#i got too frustrated and just turned off everything

[rebelssvy]

roommates ✧.*

ushijima x reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

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summary: ushi is your roommate and saw your phone with porn on it. creating an interesting relationship with you two. sex, smut, porn

i added twt links bc why not just to make it juicer lol

the worst thing to ever possibly happen, happened. while getting some cereal at one a.m, you had been scrolling on your own personally private twitter account. do you have porn on there? yes. do you actually watch it? yes. did you mean to leave it open on the counter top? no. not at all.

so to your horror as you ran to the pantry for some more cereal, you came back to the kitchen to find your your roomate, ushijima, standing right above your phone.

the action of him ease dropping isn’t what got you, he often snoops around your shared apartment. it was the audio you heard coming from it that made you jump out of your skin.

in the dead quiet of your dimly litted apartment, the audio of a girl getting absolutely railed by a man echoed.

“oh my god!” you scrambled, running over to your phone you shut it off. then threw it across the room it landing on the couch.

your hands instantly found your face, everything was burning up. ushi was normally a kind of awkward guy. not ever really saying much and when he did, it was always just kind of awkward.

did this stop you from having a crush on him? of course not. how could it? he was fucking huge. his muscles could make you pop from a hug. and he was also caring. even if he stuggled showing it. so you had no idea how he was about to handle this.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed y/n.” his voice prodded through the silence. it was deep, hushed. it wasn’t until a hand found your back that you looked up to him.

“i’m so so so sorry ushi!” you said turning to face him, putting your hands on his chest and burrying your head into his pecks. being touchy with him wasn’t abnormal. he just never really reciprocated it. that didn’t bother you.

“i’m… i’m just gonna go to bed.” you said before leaving your cereal on the counter, grabbing your phone and walking away.

that night you slept in horror. praying that he wouldn’t move out because of the action.

that night ushijima was more sexually frustrated then he had ever been.

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the next day when you two were at dinner, he brought up the situation from last night.

“god.. you don’t have to try to make me feel better. just forget about it.” you stood shaking your head. you two were out at a random restaurant about to leave when he asked you about it. you really wished he could just forget.

“you know y/n.. everyone watches porn.” he said it casually. tone unwavering. your eyes darted to his, attempting to read his emotions. to which you were met with a straight face.

the rest of the night you kept thinking about what that meant. does the ushijima wakatoshi watch porn? no way. i mean… there is no way right? in your head he could never be tempted. he’s too idk. perfect.

those words haunted you until you got home. every moment of silence between you lead back to the mental image you created.

finally walking through the door you decided to bring it up with him. you just didn’t know how.

he waked to his bedroom as you made you way to the kitchen for a drink. “hey ushi..?” you called out. he only responded when he walked back in with a changed, more casual outfit.

“yes y/n?” he replied finding a spot on your shared couch. instantly stretching he made himself comfortable as he flexed his biceps ever so subtlety. your eyes wandered to wear his shirt poked up. a flips of his happy trail peaked out. “do you have a question?” he said. your eyes snapped back to his face. you only nodded in reply.

going and sitting down next to him, sitting cris cross legged. as he faced forward his head turned to you. you were close, but not as close as you wished you were. so you opted to scoot closer to him. one of your knees now touching his thigh.

“earlier, i just can’t get it out of my mind… you said yk ‘everyone watches porn.’… and i was just wondering if like.. excuse me if im over stepping here but, if you watched.. porn?” your skin felt hot. like you were burning up. after you said it you wished you could take it back.

there was a long pause, and you swore you died and came back to life. just as you were about to excuse yourself to suffer an eternity of embarrassment, he responded.

“yes i watch porn.”

it was the answer you had longed for. craved and yearned. but now what? you asked him.. now what do you do?

“okay…” you said, hesitant. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what to say i’m so embarrassed oh my g-“ he stopped you mid sentence. cutting you off to say,

“want to see what i watch?” his tone was so casual that he never seemed more comfortable to talk to you. you couldn’t give him a verbal yes, so you shook your head yes instead.

you gasped as he moved his arm closer to you, only to grab his phone your thigh had been covering up. you watched intently, all nerves stood on end as he traveled to his notes app. you watched as he unlocked a hidden folder that revealed several links and notes under them. this was so ushijima. you thought to yourself.

“can i?” you asked while scooting closer to him. he flushed and shook his head yes. you scrolled through tens of links and notes beneath them like, ‘threesome two boys one girl.’ or ‘good creampie.’ it wasn’t out of the ordinary until one really caught your eye. it was a link, then labeled. ‘y/n.’ you gasped reading your name. then he caught on right away. obviously embarrassed he shut his phone off and didn’t say anything.

curiosity struck at your bones. what was that video? what did it have my name on it?

“can i.. can we maybe watch some of them..?” you leaned into him now bringing the phone back up to seversace level and unlocking it. he never said no. he shook his head yes before saying.

“let me explain-“ you cut him off, pressing a finger to his mouth before saying. “we will save that one for last how bout that…” you were now flirting with him. and he could tell. he shook his head yes once again as you scrolled through all the different links.

finally clicking on one you watched it with him side by side. you watched as a boyfriend penetrated his smaller girlfriend with his huge cock. you felt ushijima squirm next to you, obviously uncomfortable.

“fuck…” you said without realizing. your head whipped to his but he was already looking at you. and god.. he was so handsome. his lips parted slightly, glossed from his own saliva

“can i please kiss you?” he asked while dropping his hand and now holding your face. before giving him an answer you brought your face to his with passion. kissing him so intently. your lips molded around each others. it was hot. it was almost too much to handle. a line of saliva connected the two of you as you parted.

you picked up his phone and went back to scrolling. this time his hands were all over you, touching every part of your body. brushing over it of pinching at it, he needed to feel you.

you moaned as he brought his head to your neck and slurped at all your open skin. you watched videos that he had saved, making mental notes about how the women in them are. or what he was into like, two lovers forced to be quiet or how the girl in the video spread herself open to get finger fucked.

finally you made your way to the video with your name on it. ushijima had now brought his eyes back to you, nervous of what was about to happen. in silence you clicked on it. just to find a video of a girl with your body type and look getting absolutely pounded.

“i’ve never been fucked like that before…” you admitted, breaking the silence. you looked over to him. dropping the phone now.

“fuck y/n… i’m trying really hard right now to be a gentleman but your making it hard.” he dropped his head back before bringing a hand to his hair and messing with it.

“fuck that! just fuck me please oh my god!” you squealed out, shocked that you even said it. you smacked a hand over your mouth. but it was too late. ushijima had already taken you into his arms. carrying you into his room.

“i haven’t..” he started while throwing his clothes off, and undoing yours next, “been able to get you out of my mind. i need you so bad” he admitted now laying you down on the bed.

it was all happening too quickly. and yet his pace was awfully slow for you. fully naked you stared at him. he stared back at you.

finally his fingers trailed your asshole before finding your cunt. it was soaked already, ushijima was seeing stars. “fuck your so wet..” he groaned. “can i?” he asked for your consent.

“yes! ushi~just fuck me!” you moaned as his hand cupped your soft little cunt. he stood above you, spread your legs open and pressed his middle finger into your tight little hole. taking it out to draw circles on your clit. your back arched at all of his motions. you squirmed under his touch.

“god your so fucking tight. so fucking pretty.��� he groaned before putting another finger into you. pumping it in and out of you at reckless pace.

“need more… i need your cock ushi..!” you moaned out grabbing at his length. you jerked him off a couple strokes before he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them in your mouth.

you sucked your own juices off his digits. and oh my god, ushijima had never felt hotter. he felt like he was on fire.

now on the bed with you he threw your body around into a doggy position. your ass in the air. he waited seconds just looking at you before he positioned his cock near your hole.

as his fat tip sank its way further into your sobbing cunt, the more your pussy sucked him in. half way in and he thought he was going to cum. he pushed the feeling deep down into his soul. he needed to fuck you first.

“ushijimaaa~ fuck! ah-! your so fucking bi-i-g!” and with that moan of his name, he swore he heard wedding bells.

a new fuel fired his engine, as he pounded your wet cunt from behind. your arched your back further. the sensation was too much for you. the feeling of you stretching out around his fat cock. you could feel him everywhere.

your cream gathered at the base of his cock, it made his mind go hazy. pushing your farther into the bed, he rested more of his weight on you. slamming his cock in and out of you. your noises filled the room. the way you clenched around home you knew you were close.

“fuck you like that? cmon y/n.. cum around my fucking cock.” his words sent you over the edge. shaking and spasming beneath him you cursed out moans. saying ‘fuck ushi-! god i fucking love your dick ohmygod’ it wasn’t until his pace slowed slightly that you realized that he wasn’t stopping.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck uou for months baby. cmon gimmie a nother one cmon…” you watched all his composer slip away as he pounded your overstimulated body. flipping you on your front you got pounded face to face with him. his eyebrows furrowed. he was such a sight.

you felt your second orgasm approaching. he reached down to circle your creamy clit. as soon as he touched it pleasure ripped through you. your body lurching forward. you shook with the feeling.

“imcummingfu-c! god ushi~ your cock oh my god. fuck your so fucking good ah-!” you moaned, almost screaming him praise. he came on the spot. his cock filling you up with his seed. you felt him everywhere.

“god your so perfect. oh my god fuck y/n.” he said through grunts and groans. finally he fell next to you. kissing your sweaty body.

getting cereal at one am was the best thing you’ve ever done.

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i missed writing about him so u know i had to do it

[luvoooenha]

Lucky charm!

Pairing- Boyfriend! Jake x Girlfriend! Y/N

Summary- Jake, the top soccer player at UNI, always relied on Y/N’s support—until a huge argument left him distracted before a big game. Without her in the stands, he struggled to play, missing shots and worrying his team. Realizing how much he needed her, a teammate called Y/N, who debated but ultimately showed up, looking her best. The moment Jake saw her, his focus returned, and he played like himself again. After the game, they made up, proving that Y/N was truly his lucky charm.

Warnings- FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF, anger, angst, arguments, happy couple… (jokes! Not really)

Word count- 1.8k

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“You don’t get it, Y/N!” Jake’s voice was sharp, frustration thick in every word.

“Then explain it to me, Jake! Because right now, it feels like I’m the only one trying.” Y/N’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her voice shaking between anger and hurt.

Jake let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You think I don’t care? That I don’t appreciate you?”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Jake, I’ve been to every single game, every late-night practice, every stupid press conference where they ask you the same questions. And not once have I ever complained.” Her voice broke slightly, but she pushed on. “But the second I bring up how I feel, I’m the bad guy?”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The look in her eyes—raw and filled with unshed tears—made his chest tighten.

“I can’t keep doing this if you don’t want me here, Jake.”

His stomach twisted. That wasn’t what he wanted at all. But his stupid pride got in the way, and instead of telling her the truth—that he needed her more than anything—he muttered, “Maybe it’s better that way.”

The second the words left his lips, he wanted to take them back.

Y/N’s face fell, her jaw tightening as she nodded slowly. “Okay.”

And just like that, she turned and walked away.

Jake stood frozen, watching her disappear into the night.

He had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

-

The silence between them was louder than anything Jake had ever experienced.

Y/N hadn’t texted. Hadn’t called. Hadn’t shown up to practice.

Jake told himself he was fine. That he could focus better without distractions. But when game day rolled around, it hit him like a freight train.

He jogged onto the field, scanning the stands on instinct. But the seat where she always sat—third row, left side, just behind the team bench—was empty.

His stomach clenched.

He tried to shake it off as the game started, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. His passes were off. His speed felt sluggish. Every shot he took either hit the post, went wide, or was blocked by the keeper.

The frustration built with every mistake, weighing him down like lead.

The final whistle blew, and UNI had lost. Jake barely heard the post-game speech from his coach, too busy replaying every missed opportunity in his head.

When he got back to the locker room, he didn’t even bother taking off his cleats right away. He just sat there, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor.

Jay, his closest teammate, nudged him. “Dude. What’s going on?”

Jake exhaled slowly. “Nothing. Just an off day.”

Jay scoffed. “Nah, man. This is more than that. I’ve never seen you play like this.” He paused. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

Jake didn’t answer.

Jay sighed. “Look, I don’t know what happened, but it’s obvious you’re a wreck without her.”

Jake clenched his jaw. “She’s probably better off.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Then why do you keep looking for her in the stands?”

Jake said nothing.

Jay grabbed his phone. “I’m texting her.”

Jake should’ve stopped him. Should’ve told him to leave it alone.

But he didn’t.

Y/N sat on her bed, knees pulled to her chest, as she mindlessly scrolled through her camera roll. Each swipe brought a new memory, a new reminder of everything she and Jake had been before it all fell apart.

There was a photo of him grinning at her during one of their late-night study sessions, his notes forgotten as he balanced a pencil between his nose and upper lip, trying to make her laugh. She had rolled her eyes at the time, but she could still remember the way her stomach had fluttered when he looked at her like she was the best part of his world.

Another picture—Jake, covered in sweat but grinning like a fool after a big win, his arm slung lazily around her shoulders. She had been laughing, caught mid-cheer, his jersey draped over her like a second skin. She had been so proud of him. She always was.

And then, one of her favorites—a candid shot of them from a lazy Sunday morning. Jake, shirtless and half-asleep, stealing bites of her breakfast as she swatted at his hand, laughing at his shamelessness. His hair had been a mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep, but he had looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

Y/N’s chest ached.

She missed him. More than she wanted to admit.

Her fingers hovered over his contact, the familiar urge to text him creeping in. But then, like a cruel reminder, his words echoed in her head.

"Maybe it’s better that way."

She swallowed the lump in her throat, locking her phone. If that was what he wanted, then fine. She wouldn’t be the one to break first.

But then, as if the universe was laughing at her stubbornness, her phone buzzed.

Jay: Jake’s a mess. He needs you. Badly.

Her heart clenched.

She should ignore it. He was the one who pushed her away. He was the one who made her feel like she didn’t matter.

But… if that were true, why was he struggling so much?

Y/N exhaled slowly, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes betrayed her, filled with something she wasn’t ready to name yet.

She could walk away. Let Jake figure this out on his own. Prove to herself that she didn’t need him as much as he needed her.

But that was a lie.

Because no matter how angry or hurt she was… she still loved him.

And she wasn’t sure she ever wouldn’t.

With a resigned sigh, she grabbed her jacket and touched up her makeup.

If she was going, she was going to make an entrance.

She headed out the door, her heart pounding.

Jake needed her.

And whether she liked it or not… she needed him too.

-

Jake jogged onto the field, his mind clouded with doubt.

His body felt heavy, his nerves shot. The last few games had been a disaster, and the weight of failure clung to him like a storm he couldn’t outrun. He tried to shake it off, stretching his arms and bouncing on his feet, but nothing felt right.

Then, instinctively, he looked toward the stands.

And everything stopped.

His breath hitched. His heart stuttered.

Y/N was there.

Sitting in her usual spot—third row, left side, just behind the team bench.

Jake blinked, half-convinced he was imagining it. But no, it was real. She was real.

And damn, she looked good.

Her hair was styled just the way he liked, her makeup subtle but stunning. She wore his favorite shade, the one he always said made her eyes stand out, and even from across the field, he could see the way her lips curved in something between challenge and amusement.

She came.

A rush of energy shot through his veins, the kind he hadn’t felt since before she left. His pulse pounded, but this time, it wasn’t from nerves—it was from something deeper, something electric.

His lucky charm had returned.

And just like that, everything clicked back into place.

The whistle blew, and Jake was unstoppable.

Every pass was precise, every shot powerful. He weaved through defenders with the confidence he’d been missing, his movements sharp and deliberate. The frustration that had been drowning him for days melted away, replaced by pure instinct.

And every time he scored, he didn’t look at the scoreboard. He didn’t look at his teammates.

He looked at her.

Y/N sat there, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed. But he saw the way her lips twitched, the way her fingers tapped against her thigh. She was proud of him—he knew it.

By the final whistle, UNI had secured the win. The crowd erupted in cheers, his teammates swarming him with congratulations, but Jake barely acknowledged any of it.

His eyes were locked on her.

Without a second thought, he sprinted toward the stands, pushing past the crowd. Y/N had already started making her way down toward the field, and when she stopped in front of him, they just stood there, staring at each other.

For the first time in days, Jake could breathe again.

“I was an idiot.” His voice was breathless, raw. “I didn’t mean any of it, Y/N. I was just—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I was scared. Of how much I need you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed. “Yeah? I figured, considering how hard you flopped without me.”

Jake huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “I deserved that.”

“Damn right, you did.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, but Jake didn’t miss the way her tough exterior wavered, the way her eyes softened just slightly.

He took a step closer. “Y/N, I mean it. I never should’ve pushed you away.” His voice dropped to something quieter, more vulnerable. “You’re everything to me.”

She sighed, finally uncrossing her arms. “Jake… you can’t shut me out when things get hard. That’s not how this works.”

“I know,” he admitted, his gaze never leaving hers. “And I won’t. Ever again.”

Y/N studied him for a long moment, and then, finally, she sighed in defeat. “You’re lucky I like you, Sim.”

Relief crashed over him, and before she could say anything else, he closed the distance, wrapping his arms arowund her and pulling her in tight.

She hesitated for half a second before melting into him, her arms circling his waist.

Jake buried his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume, and everything felt right again. “I missed you,” he murmured.

“I know,” she teased, voice muffled against his jersey. “I could tell from your embarrassing game stats.”

He chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at her. “Guess I need you to keep me in check.”

“Clearly.”

Jake reached up, brushing his thumb over her cheek, his voice softer now. “So… does this mean you’ll be at the next game?”

Y/N smirked. “As long as you keep winning.”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead before whispering, “Then I guess I have no choice.”

Because she wasn’t just his biggest supporter.

She was his lucky charm.

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[arc-misadventures]

Warning: Smut ahead. You have been warned.

Under the Kotatsu

I froze on the spot. A shiver ran up the course of my spine. A silent gasp escaped my lips. But, I dare not voice it. I was surrounded by people, and the consequences of voice my emotions were too grave to risk.

But, I could barely contain myself. It had been years since someone touched me there, not since I lost my beloved husband. And yet, here we were, sitting underneath a kotatsu, my daughter sitting to my left and across from me sat her boyfriend. Chatting about mundane things, such as the weather, and what not as he slowly rubbed his foot against my groin.

I could feel myself grow wet at his touch. His slow, methodical motions of his foot as he rubbed his toe along my slit. I could barely keep a straight face as I squirmed underneath his touch.

I wanted to yell out, slap him for touching me so. But, I just couldn’t bring myself to. Years of bent up frustration seemed to slowly emerge from within the depths of my soul from his succulent touch.

I struggled to contain my moans, I desperately wanted to let loose, to cry out in unbridled passion at his tough. But I mustn’t, otherwise everything would be ruined if my daughter became aware of what was happening. But, oh gods that thought alone just made it all the more invigorating!

I could just imagine it: My daughter catching me getting off from her boyfriends touch. Her shocked expression displayed across her face as I screamed out in extasy, as I felt a long over due sense of relief as I came from an age of being untouched by anyone, even myself. Oh how intoxicating was that thought I dare say I nearly came from the thought alone.

But, I wasn’t there yet, I needed more, much more before I would reach my climax. I bucked my hips against his foot for the briefest of moments. A signal for him to go harder, to go faster; a signal telling him to make sure I came, soon!

He clearly got the message as I felt his foot press harder against me, rubbing me with much more speed, and passion. By the Brother Gods, I was drowning in the passion, and the love of his touch.

I could feel myself grow closer, and closer to my release. The pleasure from his touch only edging me further along.

I wanted to cry out, let loose a howling guttural moan of unbridled pleasure as I came from his touch. But I couldn’t, it would spoil all the fun if I did.

I was amazed that I managed to hold my moans in. It had been years since I felt such pleasure. It spoke volumes that I was able to hide it from my daughter, and her boyfriend. I was surprised he didn’t react to what he was doing to me.

A soft pant escaped my lips as he pushed on harder and faster than before. I bucked my hips harder against his foot as he edged me. I was close, dangerously close to cumming my brains out, and I couldn’t wait!

I squeezed my lips shut as I moaned deep within my throat, not doubt sounding like a purr of passion within my sealed lips. My body bucking for just a moment as I felt the juices flood my panties. Oh gods, I desperately needed that!

I coughed into my hands to hide my moans. I was basking in this liberating moment for but a second, and yet it felt like ages. My daughter asked me what was wrong, I simply stated I was a little parched. She offered to get us some tea, such a good girl. She soon got up, and left. Leaving me alone with her dear boyfriend.

Oh this was going to be fun!

My face, flushed red from euphoric pleasure turned to face my daughters boyfriend. His wide eyed blue eyes frantically darted between me, and my daughter as she left before his eyes settled upon me. A nervous gulp, and agasped mouth stared back at me.

Oh, that sneaky little devil!

He had been aiming for my daughter, not me! Evidently, he clearly missed the mark. He was stuttering an excuse before I in turn silenced him.

I stared deeply into those deep blue eyes of his, whispering softly to him that it was now my turn. As my stocking clad foot, rubbed against his hardening member.

It was big, shockingly big! I struggled to imagine how his pants held back such a monster.

I started to tease him, both with my foot and the words as I spoke. I told him how he was such a naughty boy; rubbing his girlfriend’s mother off till she came. All the while her daughter sat next to me. Such a naughty boy~!

He gasped softly as I rubbed his cock through his pants. He let loose a poor excuse that he thought he was rubbing off my daughter not me. I asked if they did this often, rubbing one another off, hidden from the sight of others. And, apparently they did, quite often at that.

Explained why the boy was so damn good at it.

He was about to apologize, but I cut him off by thanking him. He stared back at me in shock. I explained to him that it had been years since someone pleasured me like that. Even before I lost my darling husband at that. And, I told him that I had to. No, that I needed to return the favour.

It was only fair after all.

So I pressed my other foot against his groin. With a cock this big, one foot simply couldn’t give it the proper footjob it deserved.

He let out a low moan at my touched. i told him how I envied him, I wanted to scream when I felt his touch, but I couldn’t, not with my daughter next to me. But, hiding it from her was part of it all fun though.

I told him to undo his zipper to let that hard cock out, and he did just so. I marveled in amazement as I felt his long, thick, hard cock between my feet. I desperately wanted to peak under the table to see it in its raw glory, but I wouldn’t get that good of a look from where i was sitting.

I asked him how big he was. He gasped silently as I he told me. A foot?! I held a foot long cock between my feet?! Oh gods. I could only imagine how that would feel inside me.

I was about to ask another question, but was silenced by my daughter coming in. She placed three cups of tea before us, we inhaled the sweet aroma as the tea cooled before us.

The tea smelt nice, but I bet he smelt way, way better.

Our conversation resumed, chatting about how the reconstruction of Beacon was coming along, what they planned to do after it was completed, simple things like that. All the while I rubbed the head of his cock with my toes.

I could see the minute twitches across his face as he struggled to contain the desire to express the pleasure he felt from my touch. I couldn’t help, but wonder if this was what I had looked like when he rubbed me off.

Bet I looked damn good.

He started to buck his hips against my feet, his cock twitching about in my grasp. He was getting close. Good.

I wanted him to cum, to know that an old lady like me could still get a boy… No, a man off with just the simplest of touches. So far I was succeeding, but I need to feel the liquid proof upon my body. I needed it! Now!

But, that was proving to be a challenge. Evidently this boy had stamina for days. Boys with big auras, apparently the rumours about them had more truth to them than they said.

I could feel him twitch more as my feet rubbed him off. He was close dangerously close. Oh gods, I could almost taste it, and oh how I desperately wanted to!

A silent moan escaped his lips as he bucked forward, finally giving me what I wanted! His hot cum plastered all over my feet, and legs! His face giving off a pained, and relived expression as he reached his climax.

My daughter looked at her boyfriend, asking if he was alright, he simply played it off as just being a little tired. All the while I could feel rivers of hot cum run down my feet.

It was such a waste, such a godly load of cum would have felt far better coming out of my gaping pussy than upon my legs.

I shivered in arousal at the mere thought of it.

My daughter said it was late, they should probably get some sleep. She collected the cups and left to her bed. Her boyfriend, and I decided to stay, and chat for a bit.

As my daughter left my line of sight, I quietly whispered to him if he enjoyed himself. The thrill I got when he told me I was better than his daughter was invigorating!

I told him that this wasn’t over, this was merely the beginning of something wonderful.

Amber eyes stared into blue, as a pair of deep lustful smile splayed across our lips as he simple asked.

“Well then, what are we waiting for?”

Oh yeah, I still had it~!

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Okay, I did change this a little from the original. Just tweaked the grammar, and added some bits to improve the flow.

Don't expect me to do more of these. This is just one I've been wanting to share for years now. And, I finally relented.

Do enjoy~1

[woozinhos]

(politely but loudly because i'm excited) HI MOLLIE CAN YOU WRITE ARGUMENT AND YELLED CONFESSION IN THE RAIN WITH DK

Notes: I GOT CHU BOO ENJOY THE ARGUEMENTTTT HEHE

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You and Dokyeom were walking together in the rain, arguing about something you couldn't even remember. The sky was gray and gloomy, matching the tension between the two of you.

"You never listen to me!" Dokyeom exclaimed, his voice raised in frustration. "I've been trying to tell you this for weeks and you just ignore me!" You rolled your eyes, feeling your own irritation growing. "Oh, so now it's my fault that you can't communicate properly?" you shot back. "You always assume I know what you're thinking without you saying anything!" The rain was pouring down harder now, soaking you both to the bone. Dokyeom's face was twisted in anger, his hair plastered to his forehead.

"You know what? Maybe I wouldn't have to assume if you actually paid attention to me for once!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the empty streets. You stopped walking, turning to face him fully. "Are you serious right now?" you snapped, your own temper flaring up. "I pay attention to you all the time! I just don't always agree with you!" Dokyeom took a step closer to you, his chest heaving with anger. "Well, maybe if you agreed with me more often, we wouldn't be having this argument in the first place!" he retorted. The rain was pouring down even harder now, but neither of you seemed to notice. You were both too wrapped up in your argument to care about anything else.

"You're impossible to deal with sometimes!" you shouted, throwing your hands up in frustration. "You always have to be right, don't you?" Dokyeom let out a frustrated growl, running a hand through his wet hair. "I'm not trying to be impossible, I'm just trying to get you to understand my point of view!" he yelled back. He took another step closer, his eyes flashing with anger. "But you never do! You're too stubborn to listen to anyone but yourself!" You glared at him, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. The rain was pouring down so hard now that it was starting to hurt, but neither of you showed any signs of stopping.

"I'm stubborn? You're the one who can't admit when you're wrong!" you shouted, your voice rising above the sound of the rain. Dokyeom clenched his fists, his jaw tight with anger. "I'm not the one who can't have a simple conversation without turning it into a fight!" he yelled back. He was standing so close to you now that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. The rain was running down his face, mixing with the anger in his eyes.

"You always twist my words and turn everything into a problem!" he continued, his voice lowering slightly but still filled with intensity. "It's like you want to argue just for the sake of arguing!" You turned and started walking away from Dokyeom, your anger fueling your steps. He watched you go for a moment, his chest still heaving with emotion.

"Where are you going?" he called out after you, his voice softer now but still laced with irritation. You didn't answer, just kept walking. The rain was starting to ease up a bit, but the tension between the two of you remained thick in the air. Dokyeom hesitated for a moment, torn between chasing after you and letting you go. But then he made up his mind and started walking after you, his long strides quickly catching up to yours.

"Wait!" Dokyeom shouted, his hand closing around your arm and pulling you to a stop. He spun you around to face him, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, the sound of it falling softly around you.

"Y/N, wait," he said again, his voice softer now but still firm. "I need to say something." You looked up at him, your anger fading slightly as you saw the look on his face. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"What is it?" you asked, your voice quieter now. Dokyeom took a deep breath, his grip on your arm tightening slightly. "I need to tell you something," he said, his gaze never leaving yours. "Something I've been holding in for a long time." Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what he was about to say. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness.

"What is it?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. Dokyeom took another deep breath, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words. "I... I love you," he said finally, his voice shaking slightly.

The rain suddenly picked up again, pouring down around you in sheets. The sudden downpour seemed to match the intensity of the moment, adding to the drama of Dokyeom's confession. You stood there, frozen in shock, as the rain soaked through your clothes and plastered your hair to your face. Dokyeom's words hung in the air between you, waiting for a response. He didn't move, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. He was completely drenched, his clothes clinging to his body as he waited for you to say something, anything.

"I've loved you for so long," Dokyeom continued, his voice rising above the sound of the rain. "I didn't know how to tell you, and I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way. But I can't keep it inside anymore. I need you to know how I feel." He took a step closer to you, his eyes burning with emotion. "You mean everything to me, Y/N. You're the most important person in my life, and I can't imagine being without you."

"I can't lose you," Dokyeom said, his voice cracking slightly. "You're the one person who makes me feel alive, who challenges me and pushes me to be better. I need you in my life, more than anything." He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. The rain was coming down harder now, but you barely noticed as you stared up at him, your heart racing in your chest. Dokyeom's lips crashed onto yours in a passionate kiss, his hands moving to the back of your head to pull you closer. The rain poured down around you, making the moment feel even more intense and electric. He kissed you with a hunger and desperation that left you breathless, his body pressed against yours as he poured all of his love and longing into the kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying everything he had been holding back for so long.

You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands clutching at his drenched shirt as you lost yourself in the moment. The rain continued to pour down around you, soaking you both to the bone, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of Dokyeom's lips on yours and the overwhelming emotions that swirled between you. After what felt like an eternity, Dokyeom finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. His chest was heaving and his eyes were filled with a mix of relief and desire.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice ragged with emotion. "I love you so much, Y/N. Please tell me you feel the same way." He searched your eyes, waiting for your response with bated breath. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle again, the only sound besides the rapid beating of your hearts. You looked up at him, your heart swelling with a mixture of love and joy. "I love you too," you whispered back, your voice shaking slightly. "I have for a long time, I just didn't know how to tell you."

Dokyeom's face lit up with a radiant smile, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god," he breathed, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I was so scared that I had ruined everything between us." He held you close, burying his face in your hair as he breathed in the scent of rain and your shampoo. You both pulled away from the embrace, laughing at the sight of yourselves. You were both soaked to the bone, your clothes clinging to your bodies and your hair plastered to your faces.

"We look like drowned rats," Dokyeom chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair. You giggled and nodded in agreement, trying to smooth down your hair but failing miserably. "Yeah, we do," you said, still laughing. "But it was worth it."

Dokyeom smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I can't believe we just confessed to each other in the middle of a rainstorm," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. You laughed again, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest despite the chill of the rain. "I can't believe it either," you replied. "But I'm glad we did." He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. "Me too," he said softly, looking down at you with a tender expression. "I'm glad we finally got everything out in the open."

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─ 𝜗𝜚 NJM .ᐟ Pink or Revenge

› content ┆ nail tech Jaemin x fem reader, fluff ✎ word-count .ᐟ 2.6k. ⌁ summary ┆Jaemin, your flirty nail tech, did your nails last week for a Valentine's Day date with your boyfriend. Today, on Valentine's Eve, you're back for a revenge set, and Jaemin might take this as an opportunity.

✧ happy valentine's day ✧ feedback & reblog are highly appreciated!

The soft chime of the doorbell jingled softly as you stepped into the nail salon, the familiar faint scent of lavender and citrus wafting through the air. The serene atmosphere of the salon was always comforting, a place where you could relax and let go of the stress of the world. You smiled and waved at the receptionist, who greeted you with a warm smile, before you made your way to the back of the salon where your favorite nail tech, Jaemin, worked.

He was leaning back in his chair, inspecting what seemed like new polishes under the light with a focused look. The moment he saw you, that signature mischievous grin appeared on his face. His eyes sparkled as he took in your presence, and you could practically hear the playful tone in his voice before he even spoke.

“Well, well, look who it is. Back for another round of pampering,” Jaemin drawled, his voice smooth and dripping with playful charm. “What’s the occasion this time? Last week, you were all about pink for your hot date. Let me guess, something’s changed?”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, sitting down in the plush chair as Jaemin slid over to you. He was always so sassy, always teasing you, and it was honestly half the reason you came back so often. That, and his impeccable skills. Jaemin’s nails were always on point, and he was an artist when it came to designs. But right now, you weren’t in the mood for a cute Valentine’s Day set. No, this time, you were preparing for something else entirely.

“Well,” you started, leaning forward with a mischievous smile. “Let’s just say... I need a revenge set. I need something to take my frustration out on.”

Jaemin’s eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued, and he raised an eyebrow as he slid on his gloves. “Revenge? Oh, this sounds juicy. Do tell.”

You could practically hear the wheels turning in his head, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you launched into your story.

“So, I had a date planned for Valentine’s Day with my boyfriend right.. well ex, all sweet and cute, right? I even got my nails done by you in that cute pink set, all ready to impress.” You paused for dramatic effect, leaning back in your chair. “And then, out of nowhere, he cancels. Just like that. With no explanation. The nerve of him. He says he's too ‘busy’ to meet up, but I think he’s just playing me. He’s been doing this way more frequently these past weeks. Typical.”

Jaemin’s grin only grew wider, as if he was enjoying your drama more than he should. He pulled out a set of tools and started preparing for the manicure, but his attention was fully on you now.

You looked down at his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch. It was reassuring, but at the same time, it made your heart race a little faster than it should. Jaemin had a way of making everything feel... good. He made you feel seen. And maybe that’s why, even though you were here to get your nails done, there was something else you couldn't quite shake off. Something in the way he made you feel like the center of attention.

“Ah, now you’re speaking my language. A revenge set, huh? I can totally get behind that. But, princess,” he said, his tone turning smooth and sultry, “I think I can give you a little more than just some killer nails. How about a little bit of... a Valentine’s Day date?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “A... date? With you?”

Jaemin's eyes glinted with mischief as he nodded. “Why not? I mean, I’m already taking care of your nails, making you look fine as hell. What’s a little extra time spent with me? Plus, I know exactly how to make that boy jealous. Trust me, after one night with me, he’ll be begging for you back.”

Your pulse quickened, though you tried to play it cool. Jaemin had always been a flirt, but this was something else. His confidence was almost... irresistible.

“So, what are you thinking?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Jaemin smirked as he began removing your old nail set, his fingers brushing against your hands with practiced ease. “Well, babe, you don’t just want to get your nails done. You want to make a statement. You want him to regret ever messing with you. You need to look absolutely stunning—like you’re having the best time of your life while he's sulking at home. And then, after I finish, we’ll go out, have dinner, and show him exactly what he’s missing. I can make sure of that.” He flashed you that signature confident smile that always made your heart flutter.

You bit your lip. There was no denying the allure of Jaemin's proposal. Part of you wanted to stay mad at your ex, to make him regret what he did, but another part of you couldn't resist the idea of spending an evening with Jaemin. There was something about his playful nature and the way he made everything seem so effortless. The playful banter was one thing, but the way his eyes held yours now was different. It felt... intentional.

“And what exactly do you have in mind?” you asked, leaning in, intrigued.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart," Jaemin purred as he gently pushed your hands into a soaking bowl. “I’ve got a few ideas in mind. Something that’ll make him wish he was the one sitting across from you on Valentine’s Day. Well, let’s just say we’re going bold today. You want something dramatic, something that screams ‘I’m not your second choice.’ I’m thinking dark reds, sleek black accents, maybe a touch of gold to give it that little extra flair.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your nerves easing as you settled back in the chair. Jaemin always had that effect on you. He made you feel good, like you were special—even if it was just for the duration of your time together. “That sounds exactly like what I need.”

As he worked, the conversation shifted. He asked about your ex, about the date that never happened, and you found yourself telling him more than you thought you would. Jaemin listened intently, his sharp eyes studying your expressions and your words with a mix of amusement and understanding. He had this uncanny ability to get under your skin but in the best way possible.

Jaemin flashed a grin, his eyes twinkling. "Good choice. Trust me, when you walk out of here, no one will be able to take their eyes off you. Especially not your ex."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of him. Jaemin was right. This wasn’t just about nails anymore. It was about reclaiming your power, and your confidence. And maybe, just maybe, Jaemin was helping you see that you deserved better than the guy who had just thrown you away.

As Jaemin began preparing the base coat, you couldn't help but notice how focused he was. His movements were precise, yet fluid, his hands graceful as he worked. There was something hypnotic about the way he handled his tools, the way his fingers moved with practiced ease over your nails.

“So,” he said, leaning over you as he carefully painted your nails, “tell me, what exactly did he say when he canceled?”

You sighed dramatically. “He said he had to ‘work late,’ but I have access to his schedule. He had no meetings, nothing going on whatsoever. He was just... too lazy to go out with me.” You scoffed. “Typical again.”

Jaemin’s fingers paused mid-motion. He raised an eyebrow and gave you a sly grin. “That sounds... suspicious. Maybe he found someone else.”

“Ugh, don’t even,” you groaned, pushing back in your chair. “You’re probably right. It doesn’t help that he’s always a little too ‘friendly’ with the girls at the bar.”

“Maybe he’s not worth your time, then,” Jaemin said, his voice suddenly soft. He looked up at you, his expression more sincere now. “I get it. You wanted to feel like he was worth it. But babe, you're worth more than just looking cute. You deserve to look amazing. Like a goddess. Like someone who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to go after it. You deserve someone who treats you like a queen. Not someone who cancels on you at the last minute.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. There was a tenderness in his voice that was surprising, almost protective. You hadn’t expected it from the usually flirty Jaemin.

“You really think so?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended.

Jaemin’s eyes softened as he nodded, the teasing grin replaced with something more genuine. “Of course. And maybe, if you’re open to it, I could be that someone.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It was a simple comment, but coming from him, it hit differently. He’d always been a flirt, but this was more... earnest. Your mind raced, trying to process the idea of Jaemin in a different light—someone more than just your nail tech, more than just a flirt.

“Well,” you said, trying to regain your composure, “I guess I could think about it. But you know, you might be too much of a heartbreaker for me.”

Jaemin smirked, though you noticed a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. “A heartbreaker, huh? I’ll have to change that then.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the way Jaemin spoke—so sure, so confident. But it wasn’t just about the nails anymore. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, the way he made you believe in yourself again. Maybe it was his words, or maybe it was just the way he looked at you. Either way, you were starting to feel something you hadn’t expected to feel—something that had nothing to do with the revenge set you came in for.

Jaemin continued working in silence for a while, his fingers moving skillfully over your nails as he carefully applied the dark red polish. The deep shade shimmered in the light, the perfect base for the black accents he added next, followed by delicate strokes of gold glitter. With every layer, you felt a sense of anticipation building within you. Jaemin was right—this wasn’t just about nails. It was about making a statement. About owning your story.

Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Jaemin pulled back, admiring his work. He was silent for a moment, taking in the way the deep red shimmered in the light, how the black accents were bold but not overbearing, and the gold glitter that gave it that final touch of elegance. It didn’t take long before you were admiring your hands too, completely in awe of the intricate design.

Jaemin stepped back and let out a low whistle, clearly proud of his work. “Look at you, all set for revenge. Those are some killer nails. What do you think?”

You gazed at your nails again, unable to hide your satisfaction. The colors were bold and dramatic, a mixture of deep reds, blacks, and gold accents that shimmered under the light. It was the perfect blend of sexy, fierce, and unapologetic. They weren’t just nails - they were a declaration. Exactly what you needed. “I love them,” you said, your voice full of awe. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "You really know how to make a girl feel like a queen."

"You are a queen, babe," Jaemin said, his voice sincere and warm. "And I’m just here to help you remember that."

You swallowed, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest. There was no denying that Jaemin had this effect on you, this way of making you feel more than you were—more than what you had let yourself believe. You had come in here for a set of nails, but what you were walking away with was something far more valuable: a reminder of your own strength, your own beauty, your own power.

Jaemin’s grin returned, now more playful. “Told you I’ve got skills. Now, about that date...”

You took a deep breath, but you couldn’t resist the idea of Jaemin’s proposal. “Fine,” you said, deciding to give in. “Let’s go.”

Jaemin’s eyes lit up, and without another word, he led you out of the salon. As you both stepped out into the cool evening air, Jaemin gave you a sly look. “You know, I’m thinking somewhere a little fancy. Something that’ll make your ex want to crawl out of his hole.”

You laughed, feeling a rush of excitement. “Oh, I’m so ready for this.”

The drive to the rooftop bar was short, but the anticipation was almost unbearable. Jaemin kept glancing at you, his eyes glinting with mischief.

When you arrived, the night sky stretched above you, the city lights twinkling like stars. The rooftop was chic and intimate, the perfect place to be seen and not noticed—if you wanted. But tonight, you were ready to be noticed. Ready to show your ex exactly what he’d lost. And Jaemin? He seemed like the perfect companion for your revenge.

He led you to a cozy corner with a view of the skyline. “This is our spot for the night,” he said, a little too smug for your liking. But you didn’t mind. There was something magnetic about him tonight, something that made you feel more alive than you had in weeks.

As Jaemin ordered the drinks, you couldn’t help but feel the chemistry between you both intensify. He’d been your nail tech, your confidant, and your flirtatious companion. But tonight, it felt like there was more to him. And maybe more to you than just the need for revenge.

The drinks arrived, and the conversation flowed easily—banter, laughter, and teasing—until Jaemin leaned in closer. “So... do you think he’s watching?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sure he is. He’s probably stalking my social media.”

Jaemin smirked, his hand grazing yours in a deliberate, slow motion. “Well, if he’s watching, I’m glad he’s seeing you with someone who knows how to treat you right.”

You didn’t know what surprised you more: the fact that Jaemin was openly admitting he was interested or the fact that you didn’t mind at all.

The night wore on, filled with laughter, drinks, and quiet moments of connection that were more intimate than you had expected. By the time you left, the first hint of dawn was breaking, casting a soft glow over the city.

Jaemin walked you to your car, his presence a comforting, warm contrast to the chilly air. “So, how’d it feel? Making him jealous?” Jaemin asked, his voice low and soft.

You smiled up at him, feeling content. “It felt... good. But honestly, I’m glad I came out with you.”

Jaemin’s smile softened, and for the first time tonight, there was no teasing in his eyes—just a quiet sincerity. “Maybe next time, it won’t be about revenge.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you realized just how much you were looking forward to what came next.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

And for the first time, you didn’t mind the idea of having someone like Jaemin in your life—revenge or not.

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for your event could i get sero hanta and prompt 10? including some spanish being spoken by him if you would 🙏🏽

authors note - i didn’t use much spanish, but i tried to include it wherever i could!!

here’s the valentine’s day event, there’s still prompts available!! ⊹. warnings - nsfw content

you hated your bestfriend. you hated him so much, you hated how perfectly his hair would set, you hated the fact he bagged every single girl he wanted. you hated his ego, it drove you mad, it drove you up the wall. 

“your ego is bigger than your dick sero!” you shoved him out of your way, as he leaned against the doorframe of the restaurant’s bathroom, you hated the fact he was so strong that you couldn’t move him. “i can guarantee you, my dick is way bigger than my ego mí chica” you scoffed at his cockiness “this is the shit i’m talking about, you’re so fuckin-“

sero cut you off as he backed you up against the wall, “fucking what?” he tapped your cheek with his fingers, lightly. “fuckin full of yourself! that’s what!” you screamed into his face, “pipe down mami, you sexually frustrated or something” you pushed him out of the way, about to dart before he noticed the soft strawberry pink blush that rose amongst the apples of your cheeks, “you wish!” you huffed, sero grabbed your arm, yanking you back in front of him, pinning your hands above your head, his lips brushed yours as he looked you up and down, eyes attentively scanning your face as your chest heaved with each deep breath “can help ya with that, jus sayin’” he chuckled watching you look at him with pure disgust, “keep frontin’ nena, i’m not lettin’ you go til you admit ya want me” 

you were gonna be here all day. 

you’d rather die than admit it, your bestfriend couldn’t know youd found him attractive since your highschool days, it would just boost his ego, you didn’t need that. HE didn’t need that. 

minutes went by, as sero held you to defeat. you couldn’t move, he was stronger than you. “what?! you want me to admit i got a fat crush on you?” you scoffed as you tried to wiggle out of his grip, “somethin’ like that” “fuck you sero hanta, i don’t know what i fuckin’ see in your egoistic ass” sero turned to look at you, dead in the eye “say that again:..” you scoffed, “for what? to make fun of me!?” sero shook his head, “you..like me?” he gave you a shit-eating-grin as he tilted his head at you, “awww look at you, blushinggg” “fuc-“ sero caught you off with a deep kiss, “lets go home hm?” you looked at him with low-lidded eyes, drunk for more. 

the two of you sat in the front of his truck, too impatient to go home, he resorted to fucking with you right outside the restaurant you two were supposed to ‘eat’ at

“wonder how many more times i can make you cum” you groaned impatiently as you rode his clothed thigh, coming once again. “stop this hanta-need you to fuck me-“ he’s done everything but stuff himself inside you by now, and you were growing impatient.

“for someone who hates my guts so much, you really do want me to fuck you huh?”  “do you have to be such a cunt about everything?”” 

“i like it when you’re feisty, makes me wanna fuck you rough” sero leaned back into the passenger seat, and you couldn’t thank the universe enough that you got to see this blessed site. he looked so fucking good, manspreading while you sat on his thigh, watching him attentively. “get in the back.” he demanded, sero was determined to fuck you so good, you’d come running back within a week, wanting his cock inside you again, missing the feeling, begging him to fuck you. sero took a seat in the back, placing you on his lap, the both of your clothes off as he admired every inch of you. “hiding all of this from me, right under my nose”

he gripped your chin, “gonna fuck you so good bebé” without a warning, you sat on his dick “you motherfu-!” sero groaned at the immeasurable amount of pleasure he felt, it felt like you were ripping him a new dick, you slowed down to catch for breath, sero took the opportunity to take control, pistoninf hips into you,

he chuckled as he watched your eyes rolled back, “ah-“ you repeatedly moaned, as your hands gripped onto the drivers seat to keep yourself upfront, your vision blurred with pleasure, the familiar knot in your stomach was ready to recoil at any moment,

“fuck!”

“come for me princesa”

these nicknames were gonna be the death of you, they were enough to make you cum, alone without being touched. you watched him with tired eyes, stare into your soul as his cum shot into you, sero grinned as he caressed your cheek, you fell ontop of him, lulling into a deep sleep. 

“you’re mine, i hope you understand that” 

you hated sero. 

or did you? 

[petersasteria]

No Way - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x Fem!Reader Summary: He wants a divorce

A/N: Thank you all so much for showing love to my first GD fic! As requested, part 2 is in the works! For the meantime, here's another GD fic. Lmk if you want to be in my GD taglist <3

my other gd fic

"I want a divorce."

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, your heart sank and your jaw dropped. After 6 years of marriage and one daughter together, you'd think he'd be satisfied. Alas, you were wrong.

You stared at him, gobsmacked by the audacity he had to ask that of you. What surprised you was his nonchalance.

You were quietly reading a novel in your living room when he said that. You just brought your daughter to school, finished your household chores, and you just baked a nice batch of chocolate chip cookies, letting it cool down in the kitchen. As you turned your page to the next chapter of your book, you heard the footsteps of your husband emerging from your shared bedroom.

You looked up with a soft smile on your face, taking in his features. Ji-yong has always been really handsome. You looked at him from head to toe. His hair was tousled the right way, his skin was smooth, his feet were clad in fuzzy socks protecting them from the cold floor, and his pajama set was very cute on him. His face, although tired-looking, still held such an effect on you. He looked dangerous, but innocent at the same time.

Just as you were admiring him, he said those words.

"I want a divorce."

"Why?" was all you said. You didn't understand. Everything was going swell.

He looked at you with no remorse and shrugged, "Found someone else. I realized she was more interesting than you, more attractive too. You changed when we had our daughter."

You scoffed in disbelief and shook your head. You were speechless. You stared at each other for a moment before you stood up and walked to the kitchen. He followed behind you.

"So? Are we finalizing things or what?" He asked, clearly wanting to pester you about the divorce. "I've spoken to my lawyer already. It shouldn't be complicated if you cooperate-"

You cut him off as you put the cookies you baked in your daughter's cookie jar, "We're not finalizing shit until I say so. You're the one who pestered me about this, so we're not doing anything until I give a go signal, Kwon Ji-yong."

"You say you've spoken to a lawyer? Good for you, but I don't give a shit. You can't just end our marriage after meeting someone new."

"Yes, I can. I'm your husband."

"And I'm your WIFE, Ji-yong."

You looked at each other intently. He was honestly surprised that you didn't back down easily. He was so used to getting what he wanted from you that it surprised him that he didn't get his way this time.

"I need space. You can stay in your office. I'll stay out here and clear my mind." You said curtly, before moving past him, shoving his shoulder as you made your way back to your comfy position on the couch. He stumbled back a little bit and chuckled to himself in frustration. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the cookie jar you just filled up. He grabbed it and was about to open it when you shouted, "Don't even think about it, Kwon Ji-yong!"

"How do you even know what I'm about to do?!" He shouted back as he carefully put the glass cookie jar back in its place.

"I'm your wife, stupid." You looked back at him as you picked your book up. "And I know you so well that's why it saddens me that you want to replace me with someone who doesn't know you at all."

The house was silent by the time your daughter came back from school. You weren't in the right mental and emotional state to pick up your daughter, so you kindly asked Daesung to pick her up before you walked out of your apartment to buy dinner, not wanting to cook anymore.

By the time you got home, Ji-yong, Daesung, and your daughter were in the living room. You looked at them from afar and smiled. Your daughter was performing a new dance she learned at school as Daesung and Ji-yong cheered for her.

"Eomma!" your daughter grinned as she ran towards you to give you a tight hug. If there was one thing right in your marriage, it was when you had your daughter. You kissed the top of her head and told her to watch tv in the living room. You didn't want her to see all the pettiness and drama.

Daesung smiled and said, "Hi, Y/N! Where've you been?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, where've you been?" Ji-yong smiled sweetly at you as he got up from his seat to give you a kiss on the lips. If he hadn't told you about the divorce, you'd believe this act of sweetness. Now, you knew he was just doing it to make you agree with the divorce.

"I went out and bought us dinner. I didn't feel like cooking." You shrugged and placed the food down on the dining table.

"Honey, you should've told me and I would've cooked." Ji-yong said in fake concern, quickly helping you setup.

Daesung got up from his seat and stared at both of you. "You guys are couple goals." He said lovingly. "It's really nice to see a couple who're still very much in love and involved."

"In love and involved?" Ji-yong asked.

Daesung nodded. "Yeah. You can't be involved without being in love and you can't be in love without being involved. They go hand in hand. Like how you're involved in helping Y/N set up the table. You wouldn't do that if you're not in love with her."

You knew it was casual, but you looked at Ji-yong and he just looked down and continued to help. "Um, let's eat!" You called.

After dinner, Daesung helped Ji-yong clean up as you got your daughter ready for bed. After tucking her in, Daesung left, leaving you and Ji-yong alone.

"I'll get ready for bed." You quietly said. He nodded and said, "I'll be in my office."

As you sat down on your shared bed, everything dawned on you. Kwon Ji-yong wasn't a perfect partner. He had many lapses, yet you chose to stay because your love for him waived off every shitty thing he did. You loved him and he's not going to make you go away easily.

With rage bubbling inside you, you stood up and marched to his office down the hall. You barged in and saw him FaceTiming with that girl he was going to replace you with. He was surprised to see you, to say the least. You closed the door behind you, marched towards him, ended the FaceTime, blocked and deleted her contact, and turned off the phone.

"What the fuck, Y/N?!" He shrieked.

"The answer is no. I don't want a divorce and we will never have one." You said calmly.

"Ji-yong, we've been together for a total of 12 years. 6 years as a couple and 6 years as husband and wife. You can't push me away that easily. In all our years together, I have been nothing but calm and collected despite all the things you did behind my back."

"You think I don't know everything you did? Late night calls? Late night texts? Coming home late? Coming home smelling like some other woman's cheap perfume? I'm not stupid. I know everything. I could've told the press, your family, your bandmates, and your agency, but I didn't. I have respect for you as a husband, Ji-yong. I'm just upset that you don't have respect for me."

"I-"

"No, you don't get to talk right now, Kwon." You snapped at him. "I've put up with your shit for 12 years and it's your time to listen to what I have to say. You never gave me a chance to speak, anyway."

"You actually think I'm crazy enough to allow you to leave me for some girl you met at a bar? That's not happening. No way. You seem to lack respect for me after giving you a daughter that you've always wanted. You can't just have a daughter and treat her mother like shit. You think you have the upper hand? You're wrong. I do. You think our daughter will stay with you after this whole debacle if I choose to push through with it? Absolutely not because you won't ever see her again."

"You think you'll win the divorce? On what grounds, hm? With our situation, it looks like you have the short end of the stick, honey. You'll lose this luxury apartment, you lose a lot of hard-earned money, you'll lose your fanbase, you'll lose the status you worked ever-so hard for, and you'll lose your family."

"What makes you so confident that you'll win, Y/N?"

You smirked, "I know all about those girls from years ago until now. One of them's from Jeju, one from Gangnam, three from Busan, and your current one is from Sejong, right? I know more than you think, Ji-yong. Don't ever underestimate me. I also know about the secret phone in your car. You even used your credit card to buy your new side piece new jewelry for Valentine's Day. Mind you, I got nothing. If anything, I should be divorcing you, but I choose not to because I don't want to ruin our family dynamic and despite what you think, I know deep down you still love me. You're just having a mid-life crisis."

"Now, the floor is yours." You said to him. You looked at him intently in the eyes and kneeled down in front of him as you grabbed both of his hands. "I'm on my knees now, so please tell me what you think I did wrong to deserve the divorce you're serving me."

"Before you say anything, let me remind you that I've been humble, loyal, I know the right time to speak and not speak, I swallow my pride when I'm wrong, I never manipulated you to get my way, I gave you everything you wanted from me, I never gave you an emotional heartache, I never hurt you mentally and physically. Ji-yong, I'm being reasonable here because I know I was, I am, and will always be a stand-up wife and partner you can count on and I know I have never let you down."

"If you can tell me a single thing I've done to cause you such intense harm, then I'll go." You finished.

Ji-yong was stunned. He didn't know what to say at all. You were right about everything, after all. He was just too full of pride to admit. it. He stayed quiet.

"What? Cat got your tongue? You've got nothing to say? Nothing that you can think of?" You chuckled lightly before standing up and letting go of his hands.

"I'm not going away, Ji-yong. If you think you can get rid of me easily, you're mistaken. You chose me to be your wife and I know you chose me for a reason. I meant what I said in our vows. Now, it's time for you to stop pretending you hate my guts enough to leave me and it's time for you to step-up and be a man of his word."

You walked towards the door and stopped before saying, "If you're ready to stop with this divorce nonsense, I'll be in our bed welcoming you with open arms, ready to forget about this and move on. If you wish, I'd happily go to marriage counseling, but I will not stand for a divorce, especially if there's no solid ground for you to work against me. Good night, Kwon Ji-yong."

-

A/N: I hope you all liked it!

[luvvictoria]

The chaotic Valentine

+ pairings. johnny "soap" macavish x f!reader

+ tags. romance, comedy, soap.

+ summary. Soap planned the perfect Valentine’s evening—romantic dinner, flowers, and a cozy night together—but everything spectacularly fell apart.

Soap had a plan.

And, in theory, it was a damn good plan.

Cook a nice dinner, surprise you with flowers, maybe even put on some music—something smooth, something that would make you melt right into his arms. He’d sweep you off your feet, have you looking at him all starry-eyed, and by the end of the night, well… he had plans for that, too.

Except, well. Things didn’t exactly go that way.

It started with the dinner.

Soap wasn’t a terrible cook. He could handle the basics—fry an egg, toast some bread, maybe even throw together a decent meal when the occasion called for it. But tonight, his luck had run out. And it had run far.

The steak? Burnt to a crisp. Not just a little overdone—no, this thing looked like it had been recovered from a house fire. It was blackened through, a tragic husk of what once could have been a beautiful, medium-rare masterpiece. The potatoes? Somehow both undercooked and charred, as if defying the very laws of cooking. And the sauce—well, the less said about the sauce, the better. It had started as a creamy garlic butter reduction and ended up as something resembling hot tar.

Then came the fire alarm.

Smoke curled from the pan in thick, ominous tendrils, slithering up to the ceiling with malicious intent. The smoke detector, sensing an emergency (which, to be fair, it wasn’t wrong), shrieked to life like a banshee.

"Shite—hold on, love, I got it!" Soap yelped, grabbing a dish towel and frantically waving it at the alarm like a man possessed. His other hand flailed toward the stove, turning off burners at random as if that might somehow undo the disaster he had just orchestrated.

You stood in the doorway, wide-eyed, watching the chaos unfold.

And then, despite yourself, you laughed.

It started as a small chuckle, but the sight of Soap—his face smudged with something suspiciously dark, his hair slightly singed at the ends, wildly swinging a dish towel as if he were fending off a swarm of bees—was too much. You doubled over, giggles wracking your body as tears pricked your eyes.

"Johnny," you choked out between gasps for air, "please tell me that’s not our dinner.”

He shot you a look, somewhere between defeated and desperate. "...Might’ve gone a bit wrong."

You tried—really, really tried—to keep a straight face, but the combination of the smoke still lingering in the air, the fire alarm’s dying beeps, and Soap’s entire existence in this moment had you biting down a laugh.

And then came the flowers.

A bouquet, hastily pulled from behind his back, slightly crumpled from what was probably an ill-advised last-minute grab at the store. They were lovely, truly, except… well.

They were lilies. The funeral kind.

You raised an eyebrow, inspecting them with barely concealed amusement. "You do know these symbolize mourning, right?"

Soap blinked. "What? No, they—" He frowned, looking down at the petals as if they had personally betrayed him. "Aw, bollocks."

The sheer defeat in his voice sent you over the edge. You snorted, barely stifling your laughter as you took the flowers anyway. "It’s the thought that counts, Johnny."

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Yeah, well, my thoughts can piss right off tonight."

At this point, it should have been clear that fate had it out for him, but the universe wasn’t quite done yet.

Somewhere between trying to salvage the mood with soft music (which, of course, refused to play properly, stuttering between static and some godforsaken remix of ‘Careless Whisper’), and him tripping over his own feet when he went to grab a drink, the night took another unexpected turn.

One moment, you were teasing him, his ears red from a mix of frustration and embarrassment. The next, you were outside—bundled in his jacket, your boots crunching in the fresh layer of snow.

"Alright, alright, laugh it up, sweets," he grumbled, watching as you doubled over, clutching your stomach from sheer amusement. "Glad I could be your entertainment for the evening."

"Oh, Johnny," you gasped between giggles, "I love you, but this might be the worst date in history."

"Oof," he clutched his chest, mock-wounded. "Right through the heart, that one."

"You’ll live."

"Aye, but will you?"

You barely had a second to register the challenge in his voice before a solid snowball smacked against your shoulder.

"Soap!" you shrieked, whipping around to see him grinning like an absolute menace.

"That’s what you get for slandering my efforts!"

Oh, it was on.

Without hesitation, you bent down, grabbing a handful of snow and launching it straight at his chest. It hit dead center, sending little flakes scattering across his hoodie.

"Oh, you cheeky—"

Before you could react, Soap lunged, tackling you straight into the snow. A squeal escaped you as the world tilted, cold powder flying up around you as he rolled you beneath him.

The impact wasn’t harsh, cushioned by the fresh snowfall, but it still knocked the breath from your lungs. You gasped, blinking up at him as he hovered over you, his weight pressing you into the ground.

His breath came out in soft, misty puffs against the crisp night air. His blue eyes, always so full of mischief, gleamed as they roamed over your face, his grin still lingering—but softer now, tinged with something else.

Warmth, affection… hunger.

Your chest rose and fell beneath him, and you huffed out a breathless laugh. "Alright, I surrender. You win."

But Soap didn’t move.

He just looked at you—really looked at you. The teasing melted away, something deeper settling into the space between you. His hands, still warm despite the cold, slid up your sides, his thumbs grazing over your ribs, slow and deliberate.

"Maybe," he murmured, voice rough. "But I still think I owe you, sweets."

The air shifted.

The playfulness was still there, lingering beneath the surface, but it had taken on a different edge—something heavier, something that sent warmth curling low in your stomach despite the icy ground beneath you.

His fingers traced higher, over the fabric of your sweater, over the dip of your waist, as he leaned down, his nose brushing yours. You could feel his warmth, his presence everywhere.

"Johnny…"

"Shh," he murmured, lips ghosting over yours, just barely there. "Let me make it up to you, aye?"

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down, his lips grazing yours—featherlight, teasing—before sinking into a kiss that stole the breath straight from your lungs. His weight pressed into you, solid and burning, even as the snow beneath you bit into your skin. His hands roamed, leaving trails of warmth where his fingers slipped beneath layers of fabric, tracing, teasing, claiming.

You shivered, not from the cold, but from the way his lips ghosted over your jaw, down the slope of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"You’re freezing," you whispered, barely able to get the words out as a full-body shudder overtook you.

Soap hummed, the sound reverberating against your throat. "Aye, well." His voice was a low, wicked murmur, laced with something that sent heat pooling in your stomach. "Guess we’ll just have to warm up, won’t we?"

And warm up you did.

By the time you made it back inside, your cheeks were flushed, your breath coming in ragged little gasps, and Soap—Soap had that grin. That devastating, up-to-no-good, you’re-in-for-it-now grin.

You barely had a second to regain your bearings before he was on you—tangling you up with him on the couch, hands greedy, mouth eager, his body slotting against yours like he was made to fit there. His fingers skimmed under your sweater, slow but insistent, drawing out every little reaction like he had all night to unravel you.

"Still think this night was a disaster?" he murmured, lips brushing over your skin between kisses, his voice edged with laughter, with promise.

You barely had the breath to answer—not when his hands were pressing, coaxing, burning—but as you clutched at him, your laughter tangled between stolen kisses, the answer was obvious.

Not in a million years.

[ask-nurse-curly]

as stated in the updated pinned post, we are diverging from the canon roleswap timeline starting nnnnnnnow :) ask boxes are open again!

[ Transcript under the cut ]

Hey Curly, I just wanted to check in with you. Things have been a little weird recently with this nearby satellite..

Are you doing okay?

Hey Captain!

Funny business, isn't it? I don't think we've ever had anything like this happen before.

It's okay, though. Sometimes I kind of want to follow Daisuke's example, but most people are nice.

What about you, everything alright on your end?

Me too, there's just so much going on at all times, haha.

Everything is mostly alright. I've got nice people, but some of them.. They're just getting under my skin. I should probably put the phone down.

How bad is it? My worst has been spam messages, mostly. Did you know the Halcyon colonies are reopening admission?

Makes you wonder why they need new people so soon after launch.

Oh yeah! I don't think I'm going to take their offer, I'm pretty content with Earth.

As for the messages.. I don't know. Some of them are just.. Mean, I guess. I don't want you to worry about it, I can handle it, it's just frustrating.

Have you gotten any fun messages though? I got one not that long ago asking about how I felt being a pilot, it was a nice question.

'Mean'? I'm sure you know that sounds worrisome. Are you okay?

Ah, I can't even remember all of them! There is this Martian scientist who gave me the scoop of planetary warfare amongst their kind, someone who is very intent on educating me about possums, and I even reconnected with someone from my med school years, that was pretty wild. Also someone from an actual gunship patched into our frequency, apparently their surname is the same as yours? Do you know a Hideo?

I'm really fine, if I couldn't handle a few weirdos, I wouldn't be on this ship lol

But.. That's very interesting. I don't know if I have any familiar faces on my end, so consider me jealous of you. I can't say that I know a Hideo? Should I?

Now who are you calling a weirdo? :-)

I don't know if you should! If it's a coincidence then certainly an amusing one, guess Musumes are just made to be captains. :-)

Maybe so.. I'll have to start a club then, Captain Musume club.

And I would NEVER call you a weirdo, Nurse Curly, never ever......

Uh huh. I believe you.

:-)

What is weird is just...how much some of these people seem to know. I wonder if our phones were hacked into somehow? Do you think I should be worried about my Meeboo subscription at this rate?

I feel like I should be more shocked but with how much of our data gets sold off and leaked on a daily basis, I can't find myself to be horrified.

You should definitely worry about your Meeboo subscription though.

...Fair point.

Well, if my streaming services are what takes the brunt of exposure, I suppose I could live with that.

Do you think that's how they found out about your nurses calendar? If that's even a real thing.. Did you ever model for a nursing calendar? Lol

Haha!

No, god no. I could never. Can you imagine me in a pin-up calendar? That would be bonkers.

No, I was just joking. I guess the very nature of their, uh, request was too much for my English sensibilities, so I turned to my trusty defence mechanism honed by generations of haughty stuck-ups.

...How did you know about that?

Well we certainly love a modest king..

I was told about it by one of the messages I got, I didn't know if it was true or not but I guess my curiosity was piqued. Sorry, it was inappropriate to ask.

Oh god, are they still harassing you about me? I'm so sorry.

They are strangely...invested.

I hope it's not too much of a bother. And I doubly hope they cease soon.

I don't mind too terribly, I just feel bad talking about you when you're unaware. I certainly try to keep my answers vague so that I can maintain your privacy.

Truly, I don't know if I should be offended or relieved they ask me more about you than they do myself, haha!

I'd go for relieved! Or perhaps even flattered. They seem to think highly of your captaining skills. :-)

They do! I'm not sure how they know about THAT information, but I'll take what I can get!

I can't say i blame them, it's pretty obvious!

I mean

Crew ratings should be public access, right? Based on delivery reviews and stuff. Or could be if they weren't and got leaked too.

I definitely don't doubt that...

I don't know, they seem fairly invested in my love life as well. Which goes beyond the scope of simple work appraisal. I've been asked if I'm single, who my type is. I felt like I was filling out a dating application lol

Haha, funny that

You could lean into that too, if you wanted to, let them do all the legwork. It's worse than the Wild West on those apps sometimes.

I'm not trying to find someone through texting strangers, besides, it seems they already have my ideal love interest picked out for me. They're trying to cause trouble is what they're doing.

And how do you even know what those apps are like? Isn't that like.. Cheating for you?

Oh shoot. Er

It would be! It totally would be if. If I were still in a relationship.

Which I'm not. For the record.

In any case, not that I prowl those apps much, it's not really uh, worth it for me.

What? Since when are you not??

You were just talking about Marie before we took off. Unless.. Did you break up when we got service...?

Yeah, haha, turns out it's not always great when familiar faces text you, right?

But yeah, she... It's not easy, I guess, dating someone who isn't there for half a year at a time at least, you know?

It was kind of a long time coming, so. She just was the braver one out of the two of us to cut the cord.

Sorry, didn't mean to be a downer. It really is okay though. We're good, and. I think I've kind of went through the stages of grief back when we were still earthside.

So. Not a big deal.

I'm so sorry, Curly :( I wish you would've told me. I'm still here if you need to talk, okay? Breaking up sucks, even if you see it coming.

Oh no, I promise it's okay! It really, really is

I'm okay, it's not a big deal.

I mean, it would be, it

But it's not like

I didn't really

She maybe...didn't really...exist?

Curly what are you saying right now

I am a fool is what I'm saying :-(

I'm so sorry.

Any chance we could pretend I never said anything?

How are we supposed to do that? I don't even know what to say.

Why would you lie about that?

...Could we talk?

I mean, in person.

I'll explain everything, just

I'm afraid of how much of this might get exposed.

Please.

Yeah

Are you in the medbay? I'm on my way.

Yes.

Thank you.

[jaegahh]

plsss make mikasa headcannons 🙏🙏👨‍🍼🤾‍♂️🗑️

GIRLFRIEND MIKASA HEADCANONS ᯓᡣ𐭩

content: sfw, female! Reader, fluff, bit of smoking mentioned <3

Mikasa’s strong. Like, really, really strong. She’s effortlessly able to pick you up. The ease of doing so always leads to her swooping you up in her arms when you’re too tired to walk up the stairs of your shared loft. She adores how soft you look in her arms.

Mika’s obsessed with your cooking. OBSESSED. Coming home to a warm plate of food you fixed for her after a long hour at the gym is like coming home to heaven. She’ll definitely make sure you know it, too.

Also because she can’t cook to save her life.

She’s definitely the type to be up at the ass crack of dawn. I’m talking 5:30 am, going on a morning jog, heading to the gym, working on something hands-on.. or sometimes just for the sake of being up. She always makes sure to give you a kiss before she leaves, of course.

Her phone is filled with pictures of you. All 1,209 of ‘em. Her lock screen is her favorite one, where you’re smiling and so beautiful in the pretty beach dress you wore when she first asked to be your girlfriend. It was your senior year of high school, and ever since then you two have been inseparable.

You’ll say something about a new TikTok challenge or a new meme you found while scrolling on Instagram and she’ll nod at you without a clue. She’s a bit behind on pop culture references and things like that :(.. Probably because she’s always off doing something productive.

She’s big on games— especially storymodes, though she doesn’t mind the occasional online multiplayer ones. Any free time she’s got is gonna be spent on her PC playing video games. Usually Red Dead Redemption 2, The Last of Us, Life is Strange.. sometimes Fortnite (she’s definitely a chapter 1 season 1 player don’t play w herr). Every once in a while she’ll force you to play something together. Scary games in particular. God, she loves making you play horror games.

“Im scared! Miki where did that thing go? It was just—,” suddenly, the monster jump-scares you and you’re screaming— almost falling off your girlfriend’s chair. You stare at the screen with a pounding heart and furrowed eyebrows, noting the ‘respawn’ button as you were killed for the millionth time now. You huff in frustration.

“Bye! I am not playing this game no more.” You turn to face Mikasa, when you see her laughing.

You cross your arms. “What’s so funny!?” Mika tries to stop giggling, but the cheeky pout on your face only makes her laugh even harder.

“‘M sorry, you’re just too cute. We can play that roblox game now if you want.” Mikasa giggles, as she exits off the game for you. Pressing a sweet peck to your nape, she gestures for you to flip your position on her lap. Now straddling her waist, you sigh with relief as she rubs soft circles onto your back, thankful that horror is over.

With a calmer heart, you turn to log into your account on the computer. “Let’s play Dress to Impress?”

Giving your cheek a little kiss, she whispers, “Whatever you want, baby.”

She’s very easily flustered. You would tell her she looks pretty and she’s already turning red. It’s adorable how bashful she gets 😭

She’s very, very, veryyy protective. Sometimes even too much. Always has you plastered to her, with an arm around your waist or a possessive hand around your hip. She never leaves you out of sight, even if its a quick grocery run or a shopping day at the mall— you’ll be right in front of her, and she’ll be right behind you. She always has a glowering look on her face, and if her overwhelming body language didn’t scare away lingering stares, then the threatening look on her face sure did. She’d never want anything to happen to her precious girl :(

That also applies to her doing absolutely everything for you. Carrying a bag? She’s got it. Need to run a quick errand? Don’t worry, she’s already grabbed the keys. Too tired to walk up the stairs? She’ll carry you. Heading to book an appointment for a massage? Like hell she’s letting someone touch you. She’ll have the 5-star experience at home.

Her physique is sooo delicious. She’s got strong arms, toned legs, defined abs.. she’s just so fit. Always sends you pictures of her at the gym, all sweaty and pretty for you.

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently caressing your back.. she lovess to feel you relax in her touch. Really, it’s cause she loves to always have her hands on you. You’re just too gorgeous.

Loves back hugs. There’s just something so sweet about being able to hold you so tenderly, pressing warm kisses to your neck. Definitely her favorite type of hug.

Has to have you sat on her lap. There’s just no other way. When you watch movies together, play video games, when you’re having a quick smoke sesh, when you’re kissing— she’s always gonna have you pulled right onto her. She loves seeing you sat so prettily on top of her

LOVES when you get a new set of nails. Bonus points if they’re long, charmed ones. They feel so good when they’re wrapped around her pretty neck when your making out.

Kissing you is her favorite thing; if it’s on your lips, on your cheekbone, on the spot right in between your eyebrows, anywhere on your body— but she especially loves to kiss your neck. Always before going to sleep, she’ll make sure to snuggle up real close and litter you with kisses all over your face and neck before letting you rest. she just loves you too much

Mika always makes you feel loved. Whether that’s through sweet gifts she spoils you with, thoughtful gestures, passionate kisses, or loving words. She’s just perfect.

A/N: HI BABIES!!! I apologize for the fat text coming up. it’s been one hell of a 2 years. this was just rotting up in my drafts, along with countless other works i haven’t had the time nor motivation to finish. so so sorry for the late response nonnie. this isn’t proofread, and unfortunately isn’t too organized either. the writing and characterization might also suck.. as it’s been quiteee a long time 😅. also, i didn’t use the “Girlfriend!Mikasa who (..)” start.. but i think i might for other works in the future?? would you like that? lmk! I feel like tumblr has moved on from the usual bullet point nd dump haha. sorry again sweetheart! hope this was alright for uuu <3 i will try my hardest to be more active for u guys soon!! MWA💋💋

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Name in Your Mouth

The studio air was thick with smoke and frustration. Marshall paced back and forth, jaw clenched, the paper in his hand crumpling as his grip tightened. He couldn’t believe the nerve of this kid—some no-name rapper trying to make a career off throwing dirt on his name.

But that wasn’t what got him. No, it was the line about her.

His wife. The one thing in his life that wasn’t a game, wasn’t for public consumption. This punk thought he could mention her like that and get away with it?

Nah.

Within hours, the diss track was recorded, mixed, and sent out like a missile aimed straight for the up-and-comer’s career. He didn’t hold back—every bar cut deep, every syllable laced with venom. By the time he left the studio, he felt lighter, like he had exorcised something ugly from his system.

The drive home was quiet, just the hum of the engine and his own lingering adrenaline. But as soon as he stepped inside and heard the faint clinking of dishes in the kitchen, everything in him softened.

There she was, standing at the sink, humming to herself, her hips swaying slightly to a song only she could hear.

All the anger, the fight, the fire—it all melted away.

Wordlessly, he stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. His head dipped down, pressing into the crook of her neck, lips brushing against her skin in slow, lingering kisses.

She let out a soft laugh, still scrubbing a plate. “Well, hello to you too.”

Marshall just sighed against her skin, his grip tightening. “I hate when they talk about you,” he muttered, voice rough but quiet.

She stilled, setting the plate down before turning in his arms, her hands coming up to cup his face. “You know it doesn’t bother me, right?”

“It bothers me.” His blue eyes were still dark, but there was something softer underneath. “I don’t like people thinking they can say whatever they want about you just to get at me.”

She smiled, running her fingers through his short hair. “And what did you do about it?”

A smirk finally tugged at his lips. “Ended his career.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling too. “Of course you did.”

He leaned in again, kissing her deeper this time, slow and lingering. He didn’t need words right now. Just this. Just her.

[izgnanik-a]

MerMay GhostSoap 7

// MDNI // read at your own risk

For the following days, Johnny kept on high alert whenever he planned on visiting the wet fishman. Of course his bags were searched upon entry for metallic items, and everything had gone smoothly. His choice of canned sea delicacies were scrutinized every time.

This day had been octopus again, a beloved favorite. Coming in early with the idea to get new sketches of the fish, he entered the doors to an unusual brightness.

He realized that the tank was near empty.

His heart did somersaults as he rushed in, seeing hardly enough water to cover the fishman within if he wasn’t on his belly. Johnny pressed his palms into the glass, eyes searching, and finishing nothing in sight.

But Kyle stood above inside the room. Eyes fixed on Johnny.

Johnny corrected his shock with friendliness, giving a wave.

Kyle, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the tank filling slowly, flicked a nonchalant hand up. His gaze was indifferent, maybe even cold.

Johnny set his things down, pointing towards the door he’d come through. With a quick jog, he slipped through the doors, nodding to the guard who couldn’t care for him. Down the hall and into the main boiler room with the controls for water, he came up the stairs to the chalked door.

Kyle looked over his shoulder at him as he stood in the open door.

“How’s it going?” Johnny flashed a smile, taking a stand beside him.

“Did you usually blatantly ignore rules at your other job or it is just that you can’t read?” His tone was airy, but Johnny didn’t know if it was to soften the comment or hide his frustration.

Johnny smiled, sitting on the damp edge of the pool. “Ah, come on, Kyle. You know how boring it is to sit in a room all day with no windows or interactions with other people.”

“You signed up knowing that it’s the night shift.”

“Security means other people. I’m all alone in this room.” Johnny looked into the dark water, the grate pouring in gallons of water underneath him. His eyes searched for movement but all he could see were ripples of water from the current.

He noticed a ladder ingrained into the solid wall to the far left, closest to the glass. Not quite up to the half wall, but a stretch.

“The boss finds out you’re here, he’ll rip me a new one.” Kyle stated.

Johnny looked back at him with a smile. “Good thing I won’t tell him a thing.” He zipped his lips. “Say, I’ve noticed,” Johnny pointed to the camera in the corner, “that camera’s faulty. It goes out all the time.”

“I’ll tell the boss then.”

Johnny stared at him. There was a thing about people, a tell. Whether it be poker or a lie detector test, everyone had something that made them fold, a twitch, a tone, a sound.

Kyle’s was simple; his eyes.

He looked down at the tank, only after steadying on his feet and fixing his arms a little tighter around himself.

Johnny picked at his nails. “I’m watching something that shouldn’t be in the public eye, aren’t I?”

Kyle’s eyes shifted on him, defensiveness turned fear.

Johnny met his gaze firmly.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your mind off stupid things.” Kyle stated.

Johnny tilted his head. “I’ve got a knack for making a mess.” He pointed at the camera again. “That camera’s faulty because you’re cleaning the tank. The filter is too loud.” He pointed downward, “And whatever they’ve got in this tank doesn’t like the noise.”

Kyle looked like a hare ready to skid off at the first sight of danger. He was frozen, watching for movement in Johnny’s body.

Only the sound of the water rushing down from the covered pipe kept between them.

“What’s in the tank, Kyle? And why does the general have it?”

Kyle shook his head softly, almost minute.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell. It dies with me in this room.”

“Shepherd doesn’t play with his enemies.”

“I’m not an enemy. Just a civilian who wants to know if I need to leave to keep my life. You understand that, right?”

Kyle’s eyes panned to the camera.

“It’s not working. I promise. It cuts back in when you leave this room every time.” Johnny said, folding his hands between his spread lap.

Kyle fixed his arms across himself. “I don’t know what’s in the tank. So you can’t use it against me. No one knows but Shepherd.”

“Have you seen anything inside of it? Don’t you ever wonder why it’s so dirty? Why you have to keep cleaning it?”

“Because it’s a tank, it’s an ecosystem. It gets dirty because there’s microorganisms in there.”

“And?”

“Nothing else.” His voice was peaking, cracking with nervousness.

“You’ve seen things in the tank. You’ve worked here for a long time.” Johnny stood.

“I keep to myself. Just like you should. It’s none of your business or mine to see what’s in this tank.” He pointed at Johnny.

“But you have. You’re not scared of Shepherd for no reason. You’ve seen what’s in the tank, that’s why.”

“What difference does it make!” Kyle yelled.

“Because I’ve seen it too.”

Kyle stared at Johnny, shaking his head before averting to the tank. He pointed, “That thing in there. It’s vicious. It harmed the previous maintenance crew, and I don’t want to be in here anymore than I have to.”

“Have you ever considered why? Why it does those things?”

“I don’t care—“

“It’s scared.” Johnny said. “It’s in a place it doesn’t belong in, with new things around it. Loud machines cleaning out the tank every week, hardly any scraps of food. It’s scared. Just like you are.”

Kyle shook his head. “You made a mistake coming here. Just do your job. Don’t talk to me about this again.”

Leaving through the door, Johnny stared into the filling tank and back to the door. Just a slip of the security room was in sight, soon flushed out by the deep water. If there was anything he could do, he would get the only other person to see and know more.

x

The tank was quiet for the rest of the shift. Though Johnny had tempted the fish with his wiggling fingers in the water, it didn’t surface like before. He opened his can and let the contents spill out inside and left with no new drawings.

The next day he’d hoped to catch sight of something but couldn’t.

He approached the following day. “Where are you, you bastard?” Johnny rolled his sleeves up, dipping his hands into the water. He slapped them against the stone wall, feeling the collective grime. “Lord only knows how this tank gets so dirty so quick.” He huffed.

Johnny pulled his hands out of the water, searching his bag for his can.

The water rippled.

Peeking up, Johnny leaned over the ledge to look into the water. “There you are.” Johnny stuck his hand into the water, patting the water. “Come here.”

With the flick of its tail above the surface, the fishman came close enough from Johnny to almost graze his fingertips along his wading body.

"Where have you been this whole time?" Johnny asked. "I've been looking for you for the last two days." He began cracking open the cans of whole mackerels. "These aren't cheap, you know?"

The fish trilled, much quieter than usual, but accepted the fish one by one.

"What's up with you?" Johnny furrowed his brows at the munching fishman. "Hm?" With half a mind, Johnny extended his hand outward towards the fishman. He'd didn't know his intention completely, but the soft huff of a breath at his fishy palm made him reel his hand back. "That was not safe." He laughed at himself. "Probably shouldn't do that when I've got fish in my hands."

The fishman, oblivious, continued accepting fish from Johnny's hands and soon clasped its forearms over the half wall to look at his lap where the can sat. Reaching out towards it sent Johnny into a short panic, but he watched as it plucked up a fish by a sharp, short talon and brought it within reach of its mouth.

Johnny scoffed sheepishly. "I don't know if I really like how comfortable you are. But I'll take it as a compliment that I'm still alive."

When the can was empty, the fishman discard it at the half-walls edge, and smacked it lips. It blinked its wide eyes up at him.

"I wish I knew more about you. Or something about you." Johnny sighed. "I wish you could talk. Wouldn't that be something?" Johnny smiled. "Fishman Discovered On Land. News articles will have my name all over it, I'd be out of a job. Probably for the rest of me life." He grimaced. "I don't know how you'd handle all the attention. You hate cameras and loud noises."

The fishman hummed, as if it were listening to his every word. Buoying up against the half-wall, tail splashing against the water's surface.

"I don't think I've ever told you my name." Johnny frowned. He pressed a hand to his chest. "My name is John MacTavish. You can call me Johnny."

The sound that vibrated through the fishman's chest sounded an awfully like the slope of Johnny. Much like a sigh, buried deep in it's throat. So much so that Johnny perked up.

"John-ny." He said again.

The fishman hummed again. Johnny.

Johnny shot up from his seat on the steps, hands going up in the air. The movement spooked the fishman but it returned immediately. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't- you said my name. Or- I think you did. Twice." He stuck his fingers up.

The fishman did the same.

Johnny laughed. "I need to be back on my medication. That's the only explanation. Right?" He knelt quickly, hands resting on the cement half-wall, oh so, close to the fish. "Say Johnny."

The fishman, like an excited pup, pushed its face into Johnny's. That recognizable sigh shuttered past its sharp, fishy teeth as it rubbed its wet cheek to Johnny's.

Johnny laughed, tucking his chin down to fend of the affections, pushing a hand up against its chest to brush it back. "Alright! Alright!"

He pulled himself back but a fishy claw snatched his collar to bring him back in. Johnny's hands pushed firmly against the cement half-wall. The only thing keeping him from being pulled over was his own strength. There was a sudden sense of panic crawling up his spine as it clenched his shirt, but it settled to press the side of its face to his chest.

There was a faint but heavy THUD THUD, THUD THUD, THUD THUD underneath Johnny's chest that the fish was suddenly so captured by. Pressing firmly into his sternum, the fishman rubbed its face into his body until it had found the loudest spot.

Johnny sat in frozen shock as it rested against his chest, its hand holding tight to the material of his shirt, dangling at his hip. It trilled, shoulders rising and falling like a content cat purring. Carefully, he brought his hand down on its shoulder. The flesh was wet, of course, but there was more to it. The texture was smooth, like scales, and every connecting layer of tissue was hard, as if it were simulating armor.

He followed between its assumed shoulder blades with gentle grazes, feeling its humanoid bones beneath and continuing down. The chunky scarring along its body was soft, its armor weakest at said point or completely exposed to damage unlike the rest of its body. He traced around the scar from its ribs down towards it hips where its tail started.

Its tail glowed in the water below as its lawnmower purring increased.

"If only I could show Kyle this." Johnny hummed.

The fish pressed against his chest a little firmer as he spoke, trying to listen to the soft thrumming of his heartbeat instead. It understood the concept of heartbeats, of course, it had one of its own. And so did it's mother before it, and it's father. Of course, it was a brief introduction before it was given the necessary understanding of how to live alone, but it knew these funny creatures enough.

The fish liked this particular, funny little creature that supplied all the delicacies to be eaten. He wasn't like the others it ever come across, all vicious and sharp teeth. His teeth were small, pearly, like lovely quartz pebbles that could be found on the sea floor. His eyes were reminiscent of lapis stones, or the bioluminescent moon jellyfish it would toy with, or the surface of the water when the sun would sit just above.

There was a faint memory of what that water looked like. It was nothing compared to the lights shining blindingly over the tank.

Johnny patted the fish's back softly, clasping its shoulders to push at it softly at first. "If I could spend all my time up here with you, I would." He sighed, "But if they find me up here, let alone this," Johnny didn't know what they would think.

They'd probably think he was fucking the fish.

He tried to wipe that thought from his mind. He patted its shoulders again. "Time to go."

The fish rubbed its cheek into his chest, settling closer.

Johnny put a hand at the back of its wet head, the other against its cheek before he was peeling his body back. "I have to go back. You'll still see me." He pushed a little firmer to unleash its hand from his side.

The fish's head turned against his palm, and before he could even render, the sharp teeth latched onto the web of his hand. It broke skin, drew blood, Johnny knew this because the pain shot up his arm as if he was stabbed in the ribs.

"FUCK." He shouted, the fish unlatched, and he shot up in panic. His back hit the chalked door as he clamped his bleeding hand tightly. Not only did the wound bleed, but it started to burn immediately. It felt like he'd shoved his hand right into a firepit, and despite free will, he was keeping it there.

Blood started dripping down his palm.

Johnny began to panic. What he thought was safe literally bit him back, and stared up at him with a curious gaze, eyes wide like a predator wondering why its bleeding prey was screaming. He yanked the door open, doing his best to keep the blood from dripping all over the floor.

There was no bandages he could use in this room, and if he left, they'd see it. They'd see the semi-circular bite mark on the top of his hand, then turn to see the bottom row of teeth leaving an imprint on his palm. He felt like vomiting, spiraling as he searched the security room, his lunch box, for napkins to blot the wound.

Blood clean from its mouth in the water, the fish stared at Johnny from behind the glass in curiosity as he stumbled to press down on his wounds. Why was he so frightened and loud? Why was he bleeding so much? Was his skin not tough like armor? Did he not like the love bite he was given? Was this part of the courting game they were playing?

Johnny grabbed his lunch box, moving for the door in panic with his hand tucked under his shirt.

The fish hurried to the glass, hands pressed up against the surface, hitting it as the sirens blaring overhead. Where was the funny creature going? Why did he take his belongings? Wouldn't he be there for a while longer?

Johnny looked at the fish as the door was opening. Sweat had formed at his brow, nausea becoming him.

It paused, hands flat, bubbles escaping as it trilled a silenced whistle. John-ny. John-ny. John-ny.

Johnny pushed through the opening doors.

The fish balled tight fists against the glass, hammering viciously as the doors were coming to a close. Siren screaming over the panicked currents. It dove up onto the concrete floors, fingers wedged between the door jam and door.

John-ny. John-ny. John-ny.

It jumped back into the water, glancing into the room as if he'd come back. He would come back, right? He was just playing a game, right? Creatures played games, like when the fishman would play with jellyfish, right?

The overhead lights began flickering as it got back on land, trying at the latched door. Why wasn't it opening? The funny creatures knew how to open the door, so why couldn't it? It yanked at the handle viciously, door groaning, and it gave a howl before storming back into the water.

John-ny. John-ny. John-ny.

The lights flickered, bursting overhead. The power going out meant the alarm system was dead, filtration system off. All electrical doors were locked.

The entire grid was in blackout.

And Johnny MacTavish was gone.

a/n: I absolutely had to put in some angst; what do you think is going to happen now?

next chapter coming soon!

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[iconoclast-infidels]

Every death was different. Samael could vouch for that. Still, Dmitry was right about one thing. Nico did not trust the process. He trusted that Dmitry had never had a death under contract before. He trusted Dmitry was naive to the cruelties the process liked to put him through. It didn't matter how many times Nico got knocked down in this world and kept standing back up he trusted the universe was a malevolent trickster that liked to stick its foot out just to see how hard a fall he could push himself up from. So, it wouldn't matter if everything about this death went according to plan, and all was right with the world and set back in motion by the end of it. Nico would trust a time would come the universe would try to shake up that pattern on them just to see how strong they were.

Nico had a long hard sleep after his walk through the veil. It felt like he was asleep for days when his eyes finally opened. That wouldn't be the case. While Dmitry was apparently feeling light and new the exhausted halfling felt heavy.

Something was off. The body his arms were around didn't have the warmth he knew and loved. He sat up startled to investigate.

"Oh God no." Panic swelled his eyes not because his lover was dead, but because he didn't know for how long. Death he expected. He just also expected to follow him. He cradled the corpse and placed it on the couch with the most tender of care. He kissed it's forehead and said, "I'll be back to put you in your final resting place. I promise." Then pulled a throw blanket over him to tuck him in.

Then he tried to focus. Oh goodness he tried. Like a video game his energy was still too depleted for a beginner like him to make such a leap. Traveling in the veil was one thing, a jump to actual Hell was another. He was a living being with humanity in his veins. It required him more energy than most.

He kept shaking his wrists and shaking his head trying to shake the anxiety out and relax to focus.

"I'm coming baby. I'm coming."

He would look so determined and that slowly turned to frustrated after a few failed attempts.

"Don't worry baby. I'm going to get this."

He blew out a long slow breath trying to center himself when a strange glow came from behind him.

He'd turn around and there Dmitry was with Lisbeth shiny and new.

Every pissed off bone in his body got more pissed off at himself for not managing his one job, his ONE job. All the while everything in his body also relaxed because obviously Dmitry was okay.

"You're back already."

"Was it bad? Are you okay? I fell asleep. I'm sorry. I feel asleep. I didn't mean to. I fucked up. I fucked up hardcore. Did it feel like days, months, years there? Oh shit. I fucked up."

No two deaths were the same. Dmitry had learned this by now. It was a little like dreaming, full of symbolism and unexpected happenings. It never ceased to surprise him.

As much as Nico had been adamant about wanting to be with Dmitry, he was glad the halfling was getting some much-needed rest. Unlike Nico, Dmitry trusted the process. He knew that everything would be okay. It didn't cross his mind to assume otherwise. Not ever.

Dmitry saw the familiar bright light and knew, instinctively, that he was not meant to follow it this time. Another day, perhaps. In the end. Not today. Not next time, either. It seemed promising, in the same way that saying farewell could be promising.

The little angel eyed the dark path knowing where it led. It was not really a place he wanted to be, but he had agreed to this. It was in the terms of the contract, and he'd willingly taken it upon himself to be bound by it; A willing sacrifice. He took Death's bony hand, holding on tightly. Calm as he was with the decision he'd made, he couldn't lie and say he had no fear. There was always fear, always. The trick was in accepting the fear and moving on anyway.

"I'm ready," he whispered with a nod, confirming that he understood Death's warning and that he knew it was better to just get on with it. He walked along the dark path with Sammy in friendship, until the Angel of Death and him had to part ways. Death was not meant to linger; he merely guided. They'd meet again another time. Dmitry gave him one last look, a way of thanking him, before continuing the journey alone.

Some time after, past the necessary stop in hell, past its necessary protocols and the enforcement of the contract, Dmitry's path led back into the veil. Like sunrise, darkness became less dense with every step, brighter and brighter, until he reached the boundary. He crossed, met first by Lisbeth —ever loyal— who waited peacefully right there for his return. He smiled at her, crouching down to scratch behind her ears and allow her to greet him in return. Then, with the feline satisfied, they walked together back home.

Dmitry yearned to be in his lover's arms once more.

[tortademaracuya]

cant finish drawing cant fix the code can the deadline adrenaline kick in already before i kms

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[jaycestaliss]

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