now becoming anxious as well. "Are you.." he took a sip of his drink "Are you okay?" He asked concerned you simply nodded not making eye contact as your heart was racing and you looked like you were about to cry if he sneezed. "You're not..losing interest right?" He asked as you quickly made eye contact shaking your head

 "No...it's just.." you trailed off embarrassed now because you're both in public. You leaned in closer trying to not have people around you hear as he leaned closer too confused 

"I think I'm ready." You said nervously as you looked him in the eyes nervously he smiled "theres nothing to be nervous about, I'll take care of you later tonight I promise." He said holding your hand. As you both finished eating you quickly left heading back to his place you anxiously stared out the window until you pulled up to his place. Normally you would be happy to be going into his house but for some weird reason your mind is racing rapidly. Mingi looked at you as he parked  running his fingers through your hair as you faced him in the seat. "baby, if you're not ready theres no pressure." He said  "I know, I just feel bad making you wait for months and Wooyoung keeps pestering me about it.." you said shakily  "Well don't pressure yourself to make me happy, I want you to be ready.Also don't let Wooyoung of all people make you feel that way he's weird." He said still playing with your hair as you nodded "I'm also just jealous seeing all of these girls throw themselves at you all the time. Idk how sex will help-" Mingi cut you off leaning over to kiss you "We've been through this a few times and i don't mind saying it again, I only have eyes for you. These past few months have been so much fun getting to know you and just being able to talk to someone that's not bougie and boring and doesn't like to have some at home dates and such." He said holding your face in his hand.

 You sigh smiling a bit as you both went in his place. He lead you to his room as he closed the door you sat on his bed nervously waiting for things to start. "Just let me know if you change your mind at any point and we can stop and watch a movie." He said in a gentle tone unbuttoning his shirt revealing his slender yet muscular figure he crawled on the bed to you as you took off your top kissing you then your neck down to your breasts as your breath started to get a little shaky he pulled away "You sure you want to?" He said gently as you nodded "Mingi, I- I love you and I want to make love with you." You said feeling your face warm up in embarrassment he smiled that big smile of his as he took your bra off swiftly. He placed so many kisses down your stomach until he got to your skirt he pulled it down gently with your underwear as you quickly closed your legs feeling a little too vulnerable and shy. He looked at you in your eyes not paying mind to your body "I love you so much y/n, meeting you through San was the best thing ever." He said kissing you as you wrapped your legs around his hips not wanting him to go anywhere. While kissing you his hand slowly wandered down to your clit gently touching it as you gasped as his touch. He really took his time with you making you feel comfortable and ready. His long slender fingers were gently inserted into you as you both moaned he slowly fingered you making sure you feel good and to not be too rough with you. Your eyes wandered to his pants that were tight around his dick as you felt it pulsating against your touch eager to be free and inside you. Mingi took that as an okay to take his pants off as he pulled his fingers away he sucked your juices off as he quickly discarded his pants letting his dick spring free as it leaked precum desperately wanting more. "As much as I would love that pretty mouth of yours on me I really want to be inside you." He breathed in desperation you nodded quickly still having your legs wrapped around his hips as you quickly pulled him into your as he was about to reach for a condom "wait I-" he groaned  as you guided his dick into him semi taking control of the situation. "It's okay, I want to feel you completely." You said as he let you adjust to his size then slowly rocking his hips into you as he groaned and hissed at the feeling. "Fuck baby you're so wet and-ah" he said gently thrusting into you as lewd wet sounds filled the room along with your moans he pushed your legs further and semi close to your chest as he fucked deeper picking up the pace slightly still refusing to go crazy since he was desperately trying to make this a good experience. Each thrust he cursed and moaned as you did the same he played with your clit as your body started to shake and undone around his dick a few tikes before he was reaching his release. "I'm close I'm gonna pull out and cum on you if thats okay." He breathed and you nodded with a few more thrusts slightly quicker as you got louder he was about to pull out when you quickly locked your legs around him as he fell on top of you panicking slightly because of this "I want you to paint my insides baby, make complete love to me im yours" you purred puling the back of his hair gently as he groaned cumming inside of you instead of what he wanted originally. Not that he minded at all, he didn't have any plans to do this or be with anyone else. Despite the overstimulation he still was thrusting into you as you milked him a second time now his cum dripping out and around your pussy as you both tried to catch your breath as he was in a complete daze. He pulled out of you watching himself drip out of you as he kissed you. "You did great my love" he said grabbing a towel to clean the both of you as he went to go run a bath. You grabbed your phone immediately texting Wooyoung;

"It happened."

"FUCKING FINALLY"

You laughed and got up to meet Mingi who was now about to get into the tub with you. 

There was silence, comfortable silence again. "You feeling better?" He asked wrapping his arms around you kissing the side of your head sighing happily. You nodded "Yes sorry for getting all worked up, I was just in my head." You then turned to look at him "Thank you for being patient and not giving up on me." You said kissing him lovingly as you heard your phone buzzing like crazy with Wooyoung calling and spamming you like a lunatic you both glanced over at your phone and laughed.

Who knew that someone who looks like they wouldn't be your type but emotionally fits your needs would be the best thing thats ever happened to you. 

[kalithulium]

PLAYING ... MUTT BY LEON THOMAS

moots, this doesnt define who i am ignore this pretty please with a really nice cherry and freshly whipped cream ontop🤍(💔)

[nfsw] imagining ALEXIS NESS with a big, big, fucking nasty degradation and spit kink. he would try to hide it from his parnter, but it never really works anyways + he deffo crys

alexis ness was undoubtedly, postivitely, a loser. the bottom of the social foodchain, if you will, and way overly compliant. but that's exactly why you liked him.

after a long day of football practice, he would come home, head filled with nothing other than the desire to bask in your prescence and very being endlessly, until minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days.

you made his heart pang.

he couldn't wait - to see you open the door, sporting a pair of grey sweatpants folded over at the waist band to hang low on your hips and a tight top, highlighting your breast's delicate, perky nipples at the apex of both.

upon seeing him, your lips would press into a smile, and sly eyes thin out to look at him in a way that made his insides turn and heart race everytime, without fail. you would grasp tightly onto the thin, yet hardened by muscle figure of his waist, planting a moist kiss which would leave a translucent layer of strawberry lip gloss on his lips and cheek, as if claiming him your own.

then, you would always hug him. he would bend down to your level, and your hand would find its way atop of his head to rustle his hair, whilst pulling him in closer for an embrace; his face now smoothered by your tits that looked about ready to pop out of the low hanging top you wore at any given moment.

upon releasing him, you would ask, with a smile across your lips

"how was practice, lexi?"

oh, how enticing was it to hear his name come from your mouth. he didn't deserve someone like yourself at all, leisurely saying the name of his lowly self with a tone of love strung to it, he thought, but replied otherwise.

"it was fine, thank you love. how are you? is everything okay?"

"mhm, i'm fine. but i miss you lex, come sit." you answered, now plopping yourself on the sofa then patting the inner part of your thigh (that jiggled ever so slightly on impact, he of course noticed this) to signal for him to come sit.

your thighs? he wondered what incredulous acts of kindness he had done in a past life, or what magic was at play for him to deserve a reward like this.

he simply couldn't help but fantasize about laying there, inbetween your thighs, until you smoothered his face, leaving him rendered breathless and at your mercy, and a lot, lot more things.

but enough of ness's imagination. in response to your offer, his big, round, magenta eyes lit up, conceiling no shyness about his excitment at all.

right now, you couldn't help but notice how cute your boyfriend was. i mean, look at him, getting all excited to sit next you. when he had actually done so, his warm (and almost heartbreakingly soft + squishable) cheek rested against your leg, whilst he looked up at you with eyes full of love . fuck, he was so precious that you could just gobble him up, whole and all.

but, what was that, you saw out of the corner of your eye, pressing up through the fabric of his trousers, and then felt as he changed position to get more "comfortable"?

was he... hard...?

ah, right. albeit not your first thought, you knew your boyfriend well enough. he was sweet, and agonizingly soft on the outside, and inside too.

but on said inside, he was a thoroughly depraved man. he tried to hold back these thoughts as much as possible, fearing that you would find him disgusting, but all he really craved was you.

he needed you, and would do anything for you.

he often thought about it - about how, if you ordered him to open his mouth for you to spit into, then he would oblige with a smile on his face, waiting with his tounge out and panting like the adorable little dog he was for you.

shit, he didn't even think he was worthy of entering you, despite having done so many atime. how could he? muster up the audacity to put his lust-striken, lewd erection into your glossy cunt, glossed over with salacity and passion?

"ness, sit up straight." you spoke.

and he did just that, without question.

you looked down at his erection, placing a hand on it, and another against his head, as you crawled forward onto him.

taking the lead, your lips met his, and then your tounges intertwined with his in circles for a few moments, before pulling apart with a string of spit connecting both of you, then closing back in a few times. in between, he managed to mumble out a few words.

"spit... please. "

not so much you, but ness loved all things in the realm of that, and you had to indulge him ; you just couldn't leave him with that vunerable expression, desires unfufilled.

without too much question, you spoke in an antagonising tone. "open up, sweet. say "ahh"", whilst you squashed saliva up cheek to cheek, before letting it drip like a stream into his longing mouth. you couldn't understand it really, the appeal of your... spit? but the way the emotion on his face shifted from desparation to satisfaction told you that it was all worth it, and more.

his breath hitched in between the more kisses that followed in suit and his panting became even more so frequent, as you felt his a wet spot form through the fabric of his trousers.

"y/n.." he called out breathlessly, with red dusted over the porcelain skin on his cheeks.

"i can't...no more teasing, i beg of you, please, love."

really, you just wanted do it all the more now.

"lex, honey, all it took was a few kisses and a rub for you to come all over yourself?"

ness looked away, in shame, yet enjoyment that you had chastised him.

"you're pathetic, alexis. i like that about you."

you looked closer at him now, eyes full of lust as you pulled down the shorts he wore, then peeled away his underwear now soiled by liquid satisfaction.

atleast, he had killed 2 birds with one stone?in a way, he was already lubed up for you now, with the wetness of his orgasm coating the entirety of his still throbbing dick.

you pulled your sweatpants off, and then your panties, that were so moist in the middle from seeing ness all worked up like that, that a string of dampness hung when you did so.

he looked closer down at you, wanting nothing more than your wet digits all over him somewhere - anywhere.

"speak up, lex. i'm waiting for you to tell me what you want."

come on now. he was a breathless mess at this point, could he even form a full sentence? what wanted, was for your pussy to swallow him whole, pumping up and down him, and you knew that all too damn well.

but what fun would that be, when you could watch hin struggle to form a coherent sentence under your touch, his face turn red with emotion and eyes slightly shy with embarrassment?

"i want.. hng" he manged to get out, as you glossed your thumb over the the tip of his cock, then your whole hand, up and down, still maintaing eye contact.

"hm? you know i can't hear you properly like that, dear. you'll have to speak more clearly."

"but i, ... you.. hm, huh" tears began to well at his eyes, his nose became stuffy and body even hotter.

you could tell he was at a limit now, but all you wanted to do was push that, until he became a mindless mess. however, lucky for him, you felt a tinge of sympathy amdist enjoying his struggle.

you flashed a loving, yet playful smile at him, looking down as you spoke "alright, alright, i'll stop now."

ness layed with his back to the floor, and you looming over him. dampness lined both of you, as your pussy inched closer to his cock, lips widening on contact, then swallowing the rest of him whole in one go. ness let out a moan of exasperation, as your tightness sucked him in and out, up and down repeatedly.

it was going to be a very long night.

divider by @/cursed-carmine

im acc really sorry i started loosing it over how nasty ness would get n you can't tell me otherwise. idk what this is, but i wrote it anyways (unfortunately) . i started laughing half way through cause i cant take smut serious ngl but i alr made a commitment to write this💔

[echo-exco]

With Damians recent developments towards wanting to maybe be a doctor, I think it could be interesting to see that dynamic with reader.

Where his hands are stained with blood, yours have only helped others. Maybe youre both volunteering at the same hospital, and the patients there flock to you like a flicker of hope in the darkness. The patients of Gotham are much more wary than anywhere else, so gaining their trust feels nigh impossible. Somehow, you've done it. Like second nature, like you haven't even noticed.

Something akin to envy might first spark in him, as a natural response, before relenting his pride and trying to learn what makes her "better" at this than him. Of course he wouldnt know she was a meta, but still.

Also you can totally ignore this your wonderful fic just had my mind spiralling lol

I LOVE THAT!! THAT’S A REALLY GOOD IDEA!!

But unfortunately, I don’t think we have something like that with Damian here yet… 😔 (or maybe we do, if my inner author feels motivated enough).

(Small warning for a long reply)

Damian and healer!reader’s relationship is already quite complicated on its own (with some one-sided, inexplicable hatred).

It’s not really a surprise though, considering healer!reader tends to be pretty “neutral” with almost all the Batfam members.

To be honest, I don’t think healer!reader could actually treat people in Gotham.

She does have pretty good and experienced medical knowledge, but she depends completely on her healing powers, which not only allow her to heal someone instantly but also make her feel “alive.”

Without her powers, even though she can try to help in conventional ways, healer!reader always feels like she might fail, that something could go wrong, and that fills her with anxiety.

Healer!reader is completely dependent on her power and validates herself through it, and since she’s currently unable to use it in Gotham… well…

Besides that, healer!reader would need Bruce’s permission—or a doctor’s—just to even think about using her experienced, non-basic medical knowledge.

A better example is when I mentioned Tim in the post: like I said there, healer!reader only did small things to help him deal with his discomfort.

She doesn’t consider that she used anything that required “master-level” knowledge… she just took care of Tim the way a (family) doctor should.

BUT if somehow she were to get permission and trust to use her healing powers on the patients in a Gotham hospital…

They wouldn’t even have the chance to decide whether they could trust her or not, because healer!reader’s abilities are extremely fast for a normal being.

In an earlier reply, I explained how I imagine healer!reader’s powers work: think of it as her using threads to “fix” her patients like they were broken dolls.

That said, the pain that comes after the instant healing is horrible (though it heavily depends on how bad the patient’s condition was before healer!reader treated them).

Earning the trust of the wounded in Gotham wouldn’t even be something healer!reader consciously seeks—it would just happen.

Maybe it’s because of the calmness she radiates, or because, unlike most people, she never shows disgust, fear, or resignation when facing an injury.

However, seeing such an indifferent expression on a child’s face in such a gruesome, chaotic scene full of injured people is unsettling.

Though it’s even worse to endure the pain after being healed, isn’t it?

That’s why I think, even if Damian wanted to learn from her, I’m not sure healer!reader could really teach him how to treat people, or even how to be a good doctor.

She herself never allowed her mind to approach healing in a traditional way, because her powers and skills are her refuge, her absolute security: she never fails at healing.

But that very gift also isolates her, because in Gotham, a place full of distrust and disdain toward most metahumans, revealing her ability would be a huge risk to her life.

I also think the same about how Damian would feel toward healer!reader because of her medical skills.

He might feel a mix of admiration, frustration, and envy, especially because, without knowing she’s a meta, he would desperately try to find a logical explanation for why she can do what others find almost impossible.

Why his seemingly weak and gentle sister has absurdly good medical knowledge…

That’s NOT right, she’s supposed to be normal… so why?

She’s supposed to be safe… why?

In short, the relationship between Damian and healer!reader would be complicated if we explored that aspect.

(Who knows? Maybe in a what if? if I get enough creativity!)

Awww! Thank you so much for your sweet words at the end, dear!

I’m really happy to know you like my writing, and I’m also sorry if this response was way too long!

[iqxatlantic]

" TEACHER'S PET ! "

if i'm so special, why am i secret?

ft. itoshi rin . aged up! characters . university! au 😽 . english professor! rin . ooc! rin . smut ?. rin's a listener and a yapper . rin's a bitch . reader's a little delusional . implied afab! reader . reader lowkey locked in his class . reader has raging daddy issues lmfao . uni student x prof (yea its legal.) . no the age gap isn't huge . potentially dark . manipulation . finger sucking . drabble . open ending . yes im projecting . unreliable narrator

cw: dub-con ?

wc: 0.6k

you had an odd obsession with your english professor — itoshi rin. can't blame you. he's young, charming and demonstrates excellence beyond expectations when it comes to english.

the beginning of the semester, you and a couple of friends did some 'stalking' (is it stalking if its just handling your resources well..?) the whole group found out he used to play pro in soccer. could this man get anymore perfect?!

you knew your infatuation over this man was um, quite fucking weird. it felt like those wattpad stories, falling in love with your teacher and then ugh.. you were kind of grossed out.

it felt almost incestuous sometimes. (cus u saw him as a father figure sometimes icl) you lied to yourself (maybe you weren't lying), " it's only because he listens to me." was it because you lacked a father figure in your life? (freud... sigmund freud...)

so how'd it get here? perched on your professor's lap as his calloused hands roams around, tracing your curves. "[name], as my ahem. well-achieved student... why isn't your group assignment finished?" rin whispered, his voice deep and cold.

holy shit, saying things in the most panty soaking tone eveeer.... "sir, i did my share of work.. what my group members didn't do isn't my responsibi-" his finger was pressed onto your lips, leaving you in silence.

"ah. i never asked for excuses," he murmured. the raven haired man pushed you off his lap. "strip." "wha-" "i don't think i stuttered, did i?" his voice could've cut ice oh my gosh. "you're already here so, strip."

you complied to his demands — not that you had a choice anyways. it was irrational to do so. however, your body moved faster than your brain did. faster than your morals. faster than your own self-respect. you craved this man. or maybe you just craved the validation he gave.

there you were. in front of your favourite professor, naked. your clothes weren't the only thing that was stripped in that moment. your dignity was too. this burning fantasy you've had no longer seemed to deem itself as a fantasy. rather, it was more of horror.

you no longer wanted to stay in this classroom. you wanted to run off. you stayed in your spot, frozen. the professor, with haste, made his way to you. a small chuckle left the man, "what impression do you think will be left on you when your friends or classmates see you like this..? my top student..." he cooed.

his voice disgustingly sweet, he was giving the validation you always wanted. he was mocking you. the guilt burned through you. so did those words. rin made his way back to his chair. sitting down. eyeing you. a signal to 'come on, move.'

shame was poured all over you as you found yourself back on rin's lap. he took a sharp and deep inhale, savouring your smell. rin felt intoxicated by your scent. which is questionable..

the atmosphere felt so suffocating. it was as if you were held against your will (maybe you were idk, your call babes)

rin slid his cold fingers into your mouth. in response, you unwillingly (yet willingly?) sucked on them. hoping for some sort of praise, tears threatening to spill out. it felt so good despite how disgusting it truly was. you found yourself grueling wet, grinding against his thigh.

innocently gazing into his teal orbs. a slow smirk curl onto Rin’s lips. no, it wasn't the fact he had power over you. this expression felt awfully safe...

"[name], [name]? wake up!" someone was shaking you. your eyes fluttered open. to your surprise, it was your professor. and a scene of students leaving classroom.

"would you like to stay so i can re-explain the lesson to you? it's quite crucial for your future writing career."

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: holy cow two posts a week!? (i can't count.) btw, so sorry if u would never act like this. ( and i hope u never do, dont get attached to ur instructors ) yea so this wasn't proofread at all.. which is ironic because im talking about rin being an english professor.. he would so beat me up 💀💀 i fear this was HEAVY projecting... and yes i blame my eng prof for sparking this idea within me.. wattpad ahh idea... why am i thirsting over a man 14 years older hello 😭😭 it's always the half gers ;-; is this dark content..? je ne sais pas. 😓 also why am i so fried when it comes to psychology wtf.