#i got everything set up and all ready to play and im looking through my case now. and its not there.

[likeumeanit9497]

just like that | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

based on this request :))

summary: after dating for four months without having sex, y/n finally decides that she's ready to take matt for a ride

warnings: smut; established relationship; unprotected p in v; oral (fem receiving); riding; mentions of questionable consent (NOT with matt dw); dirty talk; 18+

notes: damn i completely forgot about this im so sorry:/ i've just been so busy over the past week or so it completely went under the radar. def not my best work (i wrote it all today), but i wanted to get it up because i'm going on a trip through europe for 6 (SIX???!!?!?!) weeks and will probably not be able to post much when im there. anyways i hope u all enjoy!!

p.s. working on one more fic that i would LOVE to post before i leave tomorrow, if not it might be a while before im able to write again :/ it's gonna be a good one for the matt girlies though so keep ur eyes peeled ;)

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“Do you want anything from the kitchen baby?” Matt’s soft voice in my ear pulled me from the lull I was in, curled up beside him on the couch watching a movie. My drooping eyes fluttered open and I couldn’t help but smile once I came face-to-face with my beautiful boyfriend. The late-August sun was setting, and it shone through the living room windows in just the way that made Matt’s gorgeous blue eyes almost transparent; a harsh contrast to his dark eyelashes and tidy beard. He was looking at me with such unclouded care, the way he always did, and it never failed to make my heart flutter.

Matt and I had met on social media about six months ago, and started dating just two months after that. Our earliest conversations online had consisted of occasionally discussing our shared interest in pretty embarrassing hobbies — playing Minecraft, journaling, and watching rom-coms to name a few — but those occasional conversations evolved into staying up all night messaging each other, multiple-hour long Facetime calls, and eventually meeting at a restaurant for our first date.

Although it hadn’t been long since we started dating, Matt’s soul was one that I felt like I’ve known all my life. Never before had I felt more at home around another person than I did once I met him, and his presence in my life gave it a new level of stability that didn’t exist before. I had dated a guy in high school for almost two years, but the quality in the time spent with Matt versus him was incomparable. I was sure that Matt was the person that I was meant to be with, and everyday he did something new to prove that to be true without even trying.

Another thing that I loved so much about Matt was that, even after months of dating, he hasn’t once pushed me to have sex with him. In one of our early conversations, I had told him that my ex had always made me feel bad when I would turn down sex with him. While him and I did have sex a few times during our relationship, I had since come to terms with the fact that I really was just doing it to make him happy. Once Matt got over his immediate anger for me, he had sat me down and told me that he could wait forever, but that he won’t have sex with me unless I tell him I’m ready.

That was months ago, and still, he has kept his promise. While we have done plenty of other things in bed, he has always made it a point to stop everything before it gets to the point of sex. At first, I felt riddled with guilt because I felt like I should want to have sex with my boyfriend —especially one so kindhearted as Matt — but over time that guilt has fizzled out from Matt’s reassuring words and actions. He never ever put me in situations that he knew had the potential to make me uncomfortable, and wouldn’t allow me to feel bad about it either.

Lately, though, I had been feeling slightly different. While before, I would squirm at the thought of anything more happening once Matt’s hand would slip out of my panties, now I feel a slight tightening in my stomach at the idea of more. And before, I would feel a certain level of nervousness as I felt the weight of his member in my hand, where now there is a flutter in my core at the thought of that same part of him filling me up.

Never before in my life had I felt any of these feelings, and I didn’t quite know what to do with them. I was afraid of the abundance of dirty thoughts that flooded my own head constantly, and I realized that I was ready for more, but only with Matt. I had been contemplating on telling him this for the past week, but as I watched him walk back over to me on the couch in nothing but baggy grey sweats — the black ink of his tattoos hypnotizing me — my body reacted in such a way that let me know that tonight was the night.

“Here, I know you didn’t say you wanted anything but I grabbed you a water anyways. I haven’t seen you drink any yet today and you-” I cut Matt’s rambling off by climbing on top of his lap as soon as he was back on the couch; wrapping my arms around his neck and planting a deep kiss to his pink lips. He responded with a soft hum against my lips before wrapping his own arms around the small of my back. I opened my mouth slightly before pressing it against his again and moving them in a slow but passionate rhythm. Matt quickly followed suit, slipping his tongue through my parted lips before using it to explore my mouth. I fluttered my eyes open for a brief moment and caught a glimpse of Matt’s most beautiful features up close — lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, straight eyebrows — and released a satisfied sigh against his mouth.

I ran my hands through his soft brown hair, tugging slightly at the ends and eliciting a soft gasp from him as I felt my body flood with arousal. His hands travelled up and down my back, his firm yet somehow delicate touch a comfort that eased my nerves. From my place on his lap, I could feel a growing hardness against my ass. This wasn’t uncommon, obviously, but in the past I usually pretended to ignore it pressing against me. This time however, I rolled my hips up and down, feeling it slide against my aching core. “Baby.” Matt’s voice was barely above a whisper against my lips, but the combination of shock and arousal was still evident in its tone as he grabbed firmly onto my forearms to hold me still.

I detached my mouth from his while still keeping our faces just centimetres apart. His breath was rapid, but so was mine as we stayed like that for a moment; wild eyed and equally uncertain. Finally, I repeated my action by grinding my hips against his clothed shaft; this time watching as his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure. “Y/n, what are you doing?” He mumbled, clearly wavering between making sure I was okay and wanting desperately for more. I continued grinding my hips against him, my mouth dropping open as I felt his shaft reach my nerves. “I want you Matt.” I whispered, and I watched as his eyes widened in shock; pupils dilated. “What do you mean?” He asked hesitantly, brushing his knuckles softly against my arms.

“I mean, I’m ready. Ready to have sex again.” I blurted out, feeling my face immediately flush in equal parts nervousness and arousal as I waited for him to respond. His face was unreadable as he clearly tried to gauge whether or not I was serious. That was confirmed once he finally spoke. “A-are you sure? I don’t want you to think just because I’m hard we have to do anything, baby.” I felt his dick twitch in between my legs as he spoke, and it shot electricity down my spine. “I know Matt, but I really am sure.” I responded, running my hands up and down his bare chest and leaving a trail of goosebumps in my path.

He continued to stare at me, his eyes travelling wildly across my face; clearly still in a state of uncertainty. I, on the other hand, was growing more and more frustrated by the moment as the heat continued to grow between my legs. “Give me your hand.” I stated, and he obliged; placing his much larger hand in my own. I guided his hand down to the waistband of my sweatpants, inside of the material, and finally slid it against my dripping wet core. Intaking a sharp breath from the contact, I watched his face as it immediately darkened once he felt my arousal coat his fingertips.

“See? I told you I’m ready,” I leaned forward slightly, bringing my lips to his exposed collarbone and kissing it wetly. “So please Matt, can you fuck me?” The room stayed silent for a beat, the only sounds being our ragged breathing, and I felt fear begin to trickle down my spine; worried that Matt might reject me. Just as I was about to retract everything I had just said, Matt’s hand snaked to the back of my head, guiding it up from his chest before crashing his lips onto mine.

I deepened the kiss immediately, feeling a mutual level of desperation like a surge of electricity between our lips that had never been there before. Matt’s hands began traveling all across my writhing body — taking his time on the curves of my ass — before planting firmly on my hips where he helped them grind against his rock hard member. Breathy, almost silent moans fell from both of our lips as our bodies slid against each other, and the deep-rooted sensation was taunting.

Matt’s hands slithered from my hips up to the bottom of my t-shirt, where he toyed with the material for a moment before detaching his lips from mine. “Can I take this off?” He asked, glazed eyes staring longingly into my own. I nodded, and without a moment’s hesitation my vision was blocked for a brief second by Matt peeling the fabric over my head and tossing it to the side. Once my vision returned, my view was of Matt’s hungry eyes glued to my bare chest.

Matt had seen my tits countless times before throughout our relationship, but at this moment it was like he was seeing them for the very first time. Mouth slightly parted, his breathing was ragged as he brought both hands to my chest and cupped my tits delicately between them; pushing them together slightly and brushing a thumb along each nipple. I hissed at the feeling, and that seemed to pull him from his trance, as his eyes immediately shot up to mine. “This okay baby?” He asked, and I nodded my head wildly.

A smirk toyed at the corners of his mouth before he attached it to my left nipple. I released short moans as he sucked and nibbled it gently, still pressing my core against his throbbing shaft. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into a trance that I had never experienced before, and it was like my body and mind had completely separated as I mindlessly tugged desperately at the waistband of his sweats. Catching on to my gesture, Matt shifted slightly below me before using one of his hands to haphazardly pull his sweats down slightly; allowing his cock to spring up in between my legs.

I gasped at the sight before me, only now realizing its true size with it between my legs and feeling just a tinge of excited fear trying to figure out just how it was going to fit inside of me. Shaking the thought from my mind, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth before spitting it in my hand and bringing it down to his shaft.

Running my thumb along his slit, I felt his whole body shudder below me from the contact. I began pumping my hand up and down his length; spending extra time twisting my wrist around his sensitive tip, and watched as his mouth went slack on my tits. “Mmm, keep doing it just like that baby.” He muttered against my plump skin, and I continued to work his cock in my hand while simultaneously grinding my core against its base. Just knowing that I was making him feel good was making me feel good, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

After a few short moments, I felt Matt’s hands snake to the waist band of my own sweats. My eyes found his again, and I watched as they searched my face. “You’re sure you want this, Y/n?” He asked, his voice gentle but laced with a huskiness that could only be explained as pure desire. I nodded desperately once again, feeling so pathetic but not capable of giving a shit. “I’m sure baby, please.” My voice had a slight whine to it, making my frantic need even more evident.

Planting a soft kiss to my lips, he grabbed firmly onto my sweats and began peeling them off of my body. I lifted my hips up slightly to assist him in this, and once I dropped them back down, I hissed from the feeling of my bare core against his cock. “Matty, I need you right now.” I practically cried out, leaning my body forward and planting nibbles and kisses along his exposed neck. The suspense was torturous, my body only just now recognizing how badly it was craving his.

His hands cupped my ass, and he used his grip to lift me just a couple inches off of him. I felt him spread me open slightly before dragging a finger once again against my aching folds. “Mmm, so wet for me baby.” I released a breathy moan at the combination of his touch and words, and squirmed in his grasp. “I’ll help you get it in, but I want you on top. That way you can take it as slow as you need to, okay?” His voice softened as he spoke, and his hands massaged me gently causing me to physically relax. “O-okay.” I muttered, so turned on that I was willing to do just about anything he wanted me to.

Just then, he placed a soft kiss to my lips before I felt the very tip of his cock brush against my opening; causing me to gasp. “Shh, it’s okay baby. I’ll go slow.” He whispered in my ear, and I pressed my forehead into the crook of his neck in anticipation. Finally, I felt my walls begin to expand as he pressed the first few inches into me. Moaning at the sensation, I felt my whole body flush in immediate lust. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips subconsciously began lowering onto his shaft; taking more and more of him as I sunk down.

A moan fell from his lips as my walls enveloped him inch by inch, and I slowly lifted my head from his neck and straightened my body up to allow more of him to fill me up. Even though he was big and I hadn’t had a dick in me in a long time, my slick arousal allowed him to bottom out without causing me to feel any pain; only indescribable pleasure. Once every inch of him was in me, I stayed still for a moment looking down at him. His desire was plastered across every inch of his face, and it made him look impossibly beautiful. There was no fear in me in that moment, only want, and so I began riding him.

As soon as I propelled my body up and down his shaft just once, I felt a pit of arousal begin to grow in my stomach. Groaning in pleasure, I continued with my moments; holding onto his shoulders to keep my trembling body stable. “Mmm you feel so good baby.” Matt moaned out, his eyes never leaving my pinched face. After a while, my body adjusted completely to his size and I was able to increase my speed. As I slid my walls up and down his shaft, Matt gripped onto my ass with all his might, using his hands to help me maintain my speed.

Moans fell from my lips as his cock ruthlessly hit my g-spot, and I felt my lower stomach build in pressure. “Fuck.” I muttered under my breath, feeling my skin go flush from the heat of the moment. The room filled with the echo of our wet skin slapping against each other, adding to the erotic air around us. Prolonged strings of moans fell aimlessly from my lips, and as I came closer and closer to my impending climax I began struggling to maintain my movements.

Matt seemed to pick up on this, as he adjusted his hips and began pounding into me from below; his hands holding me in place where I just clung onto him for dear life. “F-fuck Matty, like that. S-so good.” I cried out, my voice choppy from his rapid movements. My brain melted into a pool of liquid as all I could think about was reaching my high that was just out of reach. “You’re taking me so good baby.” Matt groaned out as he continued driving his length into me, staring deeply into my eyes with a fogged over expression.

“I-I think I’m gonna — oh god, think I’m g-gonna cum Matt.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I dug my nails into his shoulder blades, struggling to give into this new overwhelming sensation bubbling up inside of me. At this, a guttural moan fell from his lips and he somehow increased the speed of his thrusts even more. “Want you to cum around me baby, please.” There was a desperate whine to his voice as he spoke through his shortness of breath, and it was enough for me to reach my climax. Legs shaking, I released a plethora of moans and curses as my body was hit with multiple waves of indescribable pleasure. “Good girl, feels so good honey.” Matt’s voice was soft in my ear, and it helped to bring me back to earth as my hurricane of an orgasm left my body in shambles.

I continued to bounce on Matt’s dick slowly as I attempted to regain what little composure I had before my orgasm stole it from me, but I quickly learned that all of my energy had been stripped away. My body was trembling uncontrollably, and my head was filled with a fog that made it difficult for me to stay upright. Matt caught on to this, as he planted his hands firmly on my hips, keeping me still, before reaching forward and kissing me deeply. “You tired, baby?” He asked gently, rubbing circles on my sensitive skin. Sheepishly, I nodded, and Matt didn’t hesitate before guiding me off of his lap and helping me lay down on the couch.

As soon as my head hit the soft material, I felt my body immediately begin to relax again. I watched from my place on the couch as Matt began to slowly crawl over to me, before leaning above me. “You did so good baby,” He brought his lips to my chest and began dropping soft kisses against my skin, “Now,” His mouth travelled from my chest down to my stomach, “I want you to just lay here and relax,” He continued to move his lips down my stomach to my hips, “Let me make you feel good, okay?” His face was now hovering above my swollen heat, and I couldn’t help but nod frantically, feeling a sudden need to have his mouth on me.

Matt situated his body so that he could lay down with his face still just above my core. He brought both of his hands to my folds and I flinched as he used his thumbs to spread them apart slightly; exposing my bundle of nerves to the air. My vision partially skewed by his hair flopping in front of his eyes, I watched in awe as he brought his mouth closer and closer to where I needed it the most; before immediately gasping in pleasure once I felt his warm tongue make contact with my clit.

Immediately, Matt got to work in swirling his tongue in expert circles on my overstimulated nerves. This sensation in combination with his rough beard against my inner thighs was so intense it was almost painful in the best way possible, and I was incapable of controlling the throaty moans that fell from my lips as I watched him devour me entirely. Matt then used his mouth to suck on my nerves, bringing forward yet another new sensation that drove me crazy. It felt so unbelievably good, my hands flew to his hair where I held firmly; doing everything in my power to keep him in place. “Oh yeah baby, please, just like that.” I struggled to get the words out through my constant gasps of pleasure, but it was clear that they didn’t fall on deaf ears as Matt moaned in pleasured acknowledgement against my heat and kept his rhythm and pressure the exact same.

Feeling another orgasm begin to bear its teeth in my stomach, it was like my hips grew a mind of their own because as soon as Matt brought his hands under my ass to lift me slightly up on the couch; I began grinding my heat against his eager mouth. “Fuck.” He moaned against my clit as he continued to greedily suck and lick my nerves. I squeezed my eyes shut as a whine escaped my lips from an approaching orgasm, the pleasure that his mouth was giving me was too much. “S-stop baby.” I said suddenly, to which he immediately detached his mouth from me and I watched as his eyes scanned my fucked out face. “What’s wrong? You want to stop?” He seemed so concerned, clearly worried that he had somehow crossed a boundary, and it caused my chest to flutter. “N-no. It’s just, I was gonna cum again.” He raised a quizzical eyebrow, clearly confused by how that might be a problem. “I…I want to cum with you.” I finally said, and watched as his facial expression changed from one of concern back to one filled with lust.

He smiled quickly before dragging his body up my own, planting occasional kisses along my body on his way. Once he reached my head, he immediately began kissing me passionately, slipping his tongue through my parted lips and allowing me to taste myself on his mouth. Pulling away, I noticed my arousal laced throughout his beard, and that along with his pink swollen lips fresh off of my heat was enough to make my head spin. Just then, I felt him line his shaft up with my entrance, and immediately gasped out when he slid it in completely. Before moving at all, Matt took a moment to gaze down at my destroyed face before grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist. He then leaned forward and propped himself on his forearms on either side of my head; slipping a hand through my hair and grabbing onto it gently.

After noticing my body relax, he finally began thrusting into me. Starting off slow and deep, he gradually increased his speed until he was pounding his inches deep into me at a rapid pace. Already being close to cumming, I struggled to get a grip on my thoughts as the pleasure of the moment pulled me deeper and deeper into a world of euphoria. “You’re so tight sweetheart.” He muttered through his grunts, and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at his words. “F-feels so good Matty.” I managed to reply, tightening my legs around his waist as I tried everything I could to hold off my orgasm.

Matt’s hand snaked through my hair before he grabbed onto my cheek, brushing it gently with his thumb as he stared at me with a gaze so intense that it was almost intimidating. “I-I’m close Y/n.” He nearly whispered, and I felt his pace begin to slow slightly as he began to be overtaken by his own orgasm. My eyebrows knitted together as I felt my walls began to break. “M-me too.” I replied, wrapping my hands tightly around his biceps to keep me grounded. “Ah fuck, I’m cumming baby.” His erotic words were followed by a string of animalistic grunts as he drove his cock in and out of me — slow but hard — and it was like my body was waiting to hear those words as my second orgasm immediately ran through me like a freight train.

My breathy moans harmonized with his deep ones, and I felt my walls contract around his shaft; milking his dick as it painted them white. My legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist, he was barely able to move them as we both rode the waves of our intense pleasure. As my orgasm continued to tear through me, my back arched off of the couch and my body trembled. From above me, Matt watched me writhe in bliss as his movements completely stopped. As I finally began coming down from my high, I felt his hand brush through my hair affectionately, and watched as his face turned up in a smile before he placed a deep kiss to my lips.

He gently pulled his cock out of me, causing me to wince from the raw pain, before laying beside me on the couch and pulling me into him. Face to face, we stared lovingly at each other for a moment; my mind still spinning from how good he had made me feel, and in that moment I was worried that my heart might explode. His blissed expression told me that he was feeling the same, and his hand delicately rubbing the small of my back confirmed it. “Are you okay?” He finally asked, minor concern visible on his beautiful face. “I’m more than okay.” I answered honestly with a chuckle, causing him to laugh in relief as well. “I think I actually love sex.” I continued, causing him to really laugh this time before planting a kiss on my sweat-beaded forehead. “Well I think I actually love you.”

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[envy-of-the-apple]

the jjk naga au is getting to me……..i fear im terminally ill with thoughts about it (seriously, top of the food chain is such a yummy series (?) and im soso obsessed with how you've written gojo’s and geto’s characters, i reread your works everyday, i just can't get enough! ^^)

and i hope you don't mind if i share a Thought i've had :3 (i was going for an mc who used to draw/sketch/make art just for this specific scenario)

Imagine that your time on the island's barely dragging on. There's only so many berries to pick and so many times you can braid Suguru’s hair into elaborate styles. You're bored, stranded on an island with these two naga captors and their (adorable) hatchlings.

Well, there's always playing with the hatchlings, or tussling with Satoru (he calls it playtime but you're far from amused when you get a faceful of sand when he tugs your legs out from under you) but you miss your alone time. That little bubble of yours. Ah, privacy. 

Like that'd happen, but you can dream.

It's a stroke of chance when Nobara comes to you with her new haul of human paraphernalia, all too excitedly. A leather satchel. Some printed photos of nameless faces with scenic backgrounds. A waterlogged cell phone, practically unsalvageable. A journal with pages so thoroughly soaked, it falls apart in wet clumps.

“What are these?” You can hear her rummage through the bag, her nose wrinkling slightly. “Smells weird.” And so you look over to see her glaring down at a (relatively new) set of oil paints, sealed away in the bag. It's likely that she picked up on the scent of the strange chemicals.

Your eyes are bright with hope as you gently pull it out of her hold. Ready to answer her million and one questions.

…

After all this time that you've thought of what you'd wished to be able to do, you're at a loss. You've got a wall to the cave to yourself, a set of oil paints and a makeshift brush from the wood of this one particular tree off the side of the island. The only thing you're missing right now is inspiration.

A muse.

Satoru and Suguru are snoozing. Peaceful and laid in each other's arms. you can appreciate the quiet to yourself.

You hear familiar shrieks and playful yells of the hatchlings' name. 

The slight bit of quiet, then.

Nobara and Yuji are wrestling in the water, arguing over something in a mix of clicks and curse words. The sight is an endearing one, but moving too quick.

So you do some searching inward.

And you paint what comes to mind. What you've felt this whole time.

…

“What's that?” Ever the curious one, Nobara rests her head on your shoulder to peer over at your artwork in progress. She doesn't understand any of it—and she wouldn't. Your human upbringing is leagues different from hers.

“... Home.” You murmur, and Nobara’s glancing up at you in wonder because of the way your eyes glisten, the way your hand lingers over to paint in a fine detail.

“Well, it was my home.” You smile back at her, and she's at ease. You're not sad—no, she'd make it everybody's problem if you were—and then she makes sure to know everything about the scene you've drawn.

“What's that?” She gestures. Careful not to smudge the paint off, index outstretched to a figure she doesn't recognise.

“That's a lamp. When it gets dark, we switch it on so there's light. Like the torches in the cave, you see?”

“Torch? Hmm… and that?”

It seems that talking about your old home brings a warmth to your voice. Nobara beams up at you all giddy as you explain, eager to learn more. Eventually Yuji slinks over to listen as well, more so to the sound of your voice than what you're saying.

You sound happy, the pair can tell. Like when you taste a berry sweeter than the others, or when you tell them stories of your own to lull them to sleep. They like the chime of joy in your voice, and neither stops you from rambling about your once-home. 

It's a moment of peace. and warmth.

Yet it shatters for you when you feel a strong muscled tail coil around your waist, that familiar sense of having your space invaded taking over. A very intrigued Satoru looms over you, eyes glinting as he takes in the sight. You know that something's off—he seems more punishing with how tight he holds you.

“Home, huh?” Satoru repeats, and even the hatchlings can tell that's their cue to leave. Nobara offers you a lingering glance, almost pouty before she slithers away, following after her brother.

…

The next early morning, you find your home gone. 

In a sense, it's a bitter joke to be played on you. Not only were you never going to be back at your own place, even the expression of the idea was taken away from you. Just like your freedom was. your choice. The wall of the cave was bare, not a hint of the paint or the sentiment lingering behind. As if someone hit a total reset. Paints nowhere to be found, your canvas scrubbed clean.

Suguru stretches out from behind you, one of the first few to wake up, wrapping you in a lazy hug, before he follows your gaze. You'd call the soft laugh that rumbles in his chest cruel. Mocking your homesickness in that loving way only he could manage.

“Must've rained last night.” He comments at the absence of your artwork, and you wish you could pinpoint at least an inch or sarcasm in his words. You nod quietly, and he draws you in closer.

Cold lips brush against your temple. 

“The only home you need is with us.”

The sand under your feet is drier than your throat.

(oh my god im sorry if i rambled too much, i hope its not annoying ^^;;)

jaw dropping. amazing. wHAT????

I love how anon made Nobara's characterization so much sweeter and innocent. Though it's probably cuz she's younger in this fic...considering she can still stay on land. And satosugu not even wanting you to THINK of your old home is so accurate. I feel the more they learn your language, the more eager they'll be to display ownership.

Anyway thx anon for making the fourth part! from now on if anyone wants an addition to the naga series turn to the anons not me.

[delimeats-000]

Just the Editor

summary: chris teasing the podcast editor takes a little turn

warnings: language, make outs, dry humping

requested.

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im editing a podcast for THE sturniolo triplets. this is big, like huuge. these guys got me through senior year of hs, and now im their editor, like wtf.

on the set beyond the wall that divides us i can hear the guys laughing with one another.

they’ve been recording for about 2 and a half hours. they should be done soon and come check the final product of the last pod i edited.

soon enough they finish their current recording and come to the editors office.

“Hey y/n/n.” nick says.

“Hey nick.” i get out of my chair to hug him and greet the other boys. “Im pretty much done if you guys wanna take a peek on the last episode.”

“Oh i have a meeting with madi and laura that matts gonna drive me to.” nick hesitates. “If chris is up for it he can stay and watch.”

“Yeah i can come pick him up after the meeting.” matt chimes in.

“Ok sounds good.”

no it doesn’t, two of three triplets gone leaving me with the third that i just so happen to be absolutely smitten over.

matt interrupts my thoughts, “Alright cool. We’ll be back.”

“Be good Chris.” nick laughs before heading out the door and closing it behind him.

i turn to face chris. i hope to god he doesn’t see how nervous i am.

“Ok so you ready?”

“Uhh yeah, you got pepsi?”

“Yeah there should be some in the fridge downstairs.”

“You wanna lead me over there? Please?”

“Of course.” i stand up and quickly walk to the foor opening it for him.

“No no, ladies first.” he winks.

fuck.

“Thanks.” wtf, THANKS, dumbass.

he laughs tho, ok cool, play it cool.

we walk down the stairs and into the kitchen in silence.

“Do you want one or two?” i say bent over in the fridge reaching for his pepsi. he steps close behind me, resting his hand on my lower back.

“Lemme get two, just in case.”

“ok.” i feel weak, his hand feels so firm and strong.

compared to the cold room i was in his hand is hot and the temperature change makes me shiver.

“Are you ok?” he asks as i stand up.

“Yeah just cold.”

“Here take my sweatshirt.”

before i can decline the offer he’s already taking it off revealing a wife beater that lifts halfway up his torso as the sweatshirt comes off. my eyes go wide and i dont get the chance to fix my expression before he notices the blush on my face.

he laughs softly, “Here goof, put it on.”

i take the sweater and put it on.

“You look good.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, lets go watch the pod.”

“Yeah.”

my face is most definitely flushed, im hot, genuinely burning up and the sweater is making this worse now, but it smells so good. i cant take it off, not yet.

“Ok here you go.” i pass him my laptop and headphones so he can watch the pod on the loveseat in the office.

“Yo, you’re not gonna watch with me?”

“Uh, i guess i can.”

he scoots over and hands me the other headphone. he presses play. i cant even focus on the video in front of me, all i can think about is the fine ass man right next to me. shoulder to shoulder i swear i can feel his heart beat. there’s no way in hell im playing this cool. i just know im shaking. please god dont let him notice.

but he does anyways.

he pauses the video, “Is everything ok.”

i dont want to look him in the eyes, im gonna give it up. “Mhm, yeah.”

“Look at me.” he says quiet and gentle. but i dont look.

he grabs my face turning me towards him.

“I said look at me.”

he’s serious this time, his tone still quiet but now firm.

“Sorry.” i mumble.

“Shh, don’t apologize.” a smile grows on his face. “Whats on your mind?”

i shrug, struggling to make eye contact.

“Tell me, baby.”

im sure he could see the shock on my face because his subtle smirk turned into a soft chuckle.

“you’re pretty, chris.”

“You think so?”

i nod my head quickly.

“You’re beautiful, y/n.” he leans closer. “Can i kiss you?”

i nod once more before his lips land on mine.

he starts slow speeding up the kiss getting more rough. his tongue now caressing mine. he slowly runs his hand down to my neck and lets the other rest on my hip.

his sloppy kisses lead down my neck and i feel him leaving his mark. i let out a moan from the sharp pain, as i reach to grab his hair.

he bites harder making me let out another moan before he lets go, breathing hard he says, “Keep moaning for me, baby.”

“Yes sir.” i say as he goes back to making out with me.

i straddle his waist taking control grinding on his dick feeling the bulge grow larger.

“Fuck. Ke-keep going.”

now kissing down his neck and grinding against his hard cock, ive got him moaning for me.

then.

there’s a knock.

“Heeeyy.”

its nick. he opens the door to me struggling to get off chris. chris is completely unfazed as im absolutely embarrassed.

“Chris.”, matt laughs. “You didn’t.”

Nicks jaw completely dropped he turns around and walks out of the room.

Matt daps up chris before leaving too.

Chris stands up walking towards me, “Call me ok?”

i nod and he kisses my cheek before heading out the door.

i fall back onto the loveseat in utter disbelief.

“He forgot his sweatshirt.”

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dialogue key: nick - matt - chris - y/n

hope you like it, love you 🫶

EDIT: Pt 2 Out Now

[svt-nari]

seventeen reaction to ‘love wins all’ mv !

words: 2k-ish

a/n: not proofread!

nari laughed as she sat in front of the camera, the practice room lighting highlighting her features. the voices behind the camera wouldn’t stop teasing her, doing even more when s.coups joined her. you could hear their hollering from far, the twelve man causing a ruckus inside the big room – that felt far too small from their presence.

“our beautiful couple!~”, teased seungkwan with a following whistle from jeonghan, the others laughing and keeping the mess going.

“let’s just get it over with!”, nari whined. “sit down!”

just like baby ducklings they immediately followed up with her order and sat down behind the couple, politely smiling and waving at the camera.

“hi! we are seventeen!”, they introduced themselves.

“and today these doofus-“, she got many boo’s in response, giggling at it. “are going to react to my new music video… featuring coupsie!”, she smiled at him.

the action caused an even bigger reaction from the other men, the couple rolling their eyes as cheol shushed them to finally start their task at hand.

the production crew got the laptop and table all set in front of the group, nari admiring their moment as they seemed unbothered by the cameras and just kept their normal daily lives. the staff told them to start and nari prepared herself mentally for all the teasing she would get for the rest of her life after this.

“so, let’s play!”, nari pressed the button and the video started.

the clip starts off with the couple running from a flying cube, they were in a forest and desperate to get away from it.

“wait,” dino started, making nari pause the video. “what does that cube means?”

nari smirked and unpaused the video, “you’ll have to watch the whole thing to figure it out!~”

“aigoo!” seungkwan pouted, “you are both bruises up.”

the video continued with the square going over a building, nari tapping cheol’s chest and motioning with her head towards somewhere.

“why did they put a caption there?”, jun wondered. “you can’t talk because of the cube?”

“well,” cheol started, looking over at nari who shook her head and smirked at him. “can’t tell you, you’ll figure it out later. promise.”

as the video kept going, the couple soon entered a building. at that moment, the first melodies of the song started to play.

“wait!”, dokyeom screamed. “why is hyung’s eye blue? are you blind!?”

the couple just snickered and cheol nodded, “yes, i am blind of that eye. later it will make more sense.”

everyone just nodded and turned their attentions back to the video, being even more interested now to find out the reasons behind what they saw in those first seconds.

“why is there a pile of clothes there?”, wonwoo asked silently.

nari shrugged and gave him a quick look, mouthing ‘you’ll see later’ to him.

in the video, the couple was seen quickly hiding as the cube appeared up im the sky through the glass ceiling. they looked shaken up by it.

“this is all so confusing…”, dino scratched his head, nari cooing and ruffling his hair slightly.

as soon as nari’s voice played through the devide with the first lyrics of the song, all chaos broke out, making her have to pause the video once again.

“woah, miss nari~”, jeonghan teased her, mocking her. “dearest darling!~ who was it for, huh?”

the woman just shook her head and hid her face in her hands, everyone still teasing her just from the first lyrics of the song.

“everyone’s quiet and ready?”, she asked them after a few minutes, receiving positive responses from everyone. she unpaused the video.

in the mv cheol was seen picking up an old camera, quickly bringing it over to his good eye and pointing it towards nari. as soon as he saw her through the lens, everything seemed brighter and better than their actual world.

“wait!”, joshua started, the video pausing again. “why did the camera change his view of you?”

nari sighed and smiled, “well, that camera is basically the world before it was ruined and behind the camera is their present. the lenses are basically the filter of love, as it shows the beautiful things in the world beyond the appearance of someone or somethings.”

“woah, you just memorized it all?”, mingyu looked at her.

“no,” she laughed. “i was the one who suggested it, so you could understand that the physical appearance doesn’t mean anything.”

the hummed and nari clicked play once again. as she put the camera to her eye and turned to see him through it, cheol wasn’t blind anymore.

“so for you the fact that he is blind means nothing because you focus rather on his inner beauty?”, minghao asked quietly.

“yes, hao,” she answered. “because it doesn’t matter to me.”

“this is so heartbreaking and adorable at the same time…”, seungkwan sniffed. “you touching his face while looking through the camera because it makes it all look all right rather than reality…”

cheol quickly latched his hand on nari’s, giving it a squeeze. the woman smiled at the action and unpaused the video with her free hand.

the video resumed and the couple appeared sitting together in a table, with cheol using the camcorder to see nari eat in the ‘alternate reality’ while she only could pretended to eat in real life. after pretending, she started to use sign language to communicate with cheol, which made the video be paused again due to collective gasps being heard from behind the couple.

“you are deaf?”, vernon mumbled. “that’s why you didn’t speak and they used the captions?”

“yeah,” nari replied. “not only that but i’m also mute in that universe.”

“oh my god…”, seungkwan breathed out. “this is making me emotional.”

the boys agreed with him, turning their attention back to the laptop. nari quickly clicked play again.

the video showed her with the camera now, using it to see cheol pretending to eat. as she got up to clean his mouth, they suddenly were in the world inside the camera. the couple used that to eat and have fun, the little moment making them forget about the harsh reality behind the camera. while they had fun, the people behind them wouldn’t stop bugging and judging them, but they didn’t care about that — only about one another.

in the next scene they were in a clothing store, soon after appearing in wedding fits. nari with a beautiful dress while cheol had a tuxedo on, smiles on their faces as they were in a photo booth. still in the love filter world.

“you two looked so happy in that reality,” hoshi sighed.

“and the lyrics are so deep, it fits more with the video than i thought…” woozi said softly.

nari only smiled at that, watching the video while imagining their actual wedding – specially now that cheol was dismissed from enlisting due to his injury.

as the photos in the mv came out, instead of being ‘okay’ like in the love filter, they were bruised up like in the real world. cheol with his blind eye and nari still mute and deaf, but looking happy because they still had each other.

the pillow fight scenes and them on the stage singing made everyone smile, thinking how much this resembled the two in real life. as the couple got closer to sing in the mic, everyone ‘ooh’ed teasingly, the couple turning red from this.

in the middle of their fun on stage, the cube suddenly appeared in the restaurant’s door. the love filter disappearing as they ran away from the cube.

seungkwan sniffed. “why did it have to appear now!”

“why is this cube so annoying?”, jeonghan whined.

as the video showed through the cracked wall, everyone gasped at the sight of the many floating cubes and the destroyed city, together with the lyrics ‘destroy me slowly and chilly, ruiner’.

nari paused the video. “i don’t know if you guys got the message yet, but did you understand why we were running from the cube?”

most of them shook their heads to the girl, eager to know about the video’s villain.

“i won’t tell you just yet!”, they all whined. “but in the end i’ll talk about it.” and with that she unpaused the video.

the video came back with the couple in front of the clothes pile and the cube in front of them, nari had a bar in her hands which was quickly taken from her by cheol; who tried to destroy it but couldn’t. he ended up falling down and nari followed suit, holding him close to her as he held her hand in his chest. the couple knew there wasn’t any escape left for them, just accepting their fate and watching their last moments together.

“pause this! i need a moment!”, seungkwan mumbled. “i know this is not real, but seeing you two like this maked me so scared, noona.”

the woman got up slightly to hug him, comforting the boy with her words and actions.

“did you two just accept your fate then?” jun asked her while holding onto his chair.

she nodded, getting away from seungkwan to sit down again. “yeah, we are just accepting it now.”

with this they decided to watch the rest of the video without pausing anymore, just so nari could finally explain it to them.

as the cube turned red, nari looked down to cheol and covered his good eye with her hand so he wouldn’t watch it happening. the boys could all feel their eyes turn a bit glassy from this, some even shedding a tear or two. as the cube got closer they just held each other tighter, nari watching it all unfold in front of her face. before anything could happen the camera focused on the camcorder on the ground, which captured the couple’s last moments together — their feet slowly floating away from the ground as the cube slowly killed them. the camcorder turned black and slowly their clothes fell on top of the many other clothes on the pile.

“this was so sad…”, mingyu pouted.

“just remembering it makes me sad.” chan frowned.

“sorry for this then,” nari sheepishly replied. “i wanted something deep to represent the lyrics. i wrote them a long time ago, around 2021. it holds a lot of meaning to me and i wanted to release it when i was sure i was gonna have my happy ending.”

everyone nodded at her words, some of the boys pouting as they though back on the lyrics. they all knew she wrote it for cheol during their early start in the relationship as he had been by her side since the beginning. it all made so much sense to anyone who knew just a bit of their story, specially to those who understood what she meant by the ‘happy ending’ as they were going to get married.

“but what about the cube?” hoshi asked her.

“the cube is the discrimination going after everyone,” she sighed. “remember that i was deaf and mute while cheol was blind? well, the cube wanted us because we ‘didn’t fit’ and we just didn’t care about that part. we love each other and that’s enough to make us just ignore that.”

“that’s so deep…”, vernon sighed.

after he said that there was a silence, no one saying anything, just nodding. it was broken by nari’s giggles, which turned into a fit of laughter from everyone.

“caratdeul!~”, nari cooed to the camera. “thank you for watching! “

“yeah! hope you liked our acting this time!”, cheol smiled.“we were…”

“seventeen!”, everyone chorused. “bye bye!”

all rights reserved © svt-nari, 2024

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okay guys this is that one fic that got deleted about hamzah but i have the screenshots of it so i’m gonna copy and paste it all and i’ll tag the people that wanted to have it!!!!

THIS IS NOT MY FIC!!!!!!! im just reblogging it for the people who wanted it

@hamzahsfav @slushynoobzluvr @lovretrait

i would tag everyone who replied but i cant for some reason🙁

Your last straw is close to snapping. You're sure of it.

That's the thought that's been looping inside your mind as you sit on top of the sheets of your bed, ankles crossed. You pop your bubblegum, eyes trained on the man sat in your chair across the room. 21:06.

That's what the clock reads. It's been an hour since Hamzah arrived, bashful smile at the door as he apologised for setting this session back an hour.

"And, you see, the specific shape of the active site of an enzyme enables it to function," Hamzah drawls on, unfaltered by your clear disinterest. Maybe he doesn't see; his nose is pulled tightly in his book. "It's - It's really a simple understanding of 'lock and key. You can think of enzyme activity as molecular collisions resulting in the formation of enzyme-substrate complexes." All the terms blur together in your mind.

In one ear, transformed and decorated by the thought of anything else, then out the other.

You almost feel bad for Hamzah, pulled into your room to try get you to learn something, anything, for two hours, just so he can earn some extra money. He sits at your desk while you distract yourself with whatever is more interesting which, as it so happens, is almost everything. He doesn't complain, doesn't say much to you other than hey and a string of jargon you don't care to understand. It's not like your bitchy, unimpressed stare is very welcoming.

Hamzah has this certain aura around him. A loser trapped in a hot body.

Really, he could be getting absolutely no play, or the exact opposite, it's hard to tell with those nerdy shirts and nervous energy. But does energy matter when he's gorgeous? He's got big, brown eyes, with a charming shy smile, and adorable curly hair. Girls would look away a flutter of red flags if it meant birthing kids with those traits.

You sigh, pushing the textbooks off your bed, rolling to your belly. You rest your chin on your crossed arms, eyeing Hamzah. He gives you a look at the shifting noise, rounding his eyes as they fall on the stripe of skin your loose lounging shorts have revealed in the crossfire. It's barely a few centimeters of your asscheeks, but Hamzah blushes all the same, flipping back to his book as though burned. You smirk.

Interesting.

"Hamzah" you trail lightly, the cadence of a song.

You found your bright new, shining distraction. Your smile is vicious and dangerous, ready to bite, to gnaw to the bone.

Hamzah looks up at you, incertain. You rarely address him during your tutoring lessons. You're not even sure you've said his name before, at least not to him. "I'm bored with biology," you declare, artfully pouty and dejected.

"Oh," he says. He swallows thickly. Flips through his book. His nervous tics make him all the more tantalizing to you. Some cruel need to toughen him up. “Um—“

You lick your teeth, grinning. "I want to study anatomy."

Hamzah laughs, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"That's not in the syllabus." There's something about the way he tries to display like he has a total misunderstanding of your line, like he misses the intention you clearly display, that makes the need frizzle inside of you. An innocent little thing, to pick and devour through.

You sit up, resting your weight on your heels. Your knees part suggestively, the loose shorts riding up your thighs. Your crop top sits up your ribs. Belly button piercing winks at him. Hamzah takes in the sight, face pale. You grin, victorious.

"I didn't mean that anatomy," you say, teasing. You rest a hand loosely on your leg, purposefully dragging his stare down to it. Your delicately painted nails flash against your skin.

"Oh." He swallows thickly, hypnotized by the soft flesh of your thighs. "I-" He shakes his head, as if to draw himself out of the daydream. "I, um-" He repeats, then laughs, "What?"

You sigh, kneeling up and getting off the bed. Your bare feet wiggle in the fuzzy, soft carpet. You prowl to him, predator-like. His breath hitches in his throat, right where you want it.

"Hamzah," you sing, and he chokes at the sound. Just his name drives him wild - good to know. You get close enough to lean on the desk, to tower over him.

He blinks up at you, robbed of speech. You flutter your eyelashes at him. "Are you a virgin?"

His lips part in surprise, but he doesn't answer. Not that he needs to; the fucking sight of him is enough to know. It's about the fun of watching him stumble, stutter, push his little glasses up his nose, telltale signs you revel in.

You sit on the desk, bunching his careful notes. You trail two fingers up his shoulder, that awful cheesy shirt. You almost resent the feel of it on your skin, if not for the way he shivers.

You pout mockingly at him, stopping where the collar of his shirt meets the skin of his neck. "Are you gonna answer me?"

"Yeah, l'm- yes." You run your fingertips on his neck, a grazing touch that has him staring up at you in devotion. You smirk.

"Have you ever been touched like this?" You run your thumb to the other side of his neck, a strong path. You want him to feel it, until your hand stretches over his throat, possessive.

He swallows under your palm, Adam's apple bobbing on your fortune-telling palm lines. "No," he admits quietly. You feel it resonate more than you hear it.

You hum, silently thrilled. "And have you ever been kissed?" You whisper.

Hamzah stares up at you. He waits a second, two-takes his time. "No." You smirk. You pick your gum between two fingers, pressing it into the corner of his notes. Perfect.

It's a little awkward, of course, because you're perched on the desk and he's sitting all the way down on his chair, gripping its arms. But, still, you bend down and kiss him square on the mouth.

He gasps against you, freezing there. You're undeterred; you kiss and kiss him, smearing your strawberry lipgloss, until he snaps into action and kisses you back. It's a rhythmless, artless thing.

He doesn't know how to kiss.

What he lacks in technique, he makes up in eagerness, opening his mouth and licking a wet tongue into yours. You giggle a little, taste the Sour Patch kids he nervously ate from his bag between two scientific words you purposefully didn't remember. You press at his throat, just so he's as breathless as you are. He moans against your lips, panting.

Hamzah doesn't dare touch. His body is fixed to the desk chair, letting himself be kissed, taking only what you are willing to offer. He sits there like you are breathing life into his mouth, eating and eating and never asking for more. It's what makes you want to give him more.

You pull away from him, straightening like a queen taking her throne. Under you, the pages wrinkle and ruffle, and he doesn't even care. His lips are swollen and pink, shiny from the lipgloss. Breaths puff out from there, pulling attention.

"You're really pretty," you admit lowly, like a secret he should know.

"Thanks," he flushes.

You release his throat, wiping your pink gloss off his lips. They part instinctively. You smile, slipping your thumb inside. He sucks the strawberry, warm tongue on your fingerprint. Power loosens your head.

"Do you want me?" You ask, as though his mouth drooling around your thumb wasn't indication enough.

You want the words; you want the worship.

"Yeth," he says, choking on your finger. You smile, taking it out and drying it on his cheek.

You don't make a big show of taking your shirt off.

Your hands are at the hem of your baby tee, then it's off your shoulders, thrown on the pink carpet. Hamzah whines, surprised and overwhelmed, throwing a furtive glance at the cracked door of your bedroom.

"It's okay," you whisper, taking his hand. Soft and weak; he hasn't worked a day in his life. It's slack between your fingers. He lets you puppeteer it to your breasts, lets you grope yourself with him as an instrument.

He makes another small noise from the back of his throat, staring at the fucking sight like he can't quite believe it truly is his own hand. "God," he mutters to himself, and it's exactly how you feel.

"Say thank you," you taunt him, because you know he will.

"Y/n," he sighs, looking at you pleadingly. He's embarrassed, and you'd stop if it didn't turn you on so much. You raise your brows at him expectantly, waiting.

Like clockwork, Hamzah lowly revels, "Thank you." You grin, satisfied. Growing bold, he rubs a thumb over your hard nipple, a tough callus you didn't expect on the tip of it. It makes you moan; a crack in your spotless armor, but he doesn't even notice. Too preoccupied with playing with your tits, pawing at it greedily.

"Can I-" He flushes, shaking his head.

"What?"

"Can I lick them?" A drop of heat strikes through you.

You clench your thighs, arching your back into his readied palm.

"Yes." He leans in before you've finished the 's, sucking your abandoned nipple into his mouth. He licks and rubs and pinches, raw skill pulling at your sensitive skin. You bite back groans, breathing harshly. Your chest rises and falls into his mouth, but he's just as diligent.

You rake a long-nailed hand into his hair, scratching his scalp with every particularly delicious lick. He moans at that, vibrating on your sensitive nipples.

He sticks his tongue out, panting like a dog, dipping down to the valley of your tits and pressing a kiss, then climbing up a new breast. He bites gently, and you jump, surprised by his boldness.

"Sorry," he whispers. You don't like this little switch-up in power. He's supposed to be purring for you, enthrallment shining in his eyes. You tug on his hair, making him look at you.

Hamzah stares up, dutiful. He doesn't care about the power game; hasn't even realized you were slipping.

He takes what you give.

You soothe away the sting of his hair. "Pretty boy," you coo. Hamzah beams at that, you can see it in his eyes.

"Wanna ruin you."

With this, you jump off the desk, and kneel under it.

"Oh," Hamzah says, eyes wide as he watches you fumble with his pants. You unbutton and unzip, fast and knowledgeable, dipping into his boxers— "Wait."

You look up at him, inches from your goal. You cock your head, frowning. "What?"

"Just-" He pants, staring at you with those big, brown eyes. God. "Just give me a second."

You hum, grazing a finger on the faint happy trail of his stomach. His belly sucks in. "Are you nervous?"

"No," he says. Lie. "Yes. I don't know." He nervously laughs. His hands still grip the armrests, white-knuckled. "Why are you doing this?"

You shrug. "I want to." You tip your head, kissing his soft hand. "Do you want me to?"

"Well, yeah."

You grin. "Relax." Finally, your hand slips under his underwear, and you wrap around his hard length. He gasps, cold fingers against hot skin, fingers against him.

His hips jump into your fist as you draw him out.

Another nervous glance to the door, still half-opened.

There's nobody else home, he knows this, so you wonder why he seems so cautious. You lick your lips.

Perhaps it's the thought that your roommates could come back any moment.

You lightly scratch your nails against him. You run a thumb on his tip, smearing precum. He hisses, turning into a moan as you slowly drag your hand down. He's frozen and tense, almost afraid of moving, as if that would make you go away.

"Teach me," you say.

He blinks at you, dazed. "Huh?"

Your eyes vaguely look up to the desk you hide under, biology notes in his scratchy writing laying wrinkled.

"Biology. I'm paying you for a reason, aren't I?"

"Oh-" He flushes, embarrassed. Pushes his glasses up. "Right, right." His hands let go of the armrests, searching through the pages. You choose this moment to kiss the tip of his cock. He whimpers, shutting his eyes in pleasure. "Fuck." You giggle, all too happy.

He struggles to find where you disturbed him, biting his lip in comical concentration. You tease him, enjoying all the little breaths he chokes on, the soft sounds he tries to hide. Your hand pumps up and down, twisting at the wrist.

You wonder how often he's done this on himself, who he imagined between his legs.

From now, it'll be you. You'll make sure of it.

"Right, so," Hamzah starts, out of breath. "In some reactions," he continues arduously, "one substrate is broken down into multiple products. And-" Devilishly, you lick a stripe up his length. He groans, twitching on your tongue. "Shit," he mutters.

He drags his stare down, pulling away from his notes to watch you. You indulge him, parting your lips and wrapping them around his tip. You suck on it gently.

His face wrinkles, a moan breaking from him. You pull your head down, swallowing him. He clutches at his papers, scrunching them himself.

"Oh, God," Hamzah says, trying to catch his breath as you bob your head. "I'm- Shit."

You let go of him with a wet pop, stroking him quickly.

"Shh," you tease him. "You're too loud." Again, he throws a nervous look towards the door.

Saliva and lipgloss and precum already lube him, but you keep your hand at his base as you spit on his cock.

You drag it down his length. Hamzah's eyes snap towards you. "Do that again." He wants to see you.

You smirk, tilting your head to leave wet kisses up his cock, then lick his tip. You spit on it, and a low groan resonates from him. His hips rise up into your hand, but you push them down with your claws.

"Fuck," he whimpers from the back of his throat, melting on the chair. He likes it messy. You grin, peppering little kisses over his cock, smearing him in strawberry lipgloss.

"What's the other thing?"

"Huh?" He blinks, tying himself back to reality. "Right, um, substrates. It's-" Again, you choose this moment to push him down your throat. He loses speech, mumbling incoherent syllables, some broken version of your name.

Though your head bobs quickly, pulling further and further down his length, twisting a stroking hand all the same, you pinch your nails at his hip. He jumps, struck out of the daze of pleasure, blinking down at you.

"Yeah, it's — The other reactions are-" You let go of his hip, pinching your own nipple instead. Hamzah whines, losing his train of thought. "You're not being fair."

You laugh, spitting him out to catch your breath. You grope yourself and he watches, not sure which hand to focus on. His cheeks are tinted red, maybe from effort, or adrenaline, or shyness. It's cute enough to bite.

Wonder shines in his eyes. He can't believe this is happening; he's eternally grateful, as he should be. As they all should have been, those faceless men you've blown in the bathrooms of parties for attention and a momentary stop to complete boredom. They stayed quiet, almost afraid to make noise, to show they enjoyed it, until they shook and spilled inside your mouth. Hamzah's not afraid to moan.

Your brain rushes, sticky happy. You pant on his cock, trailing a finger down your stomach, then dipping in your shorts. Hamzah's eyes widen, straightening to catch a glimpse. You smile, catching a pool of your arousal.

You come back up, fingers sticky and wet with your slick, and smear it on his cock. Hamzah scrunches his face, whimpering, shaking under your hands.

"You're trying to kill me."

"Only because it's easy," you mock, jerking and twisting your two hands in rhythm, wet sounds ringing in the room.

You free his cock, gripping the armrests of the chair instead. You wrap your mouth around it, and bend down until your nose touches the faint smatterings of dark hair on his belly. You gag on him, and he strangles the edge of the desk trying to kill his moans.

You pump him in your mouth quickly, feeling him twitch and rise to meet you. He remembers himself, falling down on the chair dutifully, not even burying a needy hand in your hair, as though afraid that would be asking for too much.

You drag up, making him hit the inside of your cheek, before releasing him. You spit the precum on him, blinking up through teary eyes. He doesn't have any words, red swollen lip bitten raw.

"I taste great," you say, and then offer up your still-wet fingers to him. He's eager, sucking them into his mouth. He bobs, imitating you, and the sight and feel makes hot desire drip inside of you.

You want to squeeze him until he pops.

You take his hand, pulling it into your hair. He grips instinctively, pushing it out of your face. "Don't push," you warn, serious. He nods frantically, and you trust him to mean it.

You take him into your mouth for what you know is the final time. You're certain he won't last long, droopy and moaning and twitching, hissing every time your tongue runs on him. You bob with skill and precision still. He tugs at your hair, both hands in now, trembling in the mess of it. He never pushes, or fucks his hips up; trusts you to undo him yourself.

He swears and curses and whimpers, head falling down and back, vacillating between the sky and your red, puffy face. You don't think he's even aware of himself, doesn't even process the sounds he's letting out, doesn't give himself even a second to feel embarrassed.

"Fuck, fuck— this isn't—," he whispers to himself, sounding wild. "You're killing me. I'm gonna- I'm gonna-" Hamzah cries, slapping a hand over his mouth, and comes down your throat. He shakes, moans hidden in his palm, eyes shut and forehead wrinkled.

He lets go of your hair with a fucked-out sigh, panting.

His eyes never leave you, disbelief written all over it.

You pull him out of your throat, and smile at him.

You're about to swallow when he touches your arm, unsure of where he's allowed to now. "Wait, can you-"

He grows embarrassed, blushing. "Can you open your mouth?”

You part your lips, showing off his white cum still sitting on your tongue. He whimpers at the sight, fingers digging into your arm. His breathing turns irregular, cheeks reddening, eyes darkening. He's so strange.

Still, you stick your tongue out, putting his load in evidence, making a spectacle of it. He looks tortured, enthralled.

You stay long enough that you feel it run down, long white rope hanging from your tongue, then dropping on your breast.

"Fuck," Hamzah whispers to himself. Seemingly without thinking, he runs his thumb on your breast, catching his cum and sucking it between his lips.

You smile, slurping the cum back into your mouth, and swallowing it. You flash your red tongue at him. "All clean."

"Thank you," Hamzah says. "I- I'm not sure why you did that, but- I, you know, appreciate it." He's so polite. You'd laugh if he wouldn't snap back into that little head box of his.

"I'm very thankful for all those lessons," you wink.

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not." Hamzah's finger rubs the skin of your arm, that strangely tough callus, and it has you leaning into his touch. "Though, this has been my favorite lesson."

"God, I couldn't even get a word out."

"Hence why."

Hamzah snorts and he offers you a hand. You grab it to manoeuvre out from under the desk. You push your sweaty hair out of your face, then wipe the leftover stickiness from your breasts.

Hamzah, of course, follows the movement to your tits.

He swallows. "Do you, um," he pushes his glasses up.

"Do you want, like, something back?"

You arch an eyebrow, incapable of holding a small giggle this time. "Do you know how?"

He stares into your eyes. "I could try."

And, again, there's just something about his eagerness, his willingness, his open devotion, that has you saying, "Yeah, I guess you could try."

You tiptoe to your bedroom door, looking left and right into the hallway, before quietly shutting it. You turn around to a displeased Hamzah. "Oh, so you get to have it closed?"

'''S fun when you're struggling, besides, you know no one's home," you shrug, devilish. You run to the bed, falling on the pillows, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"Come here. cutie." He practicallv trips out of his chair to find you. He's three steps in when you stop him.

"Take your clothes off."

He grows shy under your gaze. Staying in place, fingers shaking, he starts to lift off his shirt. He kicks off his sneakers and his baggy jeans until he stands there in his boxers. He's as hot as you imagined him to be. You smile.

Hamzah crosses his arms. "Can I see you, too?" He whispers.

You shimmy your shorts off your legs and throw it beyond the bed. Hamzah's stare stutters on your pink lace, wet patch where your desire pooled.

You draw a hand towards him and he takes it, falling over you on the bed. He doesn't waste time, giving you a sloppy kiss before mouthing at your neck, your collarbones, your tits. He laps at them first and you wonder if he's trying to get the last lingering taste of his cum. He catches a nipple next and sucks it.

Gaspy moans leave your lips. You part your legs instinctively and he buries between them, already hardening. His cock hits your thigh and he sucks and pinches and plays until you start thinking he might really be able to try.

Your hands descend down his back, freckled under your nails. You grip his waist, pushing at his hip, the hem of his boxers. Hamzah understands, leaving you long enough to kick them off. He pants in front of you, leaning back already, wet, swollen mouth parted.

Hamzah lays over you again and his hard cock presses into your need. You scratch your nails up his back and he jerks, bucking into you. A moan leaves both your mouths. He tries again, artless, just off your clit.

"Oh," he whispers, mostly to himself. He does it again, building and building heat inside of you, yet never relieving.

You huff. You sneak a hand between your bodies, moving your underwear aside until he slips under it.

Another boy would have taken the opportunity, would have buried inside before you even had time to nod, but Hamzah doesn't even think of it.

He humps your wet cunt, tucked tight under your underwear, hem pressing his length. Hamzah moans every time, quickening, desperate. He tilts his hand to better see as his cock bulges the cloth, a wet patch forming where his precum stains.

"Fuck."

And it's better; he's faster, and firmer, and mostly there. He follows your little puffs of shameful breaths, staying where they transform into slack moans.

Pleasure starts waking up inside your belly, sickly warm.

But you've had boys hump at you before, had them bucking between your legs. You know it's not what will get you off. You need your mind stimulated, to be so thoroughly hot and desperate you finally let yourself

до.

You pinch the nape of his neck, making him look at you. A slack, messy smirk lays on your lips. You tease,

"Have you ever thought of me during our tutoring sessions?"

Hamzah's hips stutter. He looks away. "Like..."

"Yeah, like, on my knees."

Hamzah blushes. "Well, yeah."

You grin, too pleased. A deadly smile, hunting.

"When?"

"I don't know..." He mutters. You scowl to yourself, and maybe he senses that, because his chin grazes your shoulder and he admits shamefully, "When you ate that popsicle. And you licked and you slurped and you sucked and, just- I'm a guy. I had visions."

"I had visions." You imitate, mocking. You tsk, "You're such a nerd." You roll your hips back against him and a whimper buries in the skin of your shoulder. "Was it how you imagined?"

"Better." He nods fervently. "So much fucking better. I actually died, I think. You're insane." Pride and power makes your head loose, makes pleasure ripple through your flesh.

You claw at his skin, warning dangerously, "You like it." All it does is make him moan, bucking faster against you. Your toes curl. You breathe in his ear, "Tell me more."

"I, uh- Shit." The tip of his cock burrows in your underwear as he slides, wet and slick from you. He shivers over you. "I'd think about— bending you over the desk."

Your smile ghosts your face, grazing his soft, fresh cheek. "Really?"

"Just, you know, when you wouldn't listen. And you'd pop that chewing gum, and you'd ignore me, and you'd be mean."

You smirk, clicking your tongue. "So you wanted to, what, toughen me up? Take your revenge?"

His cheeks redden. "No." His lips brush your shoulders, and he kisses, opposite. "I don't know. I wanted you to pay attention." He licks your neck. "I wanted to make you scream." Mouths at your jaw. "I wanted to fuck you. Or I- I wanted you."

You can't believe you're now the one blushing. You pant, glad he's buried in your throat, that he can't see.

A moan slips from you as he nips gently at your skin.

Your eyes roll in your skull.

"You like when I'm mean to you?" You tease meanly, out of breath. You scratch his back, burying your hand in his hair, and tugging until he looks you in the eyes.

"Gets you all bothered?"

Hamzah shivers, whining, "Fuck, please-"

You push him onto his back, rolling over. Two hands press into his chest, and you might very well concave his ribcage. You stare him down, divine. "You wanted to fuck me?"

His messy, unbrushed hair falls around his head like a halo. He's sweet enough to make your head spin. He watches you openly behind the glass of his specs, breathing, "Yes."

You trail your fingernails on his hard cock, down to his base. "And now?"

Devoting, "Yes."

A rush of thrill fills you. You kneel up, shimmying your underwear off. Hamzah gasps at the sight, raking a hungry gaze up and down your body. He holds the sheets of your bed with white-knuckled fingers.

You waste no time, rocking your cunt against his tip once, twice, before slowly lowering yourself on him.

You inhale at the stretch. Hamzah's eyes shut, whining. "Look at me," you order, and he listens.

His eyes flash open. He blinks at you as you bottom out. His head rolls, shaking. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." You go to move up, but he holds your hip down.

He takes deep breaths. "Can we- Just, this is-"

"It's okay," you whisper, taking his hand and placing it over the regular beating of your heart. He thumbs your nipple while he's there, breathing in sync with your pulse. You slowly roll your hips on him.

Hamzah moans, gripping the flesh of your thigh. You let him adjust to the feel of it, rocking softly, dragging your clit on his pelvis. You bite your lip raw as pleasure blooms inside of you. Your thighs ache to go faster, harder, but you maintain the delicate pace for him.

Just that has him shaking under you, and you once again grip his hand over your heart to ground him.

"Sorry," he says with an embarrassed laugh. "Fuck," is immediately added when you circle your hips, his eyes rolling. "Fuck, sorry."

"Stop apologizing," you order. "What are the other reactions?" You say, attempting to drag him out of his anxiety-filled head. He frowns at you. "Of enzymes."

His lips part. "I didn't know you knew that term."

You roll your eyes, then your hips, euphoria fizzling under your skin. "I listen to you." His unconvinced look betrays him. "Sometimes."

"They're, um- Shit. They come together to create one

- fuck, one larger molecule or-" You finally rock faster, angling your hips to have him bury inside you right where you need him. You moan, chest rising and falling quickly. Your legs grow desperate; you chase that sickly pleasure.

"Yeah?" You encourage him on, seeing his own pleasure resonate in his face. He bites his lip, pawing uselessly at your thigh. "Or?" You're out of breath.

"Or swap pieces," he finally finishes between two moans. Chuckles, "Actually, pretty much all biological reactions you can think of probably-" Your hips fall harsher on him and he loses his train of thought, overwhelmed. You smile, setting a wild pace, completely unfair.

"Probably what?" You say, teasing, "I'm always thinking about biological reactions."

"Don't tease," he pouts, and you slow down your thrusts just to spite him. He whines, pressing his short fingernails into the skin of your thigh.

"Come on." You make him look you in the eyes, mocking, "Educate me."

"They all have enzymes," Hamzah finally finishes. You reward him by reaching down and pinching his nipple.

He whimpers, cursing your name. "Why have you suddenly decided to be a good student?"

'Cause you're adorable when you're struggling to find words," you answer honestly. You hold your weight up on the hand pressed into his chest, angling your hips until your clit rubs and rubs his pelvis. Your eyes roll, fucking him quicker. "Fuck. I love when I can make you all stupid for me." The power in changing up his DNA composition, making a smart boy incapable of remembering all the jargon you yourself don't know, is addictive. Undoing him block by block until he's putty in your hands. Hamzah just moans, not arguing.

Sweat pearls his forehead. The white sheets make him angelic. He breathes your name, fluttering his eyelashes at you. "Can I try on top?" Maybe it's because he looks so reverent, so innocent, that you nod.

Hamzah doesn't push you and roll you over, instead staying there, as though waiting for it to just magically happen. You giggle to yourself, unmounting him and falling back on the mattress, legs parted. He swallows thickly, laying over you.

His glasses fall down his nose and you laugh, grabbing them and carefully placing them on your nightstand.

He blinks, adjusting to the blurry sight.

His hand shakes as he grabs himself and lines up. He misses once, twice, until you rest a soothing hand on his and guide him. Hamzah moans in your hair as he slides in. He stays in your wet heat for a second, catching his breath, before he thrusts.

And it's bad, of course. He doesn't have any rhythm, bucking blindly inside of you. It's a strange pace, irregular and powerless. He certainly can't find any type of mindnumbing spot. Pleasure simmers lowly in your belly, heat turned off almost to nothing if it weren't for the pretty moans that bury straight in your ear.

You grab his hip, making him look at you. "Start slow," you instruct, guiding him. He follows the movements of your hand, rocking back and forth, slow but regular.

"There," you nod, arching your back. "Just, tilt-" He repositions himself, eager to learn, and you shudder.

You call his name, syrupy with moans.

He's a fast learner, following diligently the guidings of your gripping hand. He fucks into you slowly, but surely. Your toes curl. Pleasure wakes up again, coiling in your belly. "Like this?" He breathes. You nod, encouraging him on.

"It's like I'm tutoring you," you remark, chuckling to yourself. Hamzah snorts. "I like being the smart one for once."

Hamzah frowns. "You're always smart." He says it without thinking, because he means it. Something wet chokes your throat, tugs at your lips. You stare up at his dark eyes, holding them through fanned lashes, searching for any hint of a lie behind his words. Truth.

You swallow, heart growing. "You just don't listen."

"Would you like me to?" You say, tone taunting. A self-destroying instinct, telling you to hurt, to ruin. "Make me your little pet? Be all obedient? Have me sucking your cock while you tell me all about biology?"

His eyebrows furrow. "Do you want me to do that?" All your bullets don't land. He's unconcerned on what he wants. You huff.

Instead of reckoning, you order, "Faster, now." Hamzah nods against your cheek. He obeys, thrusting quicker.

You let go of his hip, climbing up his back just to rake your nails down it. His hips snap faster, harsher, endeavored. You grin, licking his jaw, kissing the bone

"Fuck," he whimpers, catching your lips and kissing you. You wrap your arms around his neck, trapping him there as he ruts between your legs. You swallow all the sounds he makes, kill the swears you think of saying. Euphoria washes you.

He leaves your lips just to smack wet kisses over your face, again and again. On your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids, your chin. He mouths down your throat, starts sucking and nipping at the side. You bury a hand into his hair, pushing him further down. "Not the neck," you explain, breathy.

Hamzah finds the side of your tits and he buries there, sucking at your skin. You arch into his mouth, pleasure rushing up your side at the pinpricks of pain. He moans against you, bucking faster. Your mind spins and spins. "Hamzah." Again, he speeds up, harsh and wild. "Fucking hell, Hamzah."

You tug at his hair and he releases you, lips wet and swollen. He pants over you, eyes dazed with pleasure.

A new wave of heat strikes you just from the sight of him, unmade and wild. You sneak a hand between your bodies. You find your clit easily, rubbing.

Hamzah's head drops to watch you. He whines, seeing where he disappears inside of you, over and over, where your nails swipe at you.

He leans his weight on one arm, joining his own hand with yours. You're surprised at the act, at the willingness of involving himself in the complicated business of your pleasure. Your fingers stop, resting up on your stomach.

He paws blindly at your cunt, just a little off where you need him. You grip his wrist, angling him at the right place, gently circling and swiping with his finger. The callus presses on your clit and it's a delicious sensation. You roll your eyes, crying out, then slapping your palm over your mouth. Hamzah grins proudly, continuing to rub at you.

"This is good, right?" He whispers, pretty eyes all vulnerable on you.

You nod frantically. "Yes. It's good." You melt on the sheets, parting your legs further. "It's really good." His cheeks flush at the compliment. You wrap your hand around his throat, resting there with silent ownership.

"Did you ever think it'd be me?"

He chokes on a laugh and a moan. "No. I never thought you'd ever even give me a look."

You hum, pleased with the answer. He realizes it's a privilege. You grin, pressing your fingers on the sides of his neck. His hips stutter, then snap even faster, a broken cry leaving him. His lips part in quiet ecstasy.

His eyes shut, rapid movement behind his eyelids.

You grin at him. "Well, you deserve it, helping me out this much."

You release him, at least giving him a chance. He falls into your shoulder, taking deep inhales, shaking.

"Thank you," he says, mumbly. "Thank you, baby, fuck." You rake through his hair, soothing. "Aw, fuck, I'm gonna-" He twitches inside of you.

"Not inside!" You shout. Hamzah gasps, thrusting out of you. He cries as he comes on your navel and cunt.

He catches his breath, blinking himself back to this reality, still shaking.

"Sorry," he says, shortwinded. A pang of

disappointment hits you. It's not like you've ever come with someone else before, but it had felt really close this time.

At least Hamzah tried.

Hamzah watches his cum painted over your skin, catching your piercing, mixing with the slick of your cunt. He moans to himself, then bends down between your thighs.

You rest on your elbows, frowning. "What—" He licks a stripe over your cunt, tasting both your juices.

Euphoria strikes through you. Your back hits the mattress as you fall back, legs shaking. "Hamzah." He hums, faraway, licking and licking to clean you all up.

You bury a hand in his hair, grounding him in place.

He finds your clit, rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, circling then sucking it. You jolt on the bed, biting back a scream. You frown to yourself, tugging on his hair, fire boiling inside your stomach. What the fuck.

He laps at you, moaning every time your nails scratch his scalp, the sound vibrating against you. A hand wraps around your thigh, keeping you open for him.

He devours you eagerly, hungrily, until you're a mess melting into his mouth.

"God, Hamzah," you cry. You have to actually hold back another one with a slap of your hand, shocked at yourself as you scream into your palm.

Hamzah stops, breathing harshly, and you throw a glance down in question. He climbs up your stomach, lapping at your skin, cleaning the last of his cum. You whimper at the dirty sight, desire drumming down your limbs.

He throws you a hot look. Tongue out, full of white cum. He goes back between your legs and buries it in your cunt, fucking it in. You jump, cursing to the ceiling. He laughs, greedily tasting you.

You roll your hips into his face, hitting the tip of his nose on your clit. Every strike has ecstasy resonating in your bones. You feel light on your bones.

His lips wrap around your clit. He sucks, grazing a tongue, swiping and circling like you showed him. You recognize the same pattern, recognize the rhythm. Of course he's a fast learner.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant, choked by your hand.

You raise your hips into his mouth, silently begging.

Your legs shake, desperate. Pressure pushes at your belly. Your eyes roll. "Don't stop."

He mumbles something in your cunt, probably a promise or a praise, dutifully not stopping. He laps and eats and fucks until your brain melts into your skull, dripping down your spine.

"Oh, fuck, l'm-" Your head shakes fervently. "Just stay

- Shit, Hamzah, just- I-" The pressure snaps and you come on his readied tongue, screaming. Hot white flashes in your vision. Relief washes you, dipping to every crevices, relaxing you. He moans against your cunt.

Hamzah continues to lick you, mission-bound, until your lungs are on fire and you physically push him away. He smiles up at you, chin sticky and wet and red. He wipes it, kneeling.

"Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?" You say, shortwinded, shocked to your bones. You stare at him like he's grown a second head.

It's the first time someone other than your knowing hand made you come. And it's fucking Hamzah. You blink at him.

“What?” He laughs, falling beside you on the bed.

You gesture vaguely downwards. "That."

"Oh," he blushes. Shrugs. "I don't know. I watch stuff," You laugh, shaking your head. "You perv. Knew you weren't all innocent,"

Hamzah grins, cheekily proud. He gently grazes the bruise he left on your breast, the splotch of red that will darken, be a leftover trace of him.

"Thanks," he says simply.

"You're welcome." You shift your legs, feeling the wetness still between them. "Thanks to you too, I guess." He grins, hiding in the white pillows.

He gives you a look. "Will you listen when I tutor you now?"

You smirk mischievously. "Maybe if you have my fingers in your mouth."

"Oh," Hamzah says, eyes wide. "Will you — Will this happen again?"

You make a noncommittal shrug, though a more definite answer hums in your heart. "Maybe if you're really good." You smile to yourself. "Or really boring, and I need to shut you up."

"You can shut me up any day."

"I know." You linger in that moment for just a second more, eyes locked together, smiles tickling your lips.

Then you sit up, reaching for your underwear.

"Session's almost done."

Hamzah nods, lips thin. "Right." He pats the nightstand for his glasses.

You dress yourselves, wiping away sweat and cum, brushing wild strands. On the way to the door, your roommates arrive back home, in the process of taking off their shoes when you catch their eyes.

"I didn't know you'd be here, Hamzah," One of them says. You don't like her tone, or the way her eyes glaze over him, like he's a prize she's chasing. Hamzah awkwardly laughs, looking over at you for some type of guidance.

"He's just leaving,"

She pouts, "That's a shame,"

A green fire flames in the pit of your stomach, glowing and thrashing, a mix of jealousy and possessiveness that grows with each second too long she looks at him. It's unsettling, so incredibly annoying, watching your roommate stare at him like some kind of God, merely minutes after taking his innocence, as if you just painted him in some type of glow, that only now people want to take what's yours.

You can't stand it, tugging on Hamzah's arm and guiding him to the door. "Hamzah," her voice has both of you snapping your heads back,

"Are you busy tomorrow? I was wondering if you wanted to go out?"

Fuck off.

And maybe you wouldn't have spoken up if he didn't look to you right away, lost puppy eyes and all, like your approval and opinion is all that matters to him. So you take control, "Oh, Hamzah's busy tomorrow, right?"

"Right," He nods, unconvincing. But it's okay because he won't be lying, you'll make sure he's busy because he's yours now.

[pinkhor1zon]

our universe *ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing - beomgyu x gn!reader

genre - tooth rotting fluff!! friends to lovers, comfort fic

warnings - food, slightly insecure reader, not really a warning but kep1ers young-eun makes a small cameo, lmk if there is anything else!!

wc: ~1.2k words

authors note: this is my first fic ever!! im quite nervous haha but feedback is welcome! 🙁🙏 loosely inspired by the song space kids by the poles and evening glow by wave to earth!! they are both featured in the fic ^^

synopsis: beomgyu takes you on your very first date at your favorite place and with your favorite food. but most importantly with him, your favorite person.

read under the cut !!

“how do i look?” you asked your best friend standing in front of you.

“you look absolutely beautiful!! his jaw will drop when he looks at you i promise,” young-eun gushed.

you felt flustered, not used to getting compliments. “thank you young-eun.”

“of course! now go, you don’t wanna keep him waiting!!” she exclaimed.

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you were in the elevator of your apartment complex, going down levels until you got to the lobby. you could feel your heart pounding rapidly. you were so nervous for this date with beomgyu. it was your first ever date and although your best friend assured you everything would go smoothly and that you looked great, you still had your doubts.

what if beomgyu ends up not liking me after this? what if i mess everything up? what if i actually don’t look great? all of these thoughts ran through your head over and over again.

the elevator dinged and the doors opened. you walked out into the lobby and then into the breeze outside. there beomgyu was in his car, waiting to pick you up. you knocked on the window. beomgyu turns to you automatically and smiles widely, motioning that the door is open.

you open the car door and give him a small smile. “hi gyu!” you say.

he grins a little, loving the nickname you called him. his friends would call him it but it just wasn’t the same. he loved it when you called him gyu.

“hi yn, you look stunning. ready to have the best date of your life?” he smirked.

also my first ever date, you thought, but chose not to speak on it.

“whatever you say gyu,” teasing him.

he rolls his eyes, “that’s what you say now but watch, it really will be.”

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he pulls into a parking spot smoothly and you both unbuckle your seat belts. getting out of the car, you admire the view. it was almost sunset.

beomgyu starts unloading the trunk taking out the picnic blanket, bag full of food and drinks, and speaker. you went up to him to help him but he shook his head and told you to get a spot for you two.

since you and gyu became friends, the beach has always your place. the sound of the waves, the nice breeze, and just the calmness it gave you; the beach was your healing spot. and gyu knew that better than anyone else.

it was the most perfect day since there was almost no one there. maybe a couple of people scattered, but you chose a spot where there was no one around. you walked into the sand and closed your eyes. there was just something about the beach that made you feel so at home, or maybe it was the person you related memories of the beach to?

opening your eyes, you called beomgyu, “gyu this is a good spot! you wanna put our stuff down here?”

he walked over to you and nodded. you took the picnic blanket out of his hold and laid it down on the sand. he placed the bag and speaker on top. you sat down on the blanket and opened up the bag. there were warm to-go boxes with pasta from you and gyu’s favorite restaurant, a bag of fresh breadsticks from that same place, two bottles of your favorite bottled milk tea, and two sets of utensils. you felt your chest warm up at the thought of him putting all this work in.

he sat down next to you, scooting over to take the goods out of the bag. while he did that, you connected your phone to the speaker and put your guys’ shared playlist on shuffle. evening glow by wave to earth started playing.

beomgyu had fully unpacked everything and smiled at you sheepishly, “i know it’s not very fancy but i hope you enjoy it. all your favorites for my favorite girl.”

you felt your face get hot. “gyu.. this means a lot to me. we could have a horrible date where everything goes wrong but i’d still love it because i’m with you. just being with you makes me happy.”

now it was his turn to get red. he looked away, now staring down at the pattern of the plaid blanket. “the same goes for you. i love the time we spend together.”

you turn to look at the beautiful view in front of you. the sky was orange with yellow streaks across it, the sun was setting.

“i might be full of flaws, but you will crave my heart.”

beomgyu speaks in a low voice, “yn..”

you turn to him and dear lord does he look beautiful. he’s now facing you, dark full eyes staring into yours and the sky’s orange light shining on his face.

“hm?” you barely manage to get out, so stunned by the sight.

he took your hands in his. “i like you. it’s probably quite obvious by now,” he pauses to chuckle, “but i really really like you. you are incredibly beautiful inside and out and i wanna be here to remind you that every day. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, every sunrise and every sunset. will you let me be yours and you, mine?”

you felt tears welling up in your eyes. you have never felt so loved before.

“wait! no please don’t cry..”

you giggled, “it’s not that.. i just love you so much.”

after you said that beomgyu went frozen.

“beomgyu..? you’re scaring me.”

he snapped out of his little zone. “no! i.. i just wasn’t expecting you to say love, but i love you too. i’ve loved you for so long yn.”

he wiped away your tears, looking at you with adoration. you spoke, “i want us to be each others too. in fact.. i’ve been wanting this for a while now.”

he pulled you into his embrace and you hugged him back. you both sat there holding each other for a long time, in your own world. just happy to be in the others arms, happy to finally be together.

evening glow ended and space kids by the poles started playing. gyu pulled away from the hug and looked at you with his signature toothy smile.

he questioned, “wanna dance?” you nodded in response, getting up together with your hands still intertwined.

“and i couldn’t say when this universe became ours. doesn’t matter, let’s sing and dance until we’re spent!”

you two swayed together in silly motions and laughed. gyu kept his grip on one of your hands and pulled you to the waves. he splashed you with water and stuck his tongue out.

“gyu.. you don’t even know what you’re starting right now!!” you splashed him back and grinned.

you spent the rest of the day devouring the food he brought, pointing out constellations in the night sky, and giggling at stupid little things. you loved beomgyu, and he loved you. all your doubts had been gone and you only saw him, your gyu. you both were truly in your own world together, your universe.

DO NOT reblog, claim as yours, copy, alter, or translate.

[turcott3]

all star break

john marino x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, pet names, oral male receiving, unprotected sex, and ofc fluff

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you laid out on the beach all day with your fellow girlfriends while all of the boys played out in the water like kids.

“nate really forgot sunscreen again, look at him.” nate’s girlfriend speaks up.

“he is looking redder than a tomato.” you laugh anxiously, not recalling john putting any on either. after a few more hours of laying out in the sun, you pack everything up and head back to the house, the walk being as humbling as it could be.

“baby you looked so good in your bikini.” john says tickling your sides as he shuts your bedroom door.

“and you need to wear sunscreen mister. you’re gonna look like nate by tomorrow if you don’t. no more of that ‘i don’t need it’s bullshit.” you say shoving his hands away from you as you laugh.

“i did put some on, i guess i just didn’t do a very good job of applying it.” he sighs.

“or reapplying.” you say and he laughs.

“listen i want to date a man not a fucking tomato.” you giggle as he tackles you onto the bed, peppering kisses all over your face with his hands placed firmly on your sides.

“baby stop, we’re gonna get sand in the bed.” you laugh, truthfully not wanting him to stop.

“you’re no fun.” he pouts pulling away, walking towards the bathroom.

“im going to shower.”

“good you stink.” you say and he flips you off. you and john’s relationship was a lot of bullying but a lot more love which was more than you could ever ask for. you laid in bed on your phone until john emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

“how was the shower?” you ask sitting up, your eyes landing on his fit physique.

“it was great, would’ve been better if you came with but you know whatever.” he says digging into his clothes.

“you didn’t invite me so i stayed here.” you reply, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his back before he turns around using a hand to guide your lips to his. you tried to deepen the kiss but you were hesitantly denied.

“go shower baby.” he says, his hand still holding your face, his eyes wandering all over your face with love.

“okay.” you say as he kisses you one more time before letting go of you and turning back around.

“john.” you say turning around before entering the bathroom.

“yes?” he says pulling a shirt over his head.

“i love you.”

“i love you too honey.”

“good just had to double check.” you giggle shutting the door to the bathroom behind you.

-

the next morning you woke up bright and early, prepared for another long beach day.

“j, wake up.” you say shaking him, the skin of his shoulders warm to the touch. he groans rolling over to face you.

“you’re burnt my love.” you say running your hand gently over his cheek, brushing your hand through the hair on the side of his head.

“i know, i can feel it.” he groans stretching out before leaning up on his elbow to greet you at your level.

“good morning.” you smile lightly as he leans in to peck your lips before rolling out of bed.

“breakfast?” he asks turning around before exiting the room.

“please.” you reply.

“you got it.” he simply states, walking out of your bedroom for you to get changed. once your next bikini is on under one of the many shirts you’ve stolen from john, you exit the room and enter the kitchen, watching your boyfriend hard at work.

“smells great babe.” you say sitting at the bar.

“good because it’s almost ready.” he smiles cheekily at you, a blush spreading over your face quickly. he plates your food setting it down in front of you before playing his own and sitting down in the seat next to you. you sat eating your breakfast and talking for a while, loving the amount of quality time you were actually able to spend with him, given the season typically doesn’t allow it.

“i think they’ll be ready to go soon, i need to change.” he says setting both of your plates in the sink.

“and put on sunscreen.” you smile reminding him.

“i’ll let you do it, since i don’t do it good enough.” he says in a mocking tone.

“sounds good to me.” you reply as you followed him into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

“these?” he asks holding up a pair of navy trunks littered with tiny watermelons.

“yep.” you reply. without another word he slides him pajama pants off, pulling the swim trunks on right after.

“and done.” he smiles, kissing you on the head in passing to grab the sunscreen.

“here you are madam.” he says, handing you the bottle.

“turn around i’m doing your back first.” you say, opening the bottle and squeezing some onto your hand. carefully, you work the cream into his back, thoroughly coating the red tint near his shoulders.

“have you considered being a masseuse that feels fucking incredible.” he says, his hesd tilting back in pleasure.

“can’t say i have.” you giggle, clearly sensing the tension in the room rise. once you finished working on his back, you asked him to turn around which he did. you look up at his face, his eyes already locked on yours. you squeeze more into your hand, slowly lathering it on his chest, his breath hitching as you worked your way down his abs.

“what’s got you so worked up huh?” you ask, your face inching closer to his. all he does is shake his head in response and you giggle, wiping the excess onto your thighs as you drop carefully to your knees.

“y/n-“

“i’m getting your legs john, chill.” you say, clearly having an ulterior motive. you work carefully rubbing the cream into his legs, allowing your fingers to occasionally find their way under the leg of his trunks, his muscles twitching occasionally.

“is it me or is it hot in here?” you ask, removing your shirt, revealing your newest swimsuit addition to him.

“fuck.” he says as his head falls back.

“what’s the matter baby?” you say standing up, your hands running up his chest.

“you.” he says looking back down, his curls falling onto his forehead.

“awe, i’m sorry.” you smirk, spitting on your hand, sneaking it into his trunks, taking his hard cock into your hand. stroking it slowly, feeling every inch of it in detail.

“fuck y/n.” he says, pulling you by the back of your neck, colliding your lips hastily. you pull away slowly, keeping eye contact as you sink to your knees, pulling the waistband of his trunks down, freeing his dick from constriction. his breath hitches as your mouth makes contact with his tip, your tongue running across his sensitive head. with the help of your hands, you take him all into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. you feel his hand gather your hair to keep it out of the way as you bob your head up and down at a quick pace, eventually removing it with a pop as spit webs from your lips. anxiously, he pulls you up to his level, attaching your lips again not caring that his dick was just deep in your throat.

“john.” you whisper as he directs his attention to the sensitive skin on your neck. his fingers carefully untie the knot on the back of your already strapless top.

“john.” you say again and he backs away looking at you with a questionable expression.

“i want you to fuck me.” you whisper into his ears, sinking from your tiptoes from his ear. it’s like his brain kicks into high gear, picking you up and tossing you on the bed, crawling over you again.

“so gorgeous.” he smiles at you kissing you again. quickly, you remove your bottoms, leaving both of you completely naked now. he positions himself between your legs, running his dripping tip through your folds teasingly.

“john please.”

“relax baby.” he says lowly before pushing himself into you, leaning over reattaching his lips to your neck. his thrusts were hard and deep, sending you spiraling into a moaning mess. your nails dig into the burnt skin on his back as your legs hooked around his hips, digging your heels in like you’re telling him to go faster without words. he picks up his pace rhythmically, going from slow to quick seamlessly. his dick was bigger than any guy you remember fucking in highschool, it practically blew your mind how quickly he could make you reach your edge.

“god you feel so fucking good.” you muster up the words, your hands finding their way to either side of his head that hovered above you, bringing your lips together. you craved his kiss more than you’d ever craved anything in your life.

“shit, i love you.” he says grunting pulling away as he presses down lightly on your lower stomach where it bulged with each of his thrusts, the pressure you felt as he hit your cervix now more escalated.

“john.” you say practically in a whisper.

“what is it baby?”

“i’m gonna come.” you say, practically seeing stars as your wet walls clenched tightly around him.

“come for me y/n.” he replies, you edging closer to your climax each second.

“fuck oh my god.” you say as the knot unravels in your abdomen, sending shockwaves through your body as he coated your walls with his milky climax. he pulls out of you, rolling over to lay on your left side.

“god you’re incredible.” he says, leaning up to kiss you deeply before running to grab a clean towel to wipe the mess he made between your legs. you winced at the contact as your core was swollen and dripping with the mixture of your climax and his.

“shhhhhh you’re okay baby.” he says running a loving hand up and down your thigh, noticing your legs still shaking.

“i don’t think i’ve ever come that much the entire time we’ve been together….. or just ever in general.” you say as he takes his place next to you once again.

“wow i’m hurt.” he says sarcastically.

“bitch that was a compliment.” you laugh smacking his arm.

“i know, i was messing with you. thank you baby.” he says kissing you sweetly.

“shit we’re gonna be late for the beach.” he says checking the clock again and getting out of bed.

“they can go, we can meet them there. i’m not ready yet, come back.” you say and he returns to you, laying his body between your legs and head on your chest. your hands found their way into his beautiful brown curls, scratching his scalp lightly.

“it makes me sad that we can barely have days or nights like these during the season.” you say lowly, only to be answered with a light snore from your boyfriend, a light giggle coming from you in response.

“i love you too johnny.” you sigh, covering the two of you with the comforter.

-

[kens-ramblings]

i’m back on my singer tim drake au bs(sue me he’s my current fixation and im always obsessed with music so take it or leave it).

okay so after the bruce quest he decides he can’t do the vigilante bs anymore, and bruce will be back so WE can be ran remotely until he’s got it again. he leaves gotham not long after the ra’s thing. he picks a new alias and decides he will finally use the vocal lessons his parents made him take when he was younger. and he starts a band, some how cassie, bart, and kon(since they are also back from the dead and cult shit now and if that’s not the timeline,,, it is now) find him while he is in the beginning stages and they are like fuck it let’s be a band. they blow up and fast, bc plot  convenience. so it’s only like a year after bruce quest, bruce has taken WE back and the batfam has just been busy. they are vigilantes shit never stops for them; they just got their dad back into fully working order, they are still acclimating dami, there is some shifting of suits and responsibilities happening. all this meaning the fact that tim never came back just,,,, got lost in the shuffle. so now that everything is slowing down they are like,,, wtf,, where is tim? they spend a while searching for him but the trail goes cold bc aliases and tim is damn good at hiding when he wants to. they eventually have to put it on the back burner. but then one day, maybe now it’s been about another year since they started looking for him, and dukes favorite band is coming to town. the wayne’s all decide to go, even jason is gonna go under the guise as a body guard for the fam. and color them shocked when they see kon settle behind a drum set, bart come bouncing on stage with a guitar and cassie grinning with a bass. they’ve all been missing for just a couple months less than tim. and then their breath is stolen as they see him. it’s fucking tim,,, walking right on stage as if he hasn’t been the center of a bat hunt for the past YEAR, smiling with a microphone in hand and asking the crowd if they are ready to get going. even more shocked with the first notes of a song starts playing and he makes direct eye contact with each and every one of them and calmly says, “this songs for you, you know who the hell you are.” and starts singing. I like to think the song is “love from the other side” by fall out boy. there are just so many parallels to parts of tim’s story(the fannon ver. anyways, im still working on the comics) and lines in the song(i’ll expand in the comments this is already long as hell)

and they are taken aback, why the hell is he so angry. and then dick specifically is reminded of how he treated tim right before he left. how at the time he thought tim was going to fine, and dami just needed him more. so tim just fell to the wayside. a running theme recently. and from the few times they had to deal with ra’s while looking for tim, it sounds like he went through some shit, and then he left. and they are at a loss. struggling with wrapping their heads around it all. and then the concert is over, and they are left scrambling, hoping to talk to tim before he’s gone in the wind again.

[silenttrxxs]

- choi san! x reader

You’d been messaging your friend all night, giggling and laughing your ass off with them… it was one of those nights where you felt the need to spill your guts to them. you’d been struggling recently… unable to get yourself off at all. You tried all the tricks in the book.

You’d been through your entire box of toys and nothing could satiate the aching you felt between your legs. You told your best friend about this and they had been insistent you followed their lead. You wondered what the hell they had in store for you. You laughed as you got sent a postcode. With the message below being “get yourself dolled up now meet me here” you groaned a little not really wanting to leave the house but if you hadn’t moved you knew she would be at the door practically banging it down and dragging you there by your hair.

You got yourself ready, applying the last layer of your lip gloss on your lips and heading out the door. You called for a cab giving them the postcode. You didn’t notice the drivers reaction in the rear view mirror you was too busy grabbing your phone and messaging your friend to tell them you’ll be outside the venue soon.

you pulled up to the venue and got out the car, tipping the driver and saying goodbye you walked through the doors, on a mission to find your friend you noticed them within the crowd standing at the bar with what looked like a cocktail in her hand, she clicked her finger and handing you the beverage that was waiting for you. Glaring you up and down. “Well don’t you know how too scrub up nicely huh?” Your friend said giggling, you looked at them and spoke. “Well someone would have my head on a stick if I didn’t, what is this place anyway looks like a normal club to me, why are we here?” You questioned before taking a sip of your drink.

“Well y/n we are herby gathered here to enjoy the eye candy that will be wondering this lovely establishment and you will be set on a blind date, this is all thanks to yours truly you are most welcome darling” your friend spoke laughing and downing her drink, pulling you towards the dance floor, taking the last 5 mins before your blind date was to come wondering in. Your nerves were through the roof already you had no idea what you was getting yourself into.

it didn’t take long before the song playing loudly through the speakers changed and a sensual sounding song played, you let yourself loose to the music, only to stop dead in your tracks when you felt a warmth behind you, you sucked in a breath and paused your movements briefly before turning slowly. You audibly let out a gasp as you laid eyes on the man in front of you. He was everything you could have dreamed of and more, the man was sculpted by gods. He had to be you wouldn’t take any other explanation for his beauty.

He was dressed sharply, a black suit hugging his body in all the right ways. You nearly melted from the sheer sight of this man. You felt your throat and mouth drying up a little as you regained your composure. “H-hi” you stuttered out.

“Hi im San, nice to meet you” he said, his voice alone set what seemed like fireworks to erupt throughout your body. This man had such an aura that immediately drove you wild. you moved your legs a little trying to control the way your body ached in front of him.

“Well im your blind date, it looks to me we have a problem to deal with dont we princess” San said letting out a low chuckle before you could even speak you felt his hand intertwine with yours leading you out of the club.

“Where are we going San” you spoke trying to keep up with him.

“I havent even given you my name yet” You laughed before standing in front of him, he was stood in front of a rolls Royce, a beautiful car. Unlocking it he smiled.

“I already know your name darling, hows about we get to know each other more once I’ve given you what you are desperately aching for huh?” San said wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, his breath fanning over your neck before leaving a kiss that was almost barely noticeable.

“Im going to kill her” you mentally stated. Your body responding automatically, a soft breathy moan leaving your body. You was really melting into this mans hands like putty.

You glanced at the car, sitting in the passenger seat as he opened the door for you. “Belt on princess” San said smiling to himself. Getting into the drivers seat he started the car and drove home.

“Have you ever seen a red room darling” he questioned, glancing your way as you pulled up to a red light.

“N-no i have always wanted to” you admitted.

“Well lucky for you i have one, how about i give you a tour of all my toys huh?” San said letting his hand rest on your thigh, his thumb stroking your thigh. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter the more he touched you. You looked away out of the window trying to cling onto whatever control you had in your body.

“Please” you said not sure what you was really begging for. Your mind was slowly slipping away from your tight grasp.

San pulled up to his home, opening the door and leading you straight to the room. “Safe words now” San said glaring down at you. His hand lifting your chin to look into your eyes.

“Lilac” you stated your breath hitching at the touch.

“Now baby i am not going to be going easy on you at all. You speak your safe word loud and clear if you cant take anymore. Or you tap me 3 times got it?” San said lifting your weight up and leading you to the dark red and black cross screwed to the wall.

You nodded and allowed him to take control. “Ruin me” was the only words that fell from your mouth before you felt the cold metal clicking around your wrists tightly. Watching the way he bent down attaching the same to your ankles. Your body now spread out for him.

You felt your core already leaking, the unbareable need seeping through you and onto your panties. San stood up taking a look at you, his hand gripping your core harshly before he attached his lips to yours, you moaned into his mouth your hips moving pushing against his palm. He took notice and pulled away, his hand pulling away before you could even mutter anything you felt his hand connect with your clothed core, you felt the sting coursing through your veins. A high whine leaving your body. “F-fuck baby so beautiful for me” San said before leaning into your neck and biting harshly his teeth almost piercing your skin. You bit down on your lips trying to muffle the scream that was ripping its way through your throat.

San stood back, his hands fumbling with his belt as he glared you up and down. “Think you can handle this princess” He said before taking the belt off and snapping it between his hands. The sound alone sent shivers to course through your body. You was soaked now.

San wanted nothing more than to see how much of a mess you was for him. He walked over ripping your dress open and taking the panties between his teeth, ripping the thin material and leaving you bare and restrained for him. Your arousal was leaking from between your legs.

“Oh baby you’re so helpless right now it’s almost impossible for me to hold back” San said letting out a chuckle. He stood up taking the belt and cracking this against your skin. The feeling almost made you cum untouched. You was doing everything you could to hold back. You wanted his cock more than anything.

You let out a whine as he continued to whip you with his belt. The last crack making a gravelly moan leave your body. He fumbled with his own trousers before edging closer to you, you moaned at the sight of his cock. drool spilling from your mouth. He moaned watching the way you let yourself melt into the palm of his hand.

“You’re going to let me taste you, if you’re good and cum on my tongue I will spend the rest of the night making you cum on my cock” San said before kneeling down licking a long strip up your core, his tongue flicking circles around your clit. You whined loudly pulling against the cuffs that kept you open for him. He let out a breathy laugh before latching his lips to your core and fucking you with his tongue. You felt the familiar warmth spreading through your veins, you moaned loudly as you felt yourself release over his tongue, he continued to taste you, he then stood up taking a mouthful of your cum and his own spit gripping onto your jaw making you open your mouth. He spat the liquid into your mouth. You swallowed great fully before he kissed you deeply pulling away slowly.

“Thats a good slut” He growled before taking the restraints off of your body and picking you up and throwing you onto the bed. You knew by tomorrow you would be unable to walk and you’d have to answer so many questions but for now you focused on the man in front of you. And the way his cock felt inside you.

[arminswife12]

MATCHING PIERCINGS

Chris x reader

Warnings: mentions of needles

Summary: Chris and reader get their eyebrows pierced together for vlog.

A/n: guys ik this is bad im BEGGING FOR FEEDBACK PLSSS. Also I don’t see enough Chris fluff. Also this is kinda inspired by Tara yummy’s vid of her getting her eyebrow pierced I just borrowed a few things she’s said about her experience!

I woke up scared and excited I had mixed feelings about the events that were gonna happen in a few minutes. Chris and I were gonna get matching eyebrow piercings but I have a low pain tolerance. I have multiple ear piercings but I’ve passed out for some of them. It wasn’t that bad I’m just scared and excited about it.

Chris and I started getting ready I put on one of Chris’s fresh love hoodies still being able to smell his cologne and I also decided to throw on some black shorts. Today was a Tuesday which meant the triplets were going to film a vlog video. They decided to add Chris and I getting pierced into the vlog.

I was done getting ready so I decided to go into the kitchen of the triplets’ house and I was met with Nick already pointing a camera to my face. “Say hi to the vlog y/n!” I waved at the camera with a smile as I got a Dr Pepper from the fridge. The triplets and I were close especially because I was dating Chris but we were really close before that too. We hung out almost everyday except when they were busy filming and doing other stuff like meeting creators.

I had a platform of my own just not as big as theirs. I am happy with having a small following since people get hated on as a soon and they get a huge following and attention and I wouldn’t have the time to handle that.

“Are you guys ready” I hear from behind me as Matt plays with the keys in his hands. “Yeah I’ll be there in a second!” Chris yells

“So how are you feeling y/n?” Nick asks as he points the camera towards me. “Scared but excited since I’ve been thinking of getting this piercing for a long time and I’m also happy Chris is doing this with me, I have no idea how I convinced him”

“I’m surprised you were able to convince him tbh” Matt lets out with a giggle.

Timeskip

We were on our way to the piercing shop and the reality of what was happing finally set in. Nick was keeping the vlog updated as we were only 4 minutes away from the shop.

Matt pulled into the shop and Nick started vlogging and I waited for Chris to get out the car so I could hold his hand. I clung onto Chris’s side since I was nervous. “Don’t worry I’ll be there the whole time” Chris says. Hearing those words gives me all the comfort I need.

I was first up to get the piercing as Nick was recording and Chris was holding my hand and rubbing my thumb to comfort me. The piercer got all the stuff she needed. “Hi! My names Lily and I’m gonna be your piercer, I’m just gonna talk you through it okay!” She was so sweet and was making me less nervous I closed my eyes as she was feeling my eyebrow “okay breathe in and… out” I did as she said and the needle went through

“Wow you did it!!” Said Nick as he was giggling behind the camera “shut up it’s done??” I questioned since it felt like nothing. “Yeah you’re all done let me just put in your jewelry!” As soon as the jewelery was done I switched spots with Chris now holding his hand for support. Chris went through the same process ans Nick was recording everything up close. “Nick back up!” Chris said as he felt the camera close to his face. We giggled at his comment “Matt you should get a piercing too”

“No thank you my ears are enough” he said with a giggle.

We left the shop and decided to get something to eat since we haven’t eaten anything “we look so cool” I said to Chris as he agreed.

[luvyunjinxo]

my boss || g1p!kcw x fem!reader ★

smut just for her birthday, love you kim chaewon <3. (please im still stuck in july I'm not in august yet 💀) & not proofread.

I have a job interview, you thought to yourself while getting dressed. you sprayed your strawberry shortcake perfume on and you smelled like a goddess, you were ready. As soon as you walked through the halls of the company it felt like a breath of fresh air really. you made your way to none other than the CEO's room, Kim Chaewon. you were put into some sort of line? It was basically a line of people who applied too. you were nervous, you could hear throughout the room "NEXT, you weren't good enough" and sobs of people crying.

She was tough and you knew it. you had to show her the best you could be. You were next in line, and you were nervous as hell, sweat beads dripping down your neck every two seconds, but made sure to wipe it.

"Next, Y/n?" Her assistant asked

"Yes ma'am."

"So, what do you usually do for a living?" Her assistant asked all the questions while chaewon was eyeing you from the middle of the room observing your every move.

"Schedule her for the next round, she is now apart of our team. Get her to the training room now." Chaewon suddenly spoke, leaving you frozen in your spot. you didn't even know why she accepted you so fast, only one question was asked..

You were escorted to chaewon's main office, which I guess was the training room? all the current employees were giving you weird looks and saying "fighting!" to you as you walked by, treating you as if you were special. was going to her room something big? you kept wondering, but shook it off once you got to her room.

"Ms. Kim will be here in a few minutes please wait patiently. You may watch on the TV for now, just be comfortable." You gave her a smile smile and nod as she walked off into the distance. now sitting on her couch, you decided to watch your favorite k-dramas. A few minutes my ass, she took a whole hour so you decided to get comfy.

Suddenly chaewon barges in without knocking, making her way to sit at her desk and you fix yourself immediately and bowed at her. "No need to greet me, just come towards me." She signaled to come her way with her index finger, as you went closer you could smell her aroma. it was sweet like a dessert, you wanted to smell more.

"You're now hired as my assistant, I see potential in you and don't fuck it up. I fired my last one just for you, I'm telling you don't mess up."

you were now working for chaewon and it has been a month. she has gotten more strict with you but also friendly in a way. she would ask you on dates professionally as business, but nothing else.

anyways, you got called up to her office like you always did but it was something different. chaewon was on her desk chair, no top on and only in her bra, typing on her computer innocently.

"s-should I come back later?"

"no, stay. I have a task for you do you think you can handle it?"

"yes ma'am."

"I need you y/n." that sentence hit your ears and echoed throughout it too. you couldn't believe her words.

"what d-do you mean by needing me ms?"

"don't act dumb. get on the desk now, and do as you're told."

you walked over to her desk as she cleared everything off of it shoving all her papers on the floor, as you hopped onto her desk making sure not to put all your weight on it. her lips connected with yours fighting for dominance leaving a moan every now and then, but you gave out quickly leaving you out of breath. you continued to have a heated make out session as she started unbuttoning your top revealing your embarrassing matching lace set.

her lips disconnected with yours leaving a string of saliva attached to your mouths, leaving her more aroused. she started to give you sloppy kisses down to your neck trailing down to your mounds as she started using her tongue to flick and play with your buds leaving you sensitive. "m-ms kim .." you managed to breathe out. "it's mommy for you princess."

she started to unzip your plaid skirt and undressed you fully, you were butt-naked by the time everything was off. she lead you to her couch as she sat down and started to undress herself as well and you started to go down on your knees.

"suck." she demanded while she pulled her cock out, it wasn't too big nor small, it was just right. you started sucking on her tip as you made your way lower, & she pushed your head more down causing you to gag on her, which caused her to chuckle seeing how pathetic you are. she demanded you to stop as she put you on all fours on the couch and rubbed her cock against your ass. ugh, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, I can't take the teasing a-anymore." you whined out but she never listened and just started to toy with your clit and nothing else.

"beg for it." you hated begging so much it hurt your pride. but it was your boss you couldn't resist.

"Gosh, I need it! I cant handle it anymore it's too much teasing!" you screamed out. she inserted it fast, not letting you have time to adjust and started to pound into you like a puppy in the heat. you were drooling at that point. she put on of your legs over the couch so she could get a wider access of you.

"I can't- please- let me c-cum .." she thrusted into you harder as she finished before you and came into you, causing you panic at first but she let you finish so you didn't care. that was the best sex you've had.

"you did so good for me baby, but I'm not even done yet. I think you should come over and we could finish this. such a good girl you are for me hm?" she said while lifting your chin up and making you open your mouth. she spit into your mouth making you swallow like the good pathetic assistant you are<3.

"let's go now shall we? we have the whole night ahead of us, its gonna be long."

[lowkeyrobin]

handsome bros and reader doing tubbathon together? just being super chaotic, im thinking that one clip where scott and aimsey r singing ceilings by lizzie mcalpine, and then tubbo asked if she had schizophrenia.

in oneshot format preferably

also could i be 💿anon, if it's free?

oooo okay, I haven't even written yet but so sorry if it's short/weird in general, I had no idea what to do here for some reason lmao ; and yes ofc! welcome 💿 anon :) ; also wrote this while sick with no functioning braincells so ignore the weirdness lmao

HANDSOME BROS ; tubbathon

summary ; chaotic tubbathon moments with the handsome bros

warnings ; language, cringe, talk of fetishes, troom troom & 5 minute crafts (everything said about these channels is real btw)

word count ; 916

masterlist

"Did you listen to that song I sent you?" You ask, turning to Tommy next to you.

He shyly and slowly shakes his head no.

"Bro, why not?"

"I forgot! I forgot, I swear" He half-laughs, raising his hands in defense before the play fighting and shouting began. "I meant to listen to it when you sent it to me but I was eating with Molly and fell asleep watching a movie"

Ranboo raises an eyebrow, "What song?"

"Yeah! by Ludacris"

"Oh my God I love that song!" Ranboo and Freddie exclaim in unison, sending the three of you into fits of laughter.

Tubbo is silent as he sits in front of his setup, just watching you talk for a moment. He then speaks up, confused.

"Tommy, have you never listened to Yeah?"

"No, I don't think so" The blonde answers with a shrug. "Y/n was talking about how it's an American classic or something"

"You sound so stupid right now" Ranboo chuckles.

Within the span of the next minute or so, it turned into you, Ranboo, and Freddie singing a portion of the song since Tubbo couldn't play it on stream, the two T's just watching and listening. This was quite usual, just, odd, but it made sense because the three of you were all running off of adrenaline and coffee at this point. The sun had set long ago, it was about midnight, and you were all having a sleepover anyways, so why not make the stream fun before you all passed out?

"Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil V-I, keep it down on the lowkey" Ranboo, starts, pulling you into the song halfway through the line as the others begin to smile and laugh.

"You should know how it feels" You look to the Webcam with the weird TikTok fuckboy look, a sideways L made from your pointer finger and thumb under your chin.

Freddie joins in by the next line, on your left, slinging an arm around your shoulders, which starts a slight school-play-remix of the song.

"I seen shorty, she was checking on me, from the game she was spitting in my ear, you would think that she know me" Freddie runs a hand through his hair to fix it up a bit.

The three of you turn it into a full-blown trio song, singing together as Tubbo and Tommy laugh and smile, with the chat spamming the lyrics along.

"I decided to chill, conversation got heavy, she had me feeling like she was ready to blow!" Ranboo giggles, trying to maintain their composure. "She's saying come get me, so I got up and followed her to the floor. She said baby let's go!"

The loudest point of the song now came, with Tubbo moving towards the side so you could be in full focus of the camera while Tommy records you three to the side, wanting to show Molly.

"When I told her, I said yeah! Shorty got down low, said 'come and get me!"

The three of you begin dancing in your seats as you sing along, hiding laughter, which was evident in the way you sang-shouted. You go through the whole song, including a tap-dancing bit from Ranboo, which you didn't understand whatsoever. But, as time passes, the five of you begin to delve into the deep abyss of 5 Minute Crafts and Troom Troom on stream, creating a whole section of commentary together.

"This has to be fetish content." You comment, watching in creeped-out-awe as the video is just about people sitting on and squishing things.

"I can't see how it isn't" Ranboo shrugs, "Who is watching this?"

"Probably like, middle aged moms, you'd think" Tubbo replies, "Or like, brainrotted YouTube Kids children"

"Probably the latter"

The group votes on no more Troom Troom, feeling genuinely weirded out by some of the stuff on their page. You get Tubbo to pull up 5 Minute Crafts, a much better option.

"I hope that slide caves in" Tommy comments, seeing a thumbnail or a slide being made out of cardboard boxes.

"Me too, brother" You smile, "I mean how would it not? That child looks like they're maybe 80 pounds, this is a safety violation"

"Oh my God" Tubbo speaks, resting his head in his hands.

Freddie is the first to laugh, doubling over in his chair as Tubbo clicks on the video with the cursed thumbnail. "Did you see that?"

"Y/n was right, this has to be fetish content"

"What fetish includes eating off of toilet seats!?" Tommy loudly questions, seeing you stare into space out of shock and concern.

"That's probably the worst idea to solve that problem too, like, it'll still roll off and it hurts to have a whole toilet seat around your neck, ceramic or not" Ranboo chuckles, repositioning to sit criss-cross in their chair.

"Oh my God" You cringe, "Why are we putting pounds of garlic into a stick of butter??"

"I bet you that texture is so rank when you taste it..." Tommy cringes as well, seeing the oil being frozen after baking for reusable purposes. "It looks chunky!"

Freddie fake gags, crying about how he wanted to go home.

"Okay, no more!" Tubbo chuckles, clicking away to the YouTube home page. "Enough of that, I feel myself losing braincells"

Tommy shouts, hands to his mouth to create more sound. "Troom Troom for president 2024!"

"And I thought what we had was already awful"

[kira-broflovski]

main 4 boys hcs: seeing you come back after you moved away

note: this set of hcs is really similar to a kyle fic i have in my drafts already 😭 but im glad you guys are enjoying my writing :)

STAN ☆

when he heard there was a "new girl" in school he didn't think much of it, and you weren't in his first class so it didn't really bother him.

he didn't even recognise you when the teacher called your name for the register in his second period class. was it really you?

"Y/N?" He whispered out of shock.

"Hi, Stan." You had whispered back with a smile, making a familiar sense of nausea come back to him.

the two of you spent the whole of class chatting; catching up.

^ that landed stan into detention, but he didn't care. you only didn't get detention because the teacher didn't want to scare you off on your first day.

stan didn't care though, it was totally worth it when he got your number and socials.

he couldn't resist texting you while he was in detention. your presence through the phone was enough to keep him going, and the endless conversation made the hours go by quickly.

after you got closer, he invited you to a soccer (football) game that he was playing in this weekend. of course he spent most of the game showing off when he spotted you in the crowd, and he worked hard to make sure his team won.

when he scored a goal, adrenaline was coursing through his veins. without thinking he ran up to where you stood in the stands and kissed you on the cheek, to then run back and continue playing.

that was only the beginning of the romance.

KYLE ☆

he went to school that morning, he was confused as to why people were talking about you.

i mean, you moved away from south park years ago. did people really miss you that much? he couldn't blame them, he probably missed you the most out of anyone.

it wasn't until lunch when jimmy went up to kyle.

"Your little girlfriend is back. Aren't you gonna talk to her?"

"Huh?"

"Dude, Y/N?" Jimmy was surprised at Kyle's confusion. "You don't know?"

"Know what?" Kyle was starting to worry people were playing a cruel joke on him.

"Oh my god, Y/N is b-back." Jimmy began, "I thought you would be the first to know?"

"No?" Kyle looked at his friends in disbelief. "Where is she right now?"

"She's outside talking to-"

poor jimmy couldn't even finish his sentence before kyle sprinted outside to see you. he really hoped it wasn't a joke, otherwise he'd never recover from being made to look like such an idiot.

he ran outside to find you just saying goodbye to butters, and he couldn't believe his eyes. he was so happy to see you he almost cried.

he called your name and you looked over at the familiar voice. you were so relieved to see none other than kyle broflovski himself.

"we should probably leave them two lovebirds alone for a little while."

KENNY ☆

kenny heard that a family had moved into the house you used to live in, and he was pissed off to say the least.

he treated your old house like a sacred ground as nobody had lived there since you had moved out.

he sometimes snuck into the back garden when he needed to get away from everything, or when he really missed you. he made sure any plants you had grown yourself were still alive, in the seemingly unlikely event you did return.

what he didn't know is that your family owned this house and didn't let anybody move in because you all knew you'd return to south park at some point.

he marched over to that house to see exactly who it was, but he noticed that there wasn't even a moving van, just two brand new cars.

To say the least, he was fuming. He was ready to raise hell on these people. Even if it wasn't actually called for, and he was just upset his memories of you would be ruined by them.

He didn't even hear commotion inside, telling him that this new family had already settled in. How dare they!?

The door opened and he was ready. He looked up at the mystery person only to see... your mom?

"Oh, Kenny! It's so good to see you." She smiled down at him. His burning anger turned into complete confusion. "Y/N! Your old friend is here to see you already!"

he could feel his heart racing again, but this time out of anticipation.

when he saw you, he felt that sense of peace you always gave him and he immediately felt his cheeks get hot when you pulled him into a welcoming hug.

after all that time, when he would spend hours just sitting in the garden he now knew it was worth it.

and after all those hours of catching up, you walked him all the way home and even up to the doorstep.

you said you were glad to see him again, before you kissed him on the cheek and made your way back home.

"WOOHOO!!"

ERIC ☆

i imagine he'd be like kyle where he wouldn't realise until somebody said to him you were back. only difference is he would attempt to act as if he didn't care.

you were in all of his classes when kyle asked if he had seen you yet.

of course this confused eric and claimed kyle was just being stupid again when he said you were back.

"Shut up, Kyle! You're just trying to make me look stupid in front of everyone." Eric shouted.

"I swear she's here, ask literally anyone in our grade and they'll say she is back!"

It was constant back and forth, until Eric heard somebody say his name.

To which he screamed, "what!?"

you couldn't tell at the time, but he felt bad for screaming in your face like that.

he remembers having a massive crush on you, but he got angry that you left without telling him.

when he stared straight into your eyes, he couldn't stay angry for long.

you gave him your new number so you could catch up when you had more time, and he simply watched as you walked away.

"I told you so, fatass!"

[anton-luvr]

hiiiiii!! if you don’t mind could you write about ex boyfriend!anton who gets jealous of wonbin because he keeps making fem!reader laugh (they are having a staycation tgt after finishing finals). wonbin and her are currently cooking dinner at the kitchen while anton just sits on the sofa with the other friends (could be anyone tho). they look very close and comfortable with each other so anton chooses to go out to get some fresh air. he eventually decided to swim as it might help him to calm down a bit. not long after that, she comes to him to tell him that the dinner is ready but it turns out differently (anton drags her into pool with him lol and they have a long overdue convo there.)

thank youuuu no pressure tho ❤️❤️❤️

# ALWAYS WAIT FOR YOU.

𖦹 ex bf!anton x fem!reader | fluff & angst 𖦹 note ; im so sorry anon i felt like this could be better but my brain is just not.. braining. IM SORRY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT + reqs closing soon!!

"Here comes the choo choo train!" Wonbin coos, steering a spoon full of mashed potatoes towards you.

"Stop it!" you shriek, laughing as you whack his arm away from you. "I hate potatoes!"

Wonbin giggles, setting the spoon back into the pot.

"You didn't seem to hate potatoes when we were at the dining hall the other day," he jokes, poking you in the shoulder playfully.

You click your tongue, stepping away to look for parsley. "It was free food, 'Bin," you reason. "Who doesn't like free food?"

The glass jar of green herbs catches your attention, resting on the top shelf of the cupboard.

"Can you help me get the parsley? It's up there." you ask, tugging at his jacket.

"What would you do without me?" Wonbin laughs, ruffling your hair before easily reaching up for the jar.

Anton wonders the same thing as he watches the entire thing from the living room, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa.

The wound of your breakup from several weeks ago was still fresh, even though he was the one who called it quits.

Just because of one stupid misunderstanding over you coming home late, everything had blown out of proportion.

Amongst the tired shouting, confusing accusations, and tears shed, Anton had called it off in the heat of the moment.

He was really regretting it as he continued eyeing the both of you.

Did you really need to be so affectionate while making dinner?

Were mashed potatoes even that funny?

Why did you seem so much happier with Wonbin than you had been with him?

He feels his head spin from the jealousy and anger bubbling in his chest, and he stands up abruptly.

"I'm going out," the Boston-born boy mumbles. "Gonna get some fresh air."

Your other friends, Eunseok and Sohee, hum in response; they were too busy playing the PS4 to notice the discomfort in Anton's voice.

Frustrated, Anton ran his hands through his hair as he sat down by the pool.

How could he mess up so badly?

His mind mapped out a million different scenarios if he hadn't broken up with you, plagiarizing the poor boy's mind. If only he had just communicated with you.

"God, I hate this." he mumbles to himself.

Shaking his head, Anton yanks his tank top off and tosses it aside. Maybe a quick swim would help him clear his mind.

The serenity of the water calmed the thoughts in his head, and Anton tried to logically think of a way to solve the issue.

Maybe he could just talk to you? But if so, when and where? What was he even going to say?

Anton barely got to think of anything else when he heard someone calling for him.

"Hey, dinner's gonna be ready soon," you say, standing close by the pool. "Do you wanna go take a shower first?"

He grips on to the end of the pool, supporting his body as he caught his breath and stared at you.

"Are you okay?" you asked slowly, feeling flustered by his all-too-familiar stare.

Without another word, Anton pulls you right into the water with him.

"What are you doing?" you spluttered when you resurfaced, wiping the water off your face.

"I need to talk to you about something," Anton pleaded, his hands holding onto your waist.

"But here? Right before dinner?" you questioned, dumbfounded.

He nods, praying that you'd stay.

"Okay, fine. But make it quick." you mumble.

Anton feels his hands clam up as he clears his throat. He can't mess this up.

"Well, I'm... sorry." he mumbles, voice closing up.

A tense moment of silence passes by, only interrupted by the sound of water sloshing around as you treaded in the pool.

"That's all you have to say?" you ask. "Because if that's all, then I'm gonna head back inside."

"N-No, there's more." he hurriedly assures you.

Staring at him as if to say 'go on', Anton gulps.

"This is all my fault. I didn't mean to shout at you and accuse you of those things that night, I was just... I was worried. And jealous. And scared. I know it makes me sound like a shit person, and I kind of am a shit person, but I really didn't mean it." he starts.

"I didn't mean to break up with you, I was just so stupidly scared that you were out with someone else. I should've listened to you and given you a chance to explain your side of the story, and I'm just.. I'm just so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault."

Tears start rolling down his cheeks, but he doesn't let that stop him.

"If you've already moved on and you're interested in... someone else, then I won't interfere," he sniffles. "But if you're not, then can we get back together?" he asks, so quiet that you can barely hear him.

Anton's hands slip into yours, and he holds on to them tightly. "I promise I'll change. I'll be the best boyfriend that you deserve."

His eyes gaze into yours sincerely, sparkly with tears and vulnerability.

"Anton, I don't know." you sigh.

"I'm not interested in anyone else right now, but you really hurt me that night." you whisper, voice laced with pain.

"Like, why would you even think I was out cheating on you? Don't you know that I love you too much to even think of doing that?"

Anton feels his heart shatter into a million pieces at your words, guilt crashing down even heavier on him.

"I know, I'm so sorry." he mumbles, hiding his face in his hands. "But can you give me another chance?"

If this was with any of your other ex-boyfriends, you'd say no immediately and shove them away, but Anton was different.

He was the only one who actually treated you right; giving you his jacket when you're cold, trying his best to cook your favorite meals for you even if it's two in the morning, and helping you study when you couldn't understand a single question.

But of course, he wasn't perfect. He was still human after all.

And deep down, a part of you really wanted to stay and love him more, working together through his flaws to make the best out of your relationship.

So you sigh, gently cupping his face.

"Okay, I'll give you another chance." you whisper, smiling softly. Anton bursts into tears as he throws himself around you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"Thank you," he repeats over and over again, pressing kisses all over your face.

You laugh at his sudden outburst of affection, gently pushing him away. "Okay, now let's go eat dinner first before we starve in this pool."

Anton nods, and with lightning speed, he's out of the pool and helping you out too. He grabs the tank top he had tossed aside earlier and drapes it around you as a towel. Then with one easy lift, he picks you up in bridal style.

"Thank you so much," he sighs, pressing another kiss to your cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." you giggle.

With that, Anton carries the both of you inside, ignoring the surprised shouts coming from your friends as he rushes you into his room, both of you laughing and squealing.

You grunt when he drops you onto the bed, still laughing.

Anton beams, loving the sound of your laughter and swearing to himself to never make you unhappy again.

"Alright, I'll go shower and then you can shower, and we'll go eat dinner." you chirp, getting up.

A mischievous light sparks in Anton's eyes. "Why not we shower together? We can save time and water that way, you know." he suggests, smirking.

You scoff at the boy, chuckling. "Since when were you so concerned about the environment?" you teased, knowing what his true intentions were.

"You just stay out here and wait, I'll be done real quick." you scolded lightly.

Anton smiles, nodding readily.

He'll always wait for you.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[supernaturalistthings]

Friends? pt 4

Female!Reader x Dean Winchester

Months had now passed. Months filled with a lot of hunts and to counter all that stress nights alone together like our first. Even a few actual dates when we had the chance, he is truly very good at mini golfing. I am absolutely in love with Dean. I of course haven't told him that, and I like to think he feels the same but I wouldn't know because he hasn't said it either. I felt it though, through his touch, his actions, and his gestures. Like when we got back from a djin hunt that nearly took all three of us out.

“You need to be more careful” Dean lashed

“I am careful” i lashed back

“Clearly not enough… I mean what the hell were you thinking?” he says with a look that says to me he's deadly serious.

“I can’t lose you… i wont lose you… not like that.. Understood?”

I hesitated for a second, really taking in the underlying hurt that was being masked with strict anger. The meaning in his eyes when he said he couldn't lose me, the seriousness in his voice, the anticipation in his eyes as he waits for me to say,

“Understood”

I knew when he immediately calmed down and took a sigh of relief after receiving my answer. He motioned me over and started delicately cleaning any wound I had as if I was made of glass. The concentration in his face as he worked, the quietness because he was still harboring a little bit of resentment over the fact he almost lost me. He could hardly hold it together at the thought.

I knew with his touches the way he held, kissed, made love to me. The way he'd brush my hair out of my face when we would drive together. The way he’d hold my hand as he drove for hours barely ever letting go. The way he'd always have a hand on my back in all of these shady dives we've gone to.

“Stay in sight, okay?” he'd say

The latest motel door swings open breaking me of all my thoughts

“Hey baby” Dean says casually, setting down some gas station bags on the table by the window.

“Hey” i reply “how'd it go”

“I've got beer, snacks, and a movie from red box so i'd say we're in for a pretty good night” he says sweetly walking over and ending his sentence with a quick kiss.

“What have you been up too” he continues

“Nothing just thinking”

“Oh no that's never good” he jokes

“Shut up” i laugh and joke back

“Whatchya thinkin about? Hopefully me” he inquires smugly

“Actually yeah i was” i laugh, “I was thinking about us to be more specific”

“Everything okay?” he says in a softer tone, a slightly concerned tone

“Yeah everythings good just reminiscing”

“I'll give you more to reminisce about tonight if you play your cards right” he says, popping two beers open and taking a swig of one while handing the other to me.

“Im serious” i laugh and take the bottle “we've had a good run”

“We definitely have… this isn't a goodbye is it?” he laughs sitting down on the couch beside me

“No Dean definitely not”

“Good, you already made me fall in love with you, you can't leave now i mean my god”

Did he jus-

“I mean we've been through it all, i can't imagi-”

“Did you just say that?” I interjected, almost startled from what I just heard.

“Say what?” he replies

“That you… love me” i say

“Well yeah.. i'll admit i should’ve said it sooner i just didn’t know if you’d be ready t-”

I cut him off with a kiss filled with the love that i've been waiting for a moment like this to say that i had for him

“Woah” he says when i finally pull back for air “well i would’ve admitted that sooner if i knew you’d react like that”

“I love you too Dean, you have no idea”

“you mean it?”he eyes me waiting for an answer

i nod confidently and smile

“You know what, come here” he says as he starts to pick me up spontaneously from the couch princess style and runs me over to the bed, us both smiling and laughing the whole way there.

[k9iriz]

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡

requested.

𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴...𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵.

“who-who is it??....its...rhea ripley!” they announced as rhea unmasked herself...new hair color, new attitude, new everything.

you sat and watched it all unfold. people stared at you, knowing you’d have something to say...but you honestly didn’t.

would this mean she would start acting different towards me?

who knew? you played with the promise ring on your finger as you sat by the gorilla, waiting for your next...match. 

you sighed as you knew this time you’d be soaking in ice water, in a tub.

after rhea joined, she rained havoc on the women’s division, with the judgement day with along the man who let her join, edge. 

constantly getting put in squash matches since she turned on you, causing her to act totally different.

l she watched you get beat up by the girls every week and watched, even laughed at you for being so...weak.

“she might’ve been in character but...that’s her actual girlfriend, she should be ashamed of herself.” bianca sighed, watching rhea laugh and walk past alexa, auska and you, just eyeing you down, like you weren’t there.

that group gave her a bigger head than she should have.

but you were a face and she was a heel. so it wouldn’t make sense for her to help you.

“oh hi.” rhea walked up to me, making me mentally roll my eyes, with the judgement day.

i was personally sick of them, but something ticked inside of me to put my character on.

“what do you want ripley?” you rolled your eyes, fixing your jacket, turning towards her as you were met with four unpleased humans, laughing at you.

“wow? i thought my name was demi?” rhea faked gasped, making me look at her.

“anyways, we have a match tonight. and seeing you getting beat over the weeks made us think...why can’t you...let us, teach you a thing or two about setting your place here in the division.” rhea offered, mentally smirking at the mind games she was starting to play.

“you seem like a good additon for us, you got it all. you need to set your place and stop getting ragged around all the time...i mean. that’s if you got the strength too..ever since i dropped you.” rhea bragged, laughing at the last part.

that hurt. bad.

“look. i don’t wanna hear it rhea. im not joining your group at all, and for the millionth time, you don’t have to keep bringing that up.” you whispered the last part, you came out of character at this point. her words got personal.

before rhea could argue, rey and edge stood behind me as if they were gonna make a move, making me feel better. 

i joined them for redemption against rhea because we al had scores to settle with the judgement day.

rhea chuckled. “how about this. if i win, you’d have to join the judgement day, if you lose...you can stay with whoever your siding with. but ill win for sure.” rhea said.

you took her up on her offer.

“deal. now get out there. you talk too much.” you hushed rhea, making rey & edge follow behind.

she even played a part into me being terrorized.

pent up anger & betrayal flashed your head, and the neglect you got outside of work was ringing in your head like crazy as you walked out.

the match began as rhea stood across the ring, ready to claim her win tonight. with the judgement day on her side.

you had no advantage.

which irked you. 

rhea tossed me recklessly around the ring, yelling hurtful words as i played defense against her, getting my higher ups, but following her soonly hurting my ankle.

it was in so much pain as she attacked that spot every chance she got, making it physically impossible for me to stand on it...

but i fought through the pain.

i caught rhea yelling at the ref about the count, running over at her before hitting my finishing move, rolling her up as i got the three count, the audience was so pleased.

i felt like i actually accomplished something, not only beating my girlfriend, but the men started fighting on the outside as me and rhea rolled out, causing me to sneak as grab a kendo stick, rhea running in to low-blow edge, as they stood tall after they attacked rey and edge sucessfully.

forgetting about me.

i stood behind rhea as i had that...snap of rage inside.

staring at her with the fuel behind my eyes..i just wanted to hurt her the way she’d hurt me...

i hit rhea hard in the back, making her fall onto the ground, her back welted with the kendo stick...making me...smile.

at the pain i had caused on her.

the thoughts came back. i blacked out. i hit her so recklessly with the kendo stick...with that betrayal, anger and hurt that she had caused on me.

the judgement day didn’t even stop me. they just watched...

then i stopped, staring at the three men that stared at rhea’s aching, struggling body as they smiled.

smiled.

before damian could speak, i snatched the mic from him, before towering over my now...ex-girlfriends body.

“even if i didn’t lose...you were getting replaced anyways.” you shrugged, with the most sadistic smile on your face.

“we don’t need you anymore.” i dropped the mic before throwing it.

you did it. you turned on her. you didn’t even unite with the men. you were too far hurt to see fit.

the tables had turned and you had given her that same pain she gave to you.

but it was more personal than a tv heel turn.

you sat in the locker room, you felt happy for getting revenge but...it still didn’t feel right.

you sat with your ankle, icing it, hissing before i sobbed sliently.

your head wasn’t on straight. you felt like it wasn’t enough. rhea was mean, rude, and careless and spent time with others instead of you & it broke your heart.

you acted on revenge and wanted her to feel the pain you did...even though it was half personal between you two.

your head sunk into your lap, struggling to stand up, as the door creeked, hearing it close, and seeing someone sit next to you.

it was rhea.

“you’re so lucky i can’t move.” you mumbled, rolling your eyes before she wiped your tears that ran down your face.

she felt so bad.

it took for you to turn heel for her to understand...it was karma biting her back.

all the things she said, how she treated you so bad, you felt alone, even at work. a place where you two wanted to be together & promised it.

you felt that promise ring was a walking joke.

“even if you did, you wouldn’t hit me.” rhea chuckled lightly, as she grabbed your ankle, slowly helping you ice it.

the silence took over as i blushed lightly, feeling bad about what happened, btu seeing her actually doing something made her smile.

“i hate seeing you like this.” rhea muttered.

“im sorry. it still wouldn’t fix how i let things get to my head. i can’t blame anything but myself for letting you feel like you were alone.”

“even if i fucked up the one promise...was to marry you. i don’t blame you for wanting to throw it at me.” rhea shrugged, sniffling some tears away, all i did was listen to her. and i finally got what i wanted.

was to see her mistake. and to fix it. but with a taste of her own medicine.

“god i hate this shit.” rhea shook her head, sitting your ankle on the chair before putting the ice pack back on it as she let her thoughts take over.

“come back. im listening love.” i looked at her, as your face softened for her, as you frowned, seeing her cry.

she wasn’t the best at expressing herself, but letting the guilt over the months eat her up once again.

she had to realize it wasn’t about her.

“you don’t wanna speak to me right now, and i sure as hell can’t see you hurt. it-its painful.” rhea silently choked out, you couldn’t do anything but hug her, limping of course.

“you don’t need to explain. i listened to you. i forgive you.”

                                                            - words of betrayal.