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hiiii!! so sorryyy idk if you take requests BUTT could you do headcannons of being in an argument with the aot characters?
š£ļø aot characters & arguments
characters involved: eren, armin, mikasa, connie, jean, sasha, reiner, annie, bertolt, erwin, levi & hange
notes: i do take requests indeed!! :3 i luv angst, i hope this is gdā”
ā§ eren jaeger - ļæ¼
okay, when you guys argue itās honestly more cute than anything because youāre both so protective of one another. neither of you wanted each other to join the scouts because it was so dangerous but, you both joined anyways obviously. oh my god, you guys non-stop bicker when thereās a mission! and donāt even get me started if you get put into different teamsš you start TWEAKINGG. after he finds out heās the attack titan, oh it gets 10x worse. his absolute biggest fear is losing control and hurting you - heās already so conflicted, confused & felt like an outcast. he definitely lashes out more and becomes snappier than usual but, it does come from a place of sincerity.
when this happens, you just leave it be. as soon as itās not just bickering anymore, when a voice is raised or an insult is made, you just leave it. you understand heās going through a lot and just needs a minute but, TRUST ME! when you walk off, you make sure it is known that your feelings are hurt.
āi said no! you are not being on my team! im going with the levi squad, thats final.ā
ā§ armin arlert -
you both love each other very much but, goddamn youāre both so up your own arses! you are the āsmart coupleā you are both strategic and witty and have your own way you go about things. so, when it comes to deciding whose plan is better, you always think yours is better and admin thinks his is better. this has (and probably always will be) the main root of your arguments, tbh. nobody likes to get involved either because if someone picks a side then even more havoc will break lose. the only people whoāve ever come between you two is: mikasa, levi & erwin.
itās just like a debate, you know the ones on jubilee where itās just people speaking over each other with different facts and sources? literally you two. you both would keep going until the end of time if you didnāt need to sleep, eat and drink water. itās never that serious at the end of the day, you both love each other and i GUESS you can appreciate each others plans albeit you both think yours is better.
āif you actually listen to me when i say, my layout is better! look at how easy it is to manoeuvre from the castle to the forest!ā
ā§ mikasa ackerman -
wash the damn scarf. that is all you ask of her. she has literally never washed it and you love but jesus christ, stink LINGERS. not only do you think itās weird she doesnāt wash it but, itās also from erenā¦ now, you know mikasaās lore, of course. however, itās really hard to get over your girlfriend having this deep love for this smelly scarf that her ex-crush gave to her after he literally saved her from being kidnapped. at first, you try to ignore it but it gets to a point where you sit down and talk to her but, she is not having it. she clearly cares very, very deeply for this scarf and will defend it. itās really awkward conversation that slowly turns into raised voices and some opinionated things being raised.
āwhy are you getting jealous over a scarf? thatās so stupid! i just have fond memories with it!ā
ā§ connie springer -
again, not so much major arguments but just bickers. it usually starts as a joke but slowly but surely divulges into an argument about something stupid. one time, someone ate the last of jeanās meal that his mum made for him and he saved until today, obviously he was super upset and jokingly you blamed connie. at first, all was well, laughs were being heard and he even poked fun at you but, somewhere along the way it became more serious for you two, you genuinely suspected connie of eating jeanās meal and connie was getting visibly more upset.
āthat was so not me! why are you telling them that?! i didnāt eat it, y/n!ā
jean regretted asking who ate his food.
ā§ jean kirstein -
jean is unfortunately a jealous guy. not for any malicious reasons, heās just a bit insecure gang! heās more scared that youāll leave him for someone ābetterā more than anything but, these feelings of insecurity manifest as jealously. heād get jealous over you spending time with people like eren, mikasa or armin. in so many aspects, theyāre better than him (in his eyes) and this will just make him reallyyy pissy. being in an argument with jean is painstakingly ambiguous like he never straight up says it, itās always sly remarks or dry responses from him for a while. eventually, you know something is up and question him but he will avoid answering like the plague and itās just so, so frustrating! eventually, when you break your calm demeanour, he will also break his ānonchalant-nessā and just shout about how he feels.
he crossed his arms, āi just donāt understand why you need to be around him so much, you have me?ā
ā§ sasha braus -
absolutely nothing. iām sorry but, she is too sweet and loving. IM SORRY, iām sorryā¦ i tried so hard to think of something but this queen is too perfect. at most, she would snap at you in high stress situations but she would never turn it into an argument. for example, if you told her to slow down her eating because youāre going on a mission but, she hasnāt eaten much that day she may snap and tell you to ālet her do what she wantsā but, sheās sooo quick to recover and apologise. literally not even giving you a second to even think about arguing with her!!
āah, iām sorry. youāre right, i donāt wanna be sick while flying through the air, huh?ā she pouts.
ā§ reiner braun -
youāre both from marley, you know damn well what youāre doing here but it seems reiner is straying off path. youāre there to try and remind him why youāre there and this leads to so many arguments. his split personality also plays a role in the arguments because itās so.. scary and confusing for you because one moment heās defending eldians than the next, heās shouting at you about how he āknows the planā.
when talking about stuff like this, since itās extra sensitive for reiner he definitely flips out. iām talking shouting, angry grunting, clenching his fists into balls and holding them against his forehead so he doesnāt fully crash tf out. heās just as confused and scared as you are about his split personality but, he doesnāt want to seem weak or to seem like heās losing sight of what is ārightā - it gets him really worked up. obviously, you stand your ground against him, he doesnāt scare you when youāre arguing. youāve known him for so long.. you feel like he just needs to be guided.
āwhen did i ever say i liked them? yes, theyāre okay people to be around for now butā no, i never said that! i know what they are, you donāt remind to tell me, y/n!ā
ā§ annie leonhart -
just the fact sheās cold and distant, it makes it really hard to actually have a relationship with her. at first, she was closed off COMPLETELY but cracks began to show and eventually, you thought you were at a good point with each other but, you kind of realised you didnāt know that much about annie. you try to ask questions to get her to open up but, she is one tough egg to crack so eventually, you just ask! hoping to help her more than anything but, this leads to an argumentā¦
after this first argument, it became pretty regular like once every few weeks this would happen. you get super frustrated because she acts like she doesnāt even care! so, youāre shouting and getting really passionate while she sits there, looking pissed off and bored, rolling her eyes and scoffing. she doesnāt see the need to open up to you, sheās done what she thinks is āenoughā in her books.
āwhat do you want me to say? iām not an open book, thatās just how i am. weāre all gonna end up dead, anyways.ā
ā§ bertolt hoover -
sighā¦ oh bert. every time you feel yourself developing further into your relationship with bert, his friends seem to pull him back. youāre still not quite sure why and they always seem to be giving side eyes or glances when he talks about his life - its starting to piss you off, rightfully so. you feel like heās got two other side hoes watching yours and his every move! you being this up in subtle ways as to not seem like a crazy, jealous partner but eventually you burst and tell him how you really feel.
arguing with sweet bert isnāt fun because you can tell he tries so hard to please everyone in the situation, whether itās you, him or now in this case, his friends too. he will raise his voice but, not in a bad way just in a general sense, things are getting heated, his voice will raise and he will fling his arms and hands. heās a very expressive man when arguing because he is so passionate about it.
āy/n, theyāre my friends! theyāre just trying to protect me, why are you jealous?ā
ā§ erwin smith -
thereās so such things as arguments in your relationship, erwin likes to call them āmutual disagreementsā as your both in the scouts, he knows your time is limited. itās a morbid and pessimistic way to think but, you have to be realistic when you live such a deadly lifestyle. he doesnāt want to take your time together for granted - plus, heās a MAN like, he is calm and collected and will always hear you out.
you both start off calm, having a mature conversation about whatever it is that is bothering you but, when you start getting rowdier thatās when erwin quells the flames quickly. he takes a deep breath, hears you out and calmly walks you through it all. heās so compassionate about it, i cant omg. heāll gently place a hand over your own hand or on your shoulder if youāre standing, letting you know heās present, heāll sweetly talk you down, eventually calming you down and usually youāll both say apologises or just general sweet statements and move on!
āiām sorry, y/n. no, iām glad you talked to me about this.ā
ā§ levi ackerman -
oh lord, being in an argument with levi ackerman is nawwtt fun. iām sorry but, iād kms if i argued with levi š. this man has such an awful resting bitch face as it is but, imagine his face when heās arguing with you? IF LOOKS COULD KILL. he cant hide his emotions, so when youāre arguing even if heās trying to be somewhat nice, his face says it all. usually heāll roll his eyes and scoff if itās something minor, heāll hear you out, maybe give a half arsed apology or some sort of nice gesture to make sure youāre not upset however, if itās a big issue oh brotherā¦
silent treatment, i fear. he is so bad at communicating his feels correctly and often feels confused because this mf aināt been in love before?! it gets too a point where heās so mad, he just cant even begin to think of anything to say to you. youāll be there raising your voice, becoming so passionate and when you ask what he thinks, heāll say āi have nothing to say.ā then boom, silent treatment. however, heās bad with his wordsā¦ but good with his actions. he still wants you to know he cares, you two could be in the most rancid moods but, youāll go to your room and find your clothes ironed and foldedš„².
ā§ hange zoĆ« -
oh my sweet hange, my probably neurological challenged sweet hangeā¦ an argument with them would definitely stem from them spending more time with titans than you. when sawney and bean were around, you werenāt getting ANY time of day with them, trust. at first, you didnāt want to say anything because of course, you understand! the lifetime you guys are living in, things like hangeās research is soo important but, you canāt help but feel neglected sometimes.
when you finally bring it up, an argument ensues. neither of you really shout or anything, itās just that kind of weird sort of raised, high pitched voice people get when youāre really frustrated. you both stay relatively calm for the situation youāre in but, you can totally tell youāre both so frustrated because hange just doesnāt see the problem. when you guys argue like this, it usually just goes in circles and after a while you both decide to mutually give up and leave it for another day.
āitās all for science and the greater good of humanity though, i donāt understand?ā
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Trick or Treat! Going to a party on Halloween with Hyunjin, maybe a little smutty, semi public? An idea ya know :) š§”
(a super duper overdue)
TRICK OR TREAT
((OH MY GOD I'm so so late posting this but I loved this prompt so much that I couldn't not šš§” sorry it's a little long but I adore it so much omg, he's so much fun to write for š„° I hope you enjoy!!))
[Hyunjin x F!Reader - NSFW/Smut - Public, Semi-Public, Teasing, FWB, Inappropriate Touching, Dry Sex, Ill-Advised Lap Sitting, Stuck Sex, First Kisses, Idiots in Love, Catching Feelings, House Parties, Mistaken Identities, Masks]
This was your date, right? It'd be really awkward to be sitting on someone's lap and have it not be your date. You scanned the party, hoping to catch sight of Hyunjin, because if anyone could subtly help you out in this awkward situation, it'd be him. Hyunjin was one of your closest friends... Even if things were a little weird between you lately.
It wasn't even like you'd fooled around. Not really. The first time you'd ever done anything together, it had been a total accident, you swear. You were on a double date with Hyunjin and running late to a movie. In the darkness, it was hard to tell exactly how everyone had stumbled into their seats. It was reckless, yeah, and maybe a bit inappropriate, but you loved how your date held your hand so forwardly. Poor excuse for your next move, but you had decided to be bold yourself and trace your fingers along the inner seam of his jeans, teasing him throughout the entire movie. It wasn't until afterwards when your date asked if you were upset with him that you realized anything was wrong. When you asked him why he wanted to know, you were mortified when he told you that you hadn't held his hand during the movie at all. Unsurprisingly, neither of you had a second date after that.
Somehow, the next time you did anything with Hyunjin was worse. Like, much worse. You and Hyunjin already weren't talking about the double date fiasco, and this was only going to make that fact funnier. On a late summer night, you got a text from Hyunjin, pleading you to come over and help him. You had dropped what you were doing and rushed over to his place.
"What's wrong?" you'd worriedly asked once you arrived.
"It's my ex! I told her she can't come over because I have a girl over."
"... And that won't stop her?"
Hyunjin had sighed into his hands. "I never changed my keypad combo. I need you to answer the door when she comes."
"Hyunjin... she's met me."
Your friend had kicked his couch in exasperation, the piece of furniture squeaking in protest, and understandably stubbed his toe in the process. However, Hyunjin stopped cursing over his toe and looked at the couch, processing an idea.
"Get in the bedroom," he'd ushered you.
"What?!"
"You don't have to actually do anything! Just, if she lets herself in and hears us pretending to hook up, she'll have to leave."
There was no excuse for this, but at the time it had sounded stupid enough to work. You and Hyunjin sat on his bed with the door to his room closed.
"You're not allowed to kiss me," you'd mandated.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose at you. "I didn't realize that'd be a concern of yours."
You both waited awkwardly until there was a soft knock at the front door, at which time you and Hyunjin immediately set about your ridiculous plan. On his knees so he could make the bed squeak as loudly as possible, Hyunjin admittedly looked a little hot while he rocked into the bed and pretended to moan. You must've looked equally hilarious, though, sitting cross-legged on the bed and boredly moaning as well. This was even sort of fun, until the front door opened. Even though this was precisely why Hyunjin took the plan this far, it still terrified you that his possessive ex could be this forthright. You and Hyunjin had exchanged horrified glances and pretended to moan even louder, rocking his bed into the wall.
And then it got worse. Hyunjin's ex had cursed, whining that he was only pretending to have a girl over. Even though he was, neither of you wanted to know what the consequences of her finding that out would be. Thinking fast, you'd lifted your dress around your hips and pulled Hyunjin between your legs, now plainly simulating dry sex in Hyunjin's bed. You'd buried your face in his neck, trying to hide your identity, when Hyunjin's ex swung open the door. She'd shrieked and shielded her eyes before cursing at Hyunjin and promptly running out the door. When Hyunjin finally stopped pretending to thrust against you, you'd woefully taken clear notice of the bulge in his jeans. Sitting up revealed, to your mortification, that you were soaked. Hyunjin's face had been flushed, on the verge of breaking a sweat when he quickly adjusted his jeans and briskly thanked you. Now this was another thing both of you refused to talk about.
Which led to tonight. Only a couple months after the ex-girlfriend plot and almost half a year after the movie theater debacle, you and Hyunjin were still great friends who never, ever discussed what was going on between you two, because there was actually nothing going on to discuss. Which was good because you were supposed to meet up with his friend Changbin for a casual date at Halloween party they were invited to.
The thing you weren't expecting, however, was not seeing Hyunjin downstairs at the lobby like you'd planned. Hyunjin's friend, Felix, was friendly as always when he let you into his apartment, but he did tell you that he wasn't sure where Hyunjin was as well. This was odd, given that Felix didn't exactly have a big apartment and you didn't exactly show up when everyone else did. There was only a handful of people in the modest apartment. The small kitchen and tiny balcony didn't reveal Hyunjin, nor did the living room when you checked again before sitting on Felix's small couch next to a grim reaper mannequin. You tried shouldering the mannequin aside, attempting to get some personal space, but found the decoration surprisingly heavy. When you tried again, the mannequin grabbed your hand, making you shriek. The decorative grim reaper laughed brightly, its shoulders shaking before slipping off its mask, revealing Changbin's fluffy curls that he shook out of his eyes. He pulled his fogged-up glasses off of his nose so he could wipe them off with his cloak.
This was a relief, if anything. Meeting up with Changbin was the whole point of the night to begin with. You chatted and flirted on the couch as more guests filtered into the party, but still no sign of Hyunjin. Concern began to seep into the corners of your mind, a nagging thought persisting that maybe something had happened to him. You excused yourself, grabbing a drink from the impressive spread laid out in the crowded apartment. Barring the whole Hyunjin-being-missing thing, this was an incredible time. Changbin was so hot and nice, and you were easily winding each other up. The first time Changbin worked up the nerve to put his hand on your knee, you almost burst. There was already discussion of whose place you were heading after the party, yours or his. This meant that Hyunjin had to hurry his ass up and show his face at this party, or you were going to be distracted worrying about him all night.
Your nerves calmed down a little when you walked back to the couch. Changbin had his mask back on and was scrolling through his phone, and you decided to be bold and sit down on his lap. The couch was crowded, after all. You serenely cuddled like this, people-watching at the party, and even getting a little excited when you noticed Changbin was getting a bit hard where you were seated on his lap.
Except that was when Changbin emerged from the kitchen, cocktail in one hand and mask in another. Frankly, you could've pissed yourself, your guts clenched so hard. Who the hell were you sitting on?!
Your answer came when the grim reaper you were sitting on pulled his mask off, revealing Hyunjin brushing his fingers back through his shaggy hair. That gut-clenching feeling grew worse. You stared, gobsmacked, as Hyunjin laughed, oblivious to your distress and Changbin's confusion.
"Hey!" Hyunjin giggled, "you got the same mask!"
Changbin attempted to diplomatically chuckle. "Uh, heh, yeah. You texted me that pic of it!"
"I meant it as inspo!" howled Hyunjin, his shoulders shaking. His hips shifting under you reminded you of how hard he had been getting. You whipped your head in his direction.
"Can I talk to you?" you half-asked, half-demanded.
Hyunjin looked confused when you grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out to the tiny balcony, where poor Felix had apparently stored all his extra crap for the duration of the party. You were shoved in between a stack of plastic storage totes and a small washer/dryer, chest to chest with Hyunjin. Good thing for the proximity, too, because it reminded you not to yell at him and draw more attention to yourselves.
"I was going to ask you," Hyunjin nonchalantly began, "where were you?"
"Where was I?!" you whisper-shrieked at him. "I've been waiting for you for the past thirty minutes! Thank god Changbin was here already or--"
"Yeah! I saw that," your friend noted brightly, almost making you go ballistic in the process. "How was that going?"
"It was going great until, you know, until I was sitting on your lap instead of his!"
"That was crazy," Hyunjin agreed. "I can't believe you didn't even check to see if it was me."
"I wasn't trying to sit on your lap! I was--ugh, just forget it!"
Hyunjin gazed at you curiously as you tried to shove yourself away from him and leave the balcony... until you realized you couldn't. The two of you were wedged. Now Hyunjin got a bit more distressed with you.
"Was this on purpose?" you badgered him. "Things have been weird between us and now that I'm getting with one of your friends, you want me all to yourself?"
"Weird? What's weird?" Hyunjin argued, trying to push you out and away from him. "Things are weird because you keep on throwing yourself at me! Do you want Changbin or not?"
"Throwing myself at you?!" you blustered. "Who was the one who invited me over and dry-fucked me to scare off their ex?!"
"Who was the one who felt me up during a whole movie and pretended like nothing happened after?!" Hyunjin argued back.
You grabbed the hem of your dress and yanked it up when you found that it was restricting the use of your legs. This didn't remotely work, instead only pressing you hip to hip with Hyunjin, separated now by only your panties and his jeans. He blushed hard when he realized the same thing you did. You rolled your eyes. "Look, you're even hard for me again. All I did was sit on your lap."
Hyunjin looked anywhere but at you, an easy task given the darkness of the balcony. In fact, someone had pulled the curtain in front of the screen door closed in the apartment, making it impossible for any of the partygoers to see what was going on outside and cutting out most of the auxiliary light.
"Fine," Hyunjin grumbled, "you're right. I'm sorry. You just... look really good tonight."
Begrudgingly, you looked up at your friend. "... Yeah?"
"... Yeah," he curtly nodded.
The ensuing kiss felt like it lacked impetus but also like it'd been there all along. Both of you had been hurtling towards this kiss for months now, maybe even going back to when you first met. And, now that you finally crossed first base (after skipping it and going to second), it felt like you were making up for lost time. There'd never been an opportunity to really notice how big Hyunjin's hands were, and now they were all over you, everywhere he could reach where you were wedged up against each other. You were nearly light-headed when you noticed his long fingers expertly navigating the close quarters to pull your panties aside, and you suddenly came back to your senses.
"Right here?" you wheezed, half-heartedly putting your hand on his arm.
"Can we?" Hyunjin pleaded, equally needy and hoarse. "We already halfway did it a couple months ago."
You thought about this, only as critically as Hyunjin's lips on your neck could allow, and you quickly nodded your agreement. Swiftly, you could feel the warmth of Hyunjin's hardness between your legs, contrasting amazingly with the cool night air. This was just like back on Hyunjin's bed, only a million times better now that everything seemed to be clearly laid out between you. You were embarrassed to think you'd refused to let yourself acknowledge how long you'd wanted Hyunjin, and you suspected he felt the same. He was indecipherable in the moment. His thrusts were haphazard and rough, but he kissed you tenderly whenever his lips caught yours. Stunningly, he'd even begun to work up a sweat, which you found confoundingly hot. Hyunjin was in a rush to take his time with you. Whether you did it for 5 minutes or 30, you had no idea, but your climax almost snuck up on you, it came so easily.
"Hyunjin," you whimpered, "I'm gonna--"
"Shh, not so loud," he warned, even through his tensed jaw, his scrunched eyes betraying how close he also was. "Hold onto me, okay?"
You and Hyunjin clutched onto each other, your nails digging into his biceps and his hands grabbing onto your hips in a vice as you collectively gasped and sighed and cursed through your combined peaks.
Spots and stars clouded your vision for a minute while you and Hyunjin caught your breath. Things threatened to turn awkward, but you refused to let it. You and Hyunjin were still close. Now you were even closer. You just had to know where you were headed next.
"So..." Hyunjin panted. "Do we sneak out or do I talk to Changbin?"
You grinned up at Hyunjin, brushing your fingers through his hair. "I think we find a way to get off this balcony first."
#straykidsland#supernovanetwork#neverendingdreams#hwang hyunjin smut#stray kids smut#bel's trick or freak
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sometimes i think yall must be lying when youāre thirsting after a real existing man
#talking about celebs#i never ever understand and i feel so STUPID š#like what are you intoā¦. what is there to look at#muscles????????#the lack of boobs??????#oppression??????#WHATS ATTRACTIVE IM BEING SO FR#then again ive literally never even slept with a man because they disgust me so badly#sometimes i get a celeb crush on a guy and then i actually imagine anything happening and i WANT TO DIE#GET AWAY FROM ME YOUāRE LITETALLY JUST A GUY#STEP AWAY#listen i dont mean to shame anyone im just being silly#also dont want to apologize for not understanding women being attracted to men bc thats weird#yall got the entire world rooting for u#but anyway if anyones offended sorry i guess#but also not really
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#Fifteen episode 2. Mmmmmmhhhhhh#The animation quality DOES get worse. This episode shows it lol#So many static frames stretching for so long... I feel so sorry for the animators.#I still stand by the fact that if studios can't provide enough budget or time to their animators seasons simply shouldn't be released.#But after all who am I to talk...#The scene of Dazai shooting at the soldier makes my blood freeze. Rimbaud throwing books in the fire is equally upsetting#Like I /know/ it's an anime about literature with constant metafiction referencesā#and that this too has a symbolic meaning and is *supposed* to be upsetting but that said.#Seeing whole books being thrown in the fire is such a disturbing sight that calls for such a visceral response in me ššš#The amv opening is nice! Makes me even more bitter about season 5 one lmao. Of the kind#ānot only we had to get a amv opening (((while we deserved a wholly ss/kk focused opening)))ā we even got a bad amv ending at thatā#Mmmmhhhh I hateeeeeee how they handled the Sheep ššššššššš Seriously this is just another bug instance of#āme and the author have WHOLLY different views of what human nature is likeā#I just... Don't think... Children joining together in an hostile environment would act like that. I'm so much more of a t/pn kind of guy.#Children who come together to survive would protect each other and especially would trust each other. Why is there such a big lack of trust#Why doesn't Shirase trust Chuuya? Why doesn't Chuuya trust Shirase (with handling more information)? It's just dumb#It's dumb. It sounds stupid from the very plot aspect that Chuuya would act so shady and suspicious with the Sheep instead of being openā#about what his course of action is. It's like he was trying to have them turn on him. It's stupid of Shirase to mistrust Chuuyaā#when in eight years he never gave them any reason to doubt of him.#And I know right as I'm writing this that someone is going to read it and think āyou're completely missing on the unbalance of power thatā#creates these dynamics of lack of trustā but the thing is exactly that I don't see why that unbalance of power would ever come to be!#They're all just kids. They're aware of that. If Chuuya never had malicious intentions towards Shiraseā I don't see why he would ever fearā#his betrayal. Likewiseā I don't see why Shirase and the other Sheep members would ever be so manipulative and disrespectful towardsā#Chuuya if he's been nothing but kind to them (and we have no reason to think otherwise)?#It all comes down to: I think people are inherently good and willing to help each other. The author thinks not lmao. It is what it is#But I wish you could see t/pn. Where kids are constantly trying to outwit each other in order to OUT-SACRIFICE THEMSELVES for the others lo#I love t/pn it's my life... I miss it#random rambles#And if anyone would like to argue that Dazai specifically set them off to betray each other... Yes I DO understand that's what the storyā#is suggesting. I just don't think Dazai - for how good. and infallible he is - is enough to scrape long-term relationships of trust.
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Leona: "... Oi, they said he's the Halloween King. You heard of him?"
Malleus: "No... I do not recall a Jack Skellington having ever existed."
Malleus: "Halloween King? King of Fear? Pumpkin King? This is the first I've heard of such things."
(Genuinely glad that even Leona consults with Malleus when it comes to remembering things. They at least recognize that he's the most knowledgeable among them.)
Jamil then explains the details of Halloween that everyone in Twisted Wonderland knows about, but notes that he's never heard of Jack Skellington in that legend. Skully admits that it's understandable that they don't know, given that the legend is only known to a limited amount of areas. Sebek asks where,
Skully: "In my hometown."
Sebek: "That's completely limited!"
He then shares that everyone in his village loves and reveres Jack,
Skully: "Indeed! And of course I as well adore him. I LOVE both Halloween and Jack-sama, more than ANYTHING in world."
(HE ACTUALLY USES "AISHITE" OH MY GOD he's completely Jacksexual š)
He then agonizes that while people in his village love Jack, nobody outside seems to feel the same.
Skully: "... Haa, they really are stupid people. How aggravating."
Skully: "But ah! Did I truly meet Jack-sama in the flesh? Is this a dream? Ahh, if that's so, then please never wake me up..."
Azul: "Rather than a dream, this is very much a nightmare... Ugh, that skeleton really is moving."
Skully: "Might you please stop calling him a skeleton! I am begging everyone... to please call him Jack-sama."
Jack: "No, no. Just Jack is fine. Everyone in town calls me that."
Jack then asks where everyone came from, and Leona admits that they're from Twisted Wonderland.
Jack: "Hm. I've never heard of such a place."
Leona: "I knew it. This place really isn't in Twisted Wonderland!"
"WE'RE NOT IN TWISTED WONDERLAND?!"
#guys I think Skully is a bit insane#twisted wonderland#twst event spoilers#jack skellington#skully j. graves#malleus draconia#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#ventique translates
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SO HIGHSCHOOL , HANNI PHAM
āyou know how to ball, i know aristotle!ā
ā SYNOPSIS ā in which hanni falls for the captain of the basketball team, despite you two being complete opposites.
ā PAIRING(S) ā yearbook/newspaper student!hanni x athlete!reader
ā WARNING(S) ā blood mentioned, injuries, kissing, lowkey rushed i wanted to get it out for her birthday š
a/nā ily yearbook girlie hanni pham!! also happy birthday hanni
it was unreal to haerin how her best friend had fallen in love with y/n. hanni pham of all people was deeply in love with you, someone who barely even looked her way. hanni even showed up to all your games making the excuse that it was so she could take photos for the school newspaper, but everyone knew it was just for you.
it was one of those days right now actually, hyein and haerin sighing as they accompanied hanni to make sure she didnāt do anything stupid.
you and your teammates were currently strategizing, the other team calling a timeout as your team was up by forty points.
āhan what even is interesting about this, every game y/n makes like five threes and carries her team to victory. nothing else ever happens.ā hyein complains, making hanni roll her eyes.
āand then she gaslights herself into thinking y/n shot them all for her.ā haerin says, making hanni side eye her.
āall you guys do is complain,ā hanni groans, āalso i do not gaslight myself?! she really does shoot them for me.ā hanni says.
āyouāre insane.ā haerin says simply, making hanni come back to reality.
āmy bad.ā hanni mutters, grabbing her camera again as the timeout concluded.
the girl had an insane amount of photos already, some of your best plays coming from this game. it was concerning how much of cameo you made in each new issue of the newspaper, it was actually something you noticed recently but you brushed it off and just thought you were having a good season.
you were running down the court waiting for a pass when a bright flash blinded you, making you groan. you looked up to see three girls in the stands, scrambling and yelling at each other. two of them were yelling at the girl with a camera on her neck, the girl having her hand over her mouth in shock.
āhanni you cannot be serious right now.ā hyein deadpanned, looking at her older friend.
āI DIDNāT KNOW IT WOULD DO THAT?ā hanni says, her hand quickly making its way to cover her mouth.
she would never recover from this, she looked down to see if you noticed just to see you staring directly at her making her heart drop.
āhyein.ā
āhanni?ā
ālook.ā
āoh my god.ā
āi blinded the love of my life.ā hanni says, sinking down into her seat.
āhow do you manage to ruin everything.ā haerin says, making hanni roll her eyes and ignore her friend.
your teammate hadnāt realized you werenāt paying attention, the girl throwing the ball to you for an easy shot. her jaw dropped when she saw you fall to the ground, the ball leaving a big red mark on your face.
the ref blew his whistle, calling a timeout in which all of your teammates ran towards you to figure out what happened.
āy/n what are you doing?!ā yujin shouts, anger laced throughout her voice.
you didnāt even understand the girl as you just barely woke up from your small sleep, causing you to touch your head and feel blood.
āah shit.ā you curse, the pressure of your hand sending pain coursing through your body.
āy/n did you hear me?! what the hell are you doing?ā yujin repeats, your other teammates concerned.
āyujin..ā was all you could mutter before you saw black. you knew it was over, this was most definitely your last game of the season.
back up in the stands hanni couldnāt believe her eyes, all because of her stupid camera flash you were now injured.
āhanni, you actually just may have made the most insane fuck up of all time.ā haerin says.
āi genuinely have no words.ā hanni says, her eyes trained on you as your teammates carry you out the gym. the match even had to be finished early, with the lead your team had it didnāt even matter much.
if hanni even thought she had any chance with you before, it was most definitely gone now. she didnāt even know how she fucked up this bad.
ā
the next day hanni anxiously tapped her fingers against her usual lunch table, danielle and minji confused at her unusual antics.
nobody knew what y/n was looking at while she was distracted, so it was a complete mystery to the two girls what had happened yesterday.
āhanni, are you good?ā minji asks, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
āyeah! just anxious about my spanish test.ā hanni lies quickly, looking around after like she was being interrogated for a crime.
āum okay..ā minji says, she knew there was no spanish test today (they had the same class..) but she chose to not question any further.
a small conversation picked up between dani and hyein, haerin sometimes chiming in with minji. hanni couldnāt even focus, she was so unbelievably worried about you.
hanni couldnāt get image of you on the ground out of her head, a lingering feeling of guilt following her everywhere. thankfully she had yet to see you, she knew she would probably break down.
hanni was also nervous that you would confront her, tell her that she ruined your life or that she was awful but she knew you wouldnāt. that was what drew her towards you. regardless of how your friends and teammates acted, you were the kindest person ever. whenever a new issue came out you would compliment her on her work, as hanni usually worked on the sports section alone. it was a simple gesture really, but coming from you it meant the world to hanni.
in conclusion the girl was smitten with you, and she wanted nothing more than to know you were okay.
ā
hanni knew it was stupid. but she let herself walk into the nurses office, where you currently were getting checked on.
hanni thought it would be fine, considering they had a student nurse at the moment who she knew well. she walked in and greeted her friend, the older boy smiling at her.
āhi hanni.ā huening kai greets the girl quickly, before turning back his attention to your wound.
āoh sorry kai, i didnāt know you still had someone in here.ā hanni apologizes, knowing well she knew you were in there.
you stared at hanni in disbelief, you couldnāt really see her when you were on the court so her beauty amazed you. maybe it was okay that she blinded you, and also sort of caused you a major injury.
āno worries hanni! i actually need to go grab something from the main office really quickly, can you watch y/n for me?ā kai says, to which hanni nods almost immediately.
āthanks! y/n keep your head down.ā kai commands, noticing the way you sat up to look at hanni.
āoh yeah, sorry..ā you mutter, laying back down slowly as kai left.
there was a moment of silence, before you sat up almost immediately alarming hanni.
āy/n youāre gonnaāā hanni starts, being cut off by you.
āit was you, wasnāt it.ā you say eerily, further examining hanniās face.
āhuh?ā hanni questions, her heart dropping to her ass. she didnāt think you would acknowledge it.
āitās okay hanni!ā you retort quickly, noticing the change in the girls demeanor.
ānext time just wait until i actually make the shot.ā you tease her, making hanni groan.
āit was really an accident iām so so so so so so so sorry.ā hanni mumbles just loud enough for you to hear.
āitās fine hanni, your photos are actually really good. i use them on insta all the time.ā you reassure the girl, taking her hand in yours making her unbelievably nervous.
āyou do?ā hanni says dumbfoundedly. (she actually knew that, she loved scrolling through your instagram, but you didnāt need to know that.)
āyeah, i mean you manage a whole section of the newspaper yourself for a reason. you always manage to catch my good side, itās actually kind of scary.ā you say, making hanni smile nervously.
āi just pay close attention you know, i love basketball!ā hanni lies through her teeth, she didnāt know shit about basketball she just liked watching you play.
āoh really? whoās your favorite player?ā you ask.
āumā¦ lebron james?ā hanni admits quietly, looking away in embarrassment at the way you burst out into laughter at her response.
āwow, you seem very well versed on basketball ms pham.ā you say, still giggling at how unsure she sounded giving her response.
āi justā oh shut up.ā hanni deadpans, noticing that you were now teasing her on purpose.
silence filled the room once again, causing you to lock eyes with hanni. you finally got to see her in all her glory, your eyes slowly scanning her face until they stopped at her lips.
she looked so kissable in that moment to you, the thought of her making you smile. what hanni didnāt know is that you were actually obsessed with her too, youāre teammates hated you for it always calling her the pretty girl in the stands.
you looked back up to see hanni staring at your lips too, making you ask a question on impulse.
ācan i kiss you?ā
another beat of silence, making you nervous.
āplease.ā
you wrap your arms around hanniās neck, crashing your lips onto hers as she held your waist. you knew kai would be back soon but you didnāt care, you had been waiting forever for this.
the two of you only pulled away for air, addicted to the feeling of your lips on each others. though every good thing comes to an end, the two of you jumping at the sound of the door opening.
kai stood there dumbfounded, āyou know what, iām not even gonna ask.ā
āum, y/n youāre free to go! after youāre done with whatever..ā kai says, smiling awkwardly.
he quickly closed the door making you laugh, hanni hiding in the crook of your neck.
ānever again.ā she mutters into your neck.
āyou sure?ā
āshut up."
#newjeans#newjeans x reader#newjeans hanni#hanni pham#hanni pham x reader#newjeans hanni x reader#hanni x reader#newjeans fanfic#kpop#kpop x reader
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i cannot physically stop thinking abt american transfer student! reader x bkg
like iām american and compared to japanese culture americans are so fucking messy š that being said if you went to public school (and wasnāt apart of the āpopularā group) youāve witnessed crazy shit-ESPECIALLY in the south like these schools are not for the weak
you never back down from his insults or threats, bc youāve dealt with dickheads like him all the time in america! public school was insane so this doesnāt phase you at all. when he notices that you donāt even flinch at his crazy antics he feelsā¦different. especially when you insult him right back like itās nothing. you always have a come back for him and you have physically fought him (and won) on multiple occasions. it makes him start to admire and respect you (and obviously fall in loooooove)
he slowly drifts closer to you, mentally and physically. i am a stern believer in physical touch bkg like fucking fight me. he would want to always be near you so that yall will accidentally brush hands or bump shoulders, every touch sending a shock down his spine
tbh i think the only way to be able to date bkg is to also be mean and i just cannot stop thinking about FUNNY their pre!relationship would be
*bkg saying some bullshit*
you, mumbling in english ābig back bitchā
bkg: HAHāļøWHATD YOU SAYāļø
we know that shoto can speak english (at least like decently) and tbh i head cannon denki speaking english as well bc idk it suits him. with that being said, whenever you say something crazy in english shoto is always like š® and denki is HOWLING meanwhile bkg is CRAZY jealous bc he canāt understand english
like u donāt understand bkg is soooo jealous bc u and denki bond over music, tv shows, and movies and he keeps kicking himself on passing up his parents offer to teach him english. not to mention yall whisper shit in english a LOT and you guys are not slick with how much yall be giggling. bkg is always glaring at yall whenever that happens, and there have been a couple of times where you felt bad so u told him what yall were saying and you get so happy when you see his mouth turn up into a smile while he chuckles.
this is so random but it also pisses him off when u have t shirts on with english words. so itāll be like dinner time and heās huffing and puffing and ur like ā???ā and he keeps glaring at ur shirt like āwhat does he have against the tv show friends like heās never heard abt it until now???ā and it wasnāt until denki was like āyooo you watch friends? that show is so stupid i love itā that he settles down. from there on out you always find a way to translate your shirts for him
AND MUSIC donāt even get me started on music. youāre singing along so passionately and heās like. āwhat are they singing abt i HAVE to knowā so heāll try to be sneaky and use his phone to translate stuff. if itās a song abt a shitty ex heāll have the most violent urge to fly to your home state and kill the ex who made you feel like this-but if itās like megan thee stallion? my dude is sweating and blushing but pissed bc heās sweating and blushing and basically long story short kirishima goes up to talk to him and gets blasted in the face.
he watches all your favorite movies and tv shows (subtitles on) and he will never admit it but he loves when you whisper the translations in his ear.
another thing that peaks his curiosity is youāre friends from home! america is 14 hours behind tokyoā¦so talking to ur friends from home can cause difficulties. when itās late at night the class will see you furiously texting your friends bc itās morning time for them. sometimes on weekends you guys are able to call, so if youāre ever on call walking into the kitchen for a snack bkg is so curious as to what you and your friends would be talking abt. he always sneaks a peek and you best believe he learns all of your friends names and faces.
friend: āwho was that hot guy that you were talking to?ā
you: āhuh? oh thatās katsuki, i told you abt himā
friend: ādudeā¦you were totally giving him fuck me eyesā
you: āAYO DO NOT EVEN START WITH THAT SH-ā
(he was looking at you with such passion and love in his eyes but ur just too dumb to see it)
you tend to crave a lot of american snacks and food, and sometimes bkg will go out to a special shop that has american shit and bring it to you.
āyou wouldnāt fucking stop saying how much you wanted it so here take it nerdā
*youāre all teary bc like āomg he went out of his away to go across town to get me some stupid snacks omg im falling for himā*
you love cooking american foods/foods you grew up with for the class and you specifically yearn for bkgās approval. you eventually learn about his love for cooking and he teaches you japanese dishes while you teach him the dishes you know. the two of you bonded so much while cooking together.
(this part is me venting so just bare with me okay) and god forbid you have a toxic ex in america thatās some fucking loser white boy bc bkg will rip that man to SHREADS. he has you cry laughing over all the insults he comes up with when you finally crack and show him a picture.
āhe literally looks like a block of feta cheese yn, he looks like the type to trip on his own shoelaces. he definitely doesnāt read any higher than a ten year olds level-ā
it actually ends with a sweet moment of him watching you laugh and when you two lock eyes he tells you that you deserve better, that you deserve someone who will actually treat you well. he scurries off after that bc he realizes he was too soft in that moment and you never stop thinking abt that.
eventually you get him to confess and start dating, obviously having to take it slow bc thereās no way bkg dated anyone before you. slowly figuring out everything that works for the both of you, the relationship is very loving and accepting.
bkg slowly learns all of your favorite songs and knows what they translate to. when you sing love songs to him not thinking he knows what they mean, he just smiles and says smth cheesy like āoh you must really like me huh?ā
you of course teach him words in english and you try to tutor him in the language but heās not the easiest person to teach to, especially a whole new language. but the couple of phrases you teach him are just for your sake so you can talk shit and include him in it, and he loves it so much.
(dw bc by the time heās an adult he can speak english and his accent is SO cute and you love it so much bc everything he does is so amazing)
when the two of you get older you are able to bring him home! he meets all of your friends and family, even tho heās literally the most nervous youāve ever seen him. he knows english by this time but he keeps overthinking it so much, and once heās surrounded by a bunch of people whoās first language is english he messes up a couple of times and sometimes messes up translations. he gets so mad at himself but you are able to talk him down and tell him not to be so hard on himself.
you bring him to all of your favorite restaurants and areas, shopping included. he wants to know everything about where you grew up, hoping it will somehow grow the two of you even closer to each other. once youāre in public and at restaurants you still insist on speaking japanese since that was the language the two of you used when you fell in love, and even tho you guys get weird stares you refuse to switch. bkg also enjoys it bc when itās the two of you speaking japanese itās like you two are in your own little world, like you two really do belong together.
but also you guys shit talk in japanese so. much. like itās not even funny. if you have family members that you dislike, you better believe youāre whispering in his ear all about it catching him up on family lore when he meets all of your family.
thatās all i can think of rn, but god. iām obsessed.
#bakugou x reader#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki#mha#bnha#my hero academia x you#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia x gender neutral reader#katsuki bakugou x you#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou katsuki x you#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#bakugou katsuki x gn! reader#bakugou katsuki x gender neutral reader#bakugou katsuki x transfer! student reader#bakugou katsuki x american! reader#itās so silly#i love it#i love him#i love bakugou katsuki#like itās not funny anymore#rho writes
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THE ONLY ONE | LN4
( lando and you are on a break because of an argument. but he needs you back. )
warning : angst, fluff, some jealousy, happy ending ofc
word count : 5.1k
note : the longest thing i have ever written with 5k words š pretty proud of it, hope it's not too long lol
!! english not my first language !!
lando sighs as he watches for around the 30th time your instagram story. it was a picture of your outfit of the day, but the little detail - or big detail for him - was the unknown man standing next to you and his clothes matching with yours. lando can't help but rewatch again and again your story throughout all the day. of course, he loves your outfit. he thinks everything suits you, either an elegant dress or just a big hoodie. it was not the problem. but why the fuck your outfit matched with the one of an other man than him ? he just don't understand. usually, he would be and was the only one to match with your outfit. it was kind of your love language, and lando loves it. every time you asked him to wear the same clothes as you, he never refused the offer and even lend you one of his hoodie. it is something very special for him, so when he saw you doing this with an other man than him, he really didn't like it. actually, he hated it.
and the worse ? he is once again looking at your story, laying in your shared bed in his monaco apartment, clinging to your pillow. oh poor him. there is still the scent of you and your shampoo filled in the pillow you used to sleep on when you passed the nights with your loved one. he's holding onto it anytime he's missing you, which is basically every minutes. he smells your fragrance, finding so much comfort in it. and he would also imagines you next to him, cuddling his body and playing with his hair. but these are just memories now. it seems long time ago for him, when the last time you saw each other was actually around 3 weeks now. but it was not a good last time. completely the opposite. and he curses himself when he remembers what happened that day.
"fuck, who is this... thing ? guy ?" he says, throwing his phone over the blankets. for real, who was this man next to you ? have you already forget him and moved on ? but no, you guys are still together. theoretically. yes, the last time you talked to each other was during an argument, but when you left him all alone in his apartment, you didn't say you broke up with him. you just left, furious and mostly hurt. you were on a break. you didn't talk together since the argument, didn't send any text messages that you both would always send every hours because of how much you missed each other. 3 weeks without any contacts. but the thing you don't know is lando still looking at your social medias accounts everyday, missing you dearly. sometimes he hesitates, if he should like or not your stories.
every days, every hours, every minutes, every seconds are hurtful without you. he's still playing again and again in his head the last smile he captured of you. he is missing you so fucking bad. and the only person he can blame is himself. yes, he is the one to blame at. he was the one who started the argument and the one to say the most rude and hurtful words. and he feels so much guilty about it. he can't stand the fact he was the one who hurt and upset the most precious person to his eyes. everything is his fault. and now he thinks he's just a fool who don't deserve you. it pains so much his heart, and he's getting sick of it. he needs you again. he needs to see you again. he needs to kiss and hug you again.
he let a scream out, overthinking about the situation. he grabs his phone and opens the text app. he clicks on your name, and starts typing something. but what ? hello ? hi ? can we talk together ? no. he just can't send you some stupid messages and thinks everything will be perfect again like 3 weeks ago. what was he thinking ? he sighs longly and decides to take a shower to stop thinking about you. but he damn knows that's impossible because every single thing reminds him of you.
like taking showers. you would often showered with him because he loves showering together. washing your hair and hugging you to warm your freezing body meanwhile the cold water was turning hot. and then after you doing his haircare routine, styling his damp curls while he was just looking at you with adoration. or when you guys would spend your evenings together, cuddling close under a woolen plaid on the couch, watching a movie until one of you two would fall asleep. or when you cooked some recipes and it ended up in a food battle. god he's craving of those moments again. he really needs to do something...
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race day. it is sunday today and of course lando have to race. he don't know it, but you are in the paddock club. yes, even if you're on a break in your relationship, you couldn't miss a race and decided to attend it. those last 3 weeks, you didn't miss a single one races. you didn't attend them, because you were still hurt by lando's words and you didn't want his fans to see you present there, so you just watched the races and your papaya driver on the tv. but you missed so much seeing him in reality, so you attend today's race. of course, you are wearing glasses and a cap to not be recognizable. and you're also sitting in a hidden corner.
lando has no clue that you are here, watching his car moving around. and you have no clue that he is thinking about you and the way he's going to apologize to you. so as the race passes, you keep an eye on his car. your heart and your being feels weird. the amount of love you have for him is still here, and it never shaded away for the past 3 weeks. not a single bit. but of course you are still upset and hurt. the words he said to you broke you into tears. you love him so much, never you loved someone like that. so when he told you those mean things, you felt weak. and very very sad.
in a blink, the race is already finished. fans wave at the drivers who are celebrating the podium with their race team. you smile, admiring the place. you would be lying if you said you didn't missed races. you were always happy to attend one. maybe for the race, or maybe just to spend more time with lando. by the way, he didn't finish on the podium but still get p4. and despite the fact you are still gloomy, you are proud of him, like usually. because he's just the best after all.
now you have to leave the track. of course, you would have love to stay and join your favorite driver, but he don't know you are here and you don't want him to see you. because nobody has already apologize. and it's been 3 weeks since you haven't seen and spoken to him. it would be awkwardly embarrassing. so you have to take precautions and be prudent to not be seen by any mclaren team member. you go down the balcony's stairs, lowering your head and hiding your face with the cap. of course it has to be an orange cap, because it is the only hat you have. an other way to be even more discreet, huh. but it works well. you are now in the paddock area, just in front of the mclaren one. you recognize a lot of engineers and people who work with your boyfriend and you hope deep inside you they don't see and recognize you. but it seems like you failed it.
"y/n ?" oh. oh... it's not just anyone. it's not just a random maclaren team member. no. it is him. it's his voice. his voice that you missed hearing. it's lando norris. you stop, and don't know what to do. and don't know how to react. so you stay like this, turning your back on him. "y/n ? is it you ?" you close your eyes and exhale, you're not really in the mood to talk to him. the only person you shouldn't meet is now facing you. you turn around and keep your head low, you don't have the force to look at him.
you just remove your glasses and put them in your pocket. "why are you here ?" he asks confused, but you can tell he's concerned about it. "to... support you, i guess ?". you finally give up and cross his gaze. and it aches your heart. he looks tired, i mean of course he just finished a 2 hours race but still he looks even tired than usually. his face is pale, doesn't have much color. and his eyes are so tiny, so many emotions in them. "oh ok. huhh thank you...". he answers awkwardly. you bite your lower lip, the atmosphere is, well, very awkward yes. "so, how are you?" you ask to get rid of this tension.
how he is ? fuck this question. he doesn't even want to answer. does he really need to say that he blames himself every day, that he can't sleep because of how much he cries thinking about you, that he skips dinners because of how bad he's feeling ? he never felt like that with any person. it is the first time his whole being aches that much. but he can't tell you that, he knows you will not forgive him that easily. "good. and you ?" he says, avoiding your gaze. "good too" you hum sotfly. he knows damn well that's a lie, because even your tone betrayed you. he tries to take a look at you. his heart squeezes in pain, the view in front of him is heartbreaking. you look as tired as him. and as pale as him too. where is the smile he loves so much gone ? the shining sparkles in your pretty eyes ?
he fights the urge to pull you in his arms. but he's the one at fault, he can only blame himself. "hum, i'll go now" "no." he answers back to back and you look at him confused and surprised. "i-i mean you're going back to monaco ?" he stutters. "no, i'll join a friend of mine" you says coldly. "oh... ok..." god he sounds so sad, it pains you. you struggles to not hug him. because yes, you're hurt, but you still love him like crazy. "well... oh and good job today" you quickly say and starts to leave, not wanting to stay more here. you don't turn back, but lando is now smiling softly, watching you fade away in the crowd. "thank you, love" he whisper to himself.
he sighs, blinking slowly. now memories are coming back, and he remembers what happened that night, when everything went wrong in only one second.
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you were very tired. a hard day of work. so when you came home, in your lover's apartment in monaco, all you wanted was to follow him around like a puppy and cuddle him. you were so clingy and so needy. it was rare, very very rare for you to be like that, all clingy and needy, so when that night you doubled it, it was kind of surprising and shocking. usually, lando loves when you get clingy, when you want him all for yourself. because it not happens often, so of course he cherishes these moments. but that night, it was different. he didn't like the way you acted with him. you kept following him around the apartment, touching him gently and innocently. like grabbing his hand, placing soft kisses on his cheeks, back hugs. you just wanted his attention. you just wanted your lover. but he didn't seems he felt the same about you. first, he didn't care much. he just didn't returned back your affection. but the more you were getting clingy, the more he was getting angry. he started to hate it.
you tried to kiss him on the lips and instead of kissing you back roughly, he turned his head and your lips pressed against his cheek. you paused for a second, confused. you frowned and tried to understand why he did that. why your lover didn't return back your hugs ? your kisses ? why he acted like you didn't even exist ? you placed your hand on his forearm but he shifted. your heart squeezed, why was he like this ? usually, he was the neediest one and the one getting even clingier. you were lost.
"baby, why you don't kiss me back ?" you asked softly. lando sighed and he seemed annoyed. he didn't even dare to reply. which hurt you. you moved and stopped before him. "something is wrong ? something bothers you ?" you tried to understand why he was in this mood, you wanted to help him talk about whatever bothered his thoughts. but you didn't expect to hear that. "yes, you." he hissed. your face deformed. did you hear well ? "w-what ?" you stuttered. "you. it's you. you fucking annoy me". you blinked and took some few steps back. your being hurt, your heart was broken. "what do you mean ?"
"you're so clingy and needy and i fucking hate it. stop being like that and stop touching me. you're so annoying" he threw these words at you, giving you a death look as his furrowed his brows. oh pain was real. you felt weak, you thought it was all a dream. but no, your lover was here, saying harsh words to you and kept hurting your poor little heart. and while you tried to understand his behavior - because he would never talk bad to you like that - a bulb lighted in your head.
it was qualifying. you remembered lando's week went bad and hard for him. bad practices, no luck, his slow car, his poor performance... nothing went right. and you knew how much f1 had an important impact on him and his mental health. he was so hard on himself and sometimes he would overthink about why he sucks at racing. this explains why he was acting like a shit with you. you knew it was that. he didn't want to do a bad race tomorrow. so instead of calm down and talk about it with you, he let out all his anger on you. it was like he took you as a punching ball and kept punching you, until you broke in pieces. you understand how he felt, racing is his job, he has to be the best. but let out his anger on your poor person even though you did nothing wrong, you couldn't take that. yes, he had the right to be angry and annoyed and whatever, but being harsh towards you won't make his performance better. so you tried to talk with him. or maybe argue with him.
"lando, please. i know you don't mean what you say." he stared at you and then walk closer to you. his gaze get through yours, and a storm appeared in it. "yes, i mean it y/n. you're getting on my nerves and i don't like that. maybe i don't like you too". wow. it was harsh. it was like getting stabbed again and again. he don't like you ? he really meant it ? now you were about to cry. tears filled your eyes, and you breathed harder to not let them run. and of course lando noticed it. "what, really ? are you going to cry ? you're the one who started it all and you think you can cry ? gosh you're so pathetic y/n". you shook your head and looked away because you knew soon your tears will drop. was he saying bullshit now ? "oh, you're really crying" he made fun of you and your statement. but you couldn't stand here and just cry. you had to speak up, to explain how you felt and explain that letting out his anger on you was not the solution. "please lando stop. i know it's because of racing that you're acting like that. you can be upset and annoyed but it can't justify the fact you burst your emotions on me. i did nothing wrong, i just want to help yo-" "it's not about racing !!!!" he yelled at you.
you almost jumped because of how much he scared you. he never yelled at you. never ever. he was so different from the lando you knew. lando was the perfect, caring, kindness boyfriend. who was so in love with you. not someone who yell and hurt you. "you can't even see it's you the problem. i don't need your shitty cuddles and hugs and everything. i never wanted you and i don't even need you. you sucks". "lando pleas-" "i wish i had never met you". and then he passed you to crawl on the couch, turning on the tv. he looked like he didn't even care about you anymore. your heart cried as your being hurt. the best thing that have ever came into your life just said he wish he had never met you. how hurtful it is. and you thought it was the race who made him angry like that, but it seemed like it's not the reason anymore. just him speaking maybe the truth and what he thinks about you. and you wished you were dreaming. but no, it was not.
you never had an argument with him. or when something was wrong, you would always talk about it. but it was so different. the person you loved the most broke you. pain, yeah, pain filled your body. it ached badly. you just wanted to leave. run far far away. so he couldn't hurt you anymore. "i'm leaving. i can't stay with you anymore so i'll go" "then go. get out of my apartment. i would be better off without you". it was one sentence too many. your tears ran down your cheeks, your face. you couldn't stop them. so you just leave, shutting the door behind you, as the one who broke you started to realize little by little what happened. and it was when guilt started to kick him.
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"so fucking dumb you are" max says again, cursing at his friend's behavior towards you. "i know. don't remind me. i'm such an idiot" lando says again, cursing at himself. he is laying on his bed, re-watching your new instagram stories while max is sitting on the other side of the bed. "and for the fucking 40th time please stop looking at her stories. you've been doing this since this morning." max states, and try to grab his friend's phone who dodge it effortlessly. f1 driver reflexes yes. "then you stop sitting on this side of the bed. y/n's perfume will disappear because of you and your stinky scent". max rolls his eyes and finally stand up. "you're miserable".
lando sighs, and throws his phone over the blankets. "max help me... i'm so fucking lost without her." "but it's your own fault. you're the one to blame at". he shrugs and shake his head. "i know it's my fault max. don't you know i'm literally dying every single day because of how much i miss her ? that i'm crying because i will never find someone like her ? i'm in a shitty situation and i don't feel well because she's not with me. look, i'm in a pitiful state even though we did not even broken. what will i be like if we break up for real ? i don't even want to imagine it because i already know it will be awful." he passes his hand in his hair, ruffling them. "i've never felt like that about any exes, anyone. it's the first time i suffer like this, i don't know what to do...". max looks at his friend and his gaze softens. he hates seeing his best friend suffer, he can't stand it. "lando i can help you. and i will help you. but you have to promise me that you-" "SHE TEXTED ME !!!" lando suddenly screams.
"what ??" max jumps on the bed and sit next to him. "MAX !! SHE SENT ME A MESSAGE" lando is going crazy, he is just shocked. he don't even realizes what happens, he thinks he's dreaming. his heart is beating faster now. but max sighs as he reads the text you just sent, a simple "i'm coming to pick up some things in the evening". it is more a negative message because it means you're not staying in your boyfriend's apartment, but still lando is relieved by this one text. "lando, she's not staying. she's coming to pick up things because she don't want to live with you" "but it's her first text since 3 weeks ago ! she thinks about me too!"
max shakes his head and closes his eyes because he's getting a headache. "mate you don't get it" he says. but his friend don't listen, he is too focused on his phone. because he knows he's going to see her girlfriend soon, and he knows it will be the moment to apologize, to show her how much he cares about her. "max, help me. give me advices please. i'm listening". and then the two would spend the whole afternoon together, the streamer giving advices to the driver. lando is prepared, he don't want to loose his chance.
and then someone knocks on the door. he knows it is you because it's now around 6pm. max left 30 minutes ago. so it means you two will be alone together. lando almost tumbles because he ran towards the door at the speed of his mclaren livery. he takes a breath and opens the door.
oh.
your pretty face. the first thing he saw. his heart squeezes at the sight of you. your eyes, scanning his face and his body while he does the same for you. he can't believes you're standing in from of him, even though he saw you last week on sunday. but he's feeling worried now. you look super tired. dark circles under your tired eyes, your cheekbones more visible. you are as terrible as him. nobody dare to talk, and you start to feel awkward. "can i enter or maybe i just stay here until tomorrow ?" you say. "o-oh yes, come..." he shifts and you walk inside the apartment. and a weird feeling seizes you. every rooms of the apartment holds a memory from you and your boyfriend. the kitchen where he would cooks your breakfast, the living room where you would play karaokes. you feel nostalgic. and remember these memories makes you want to stay, to forgive lando, to be back together like before. but you put yourself together and fight this urge. you came for your things, not for him. or maybe it was also your intention. "how are you ?" he asks cautiously. "good. what about you ?" you reply. "good too". no, lies. from both of you.
you make your way to the bedroom. the first thing you see is your pillow above lando's one, as is he was sleeping on it. and the fact is that he was truly sleeping on it, your scent lulled him every nights. you put your suitcase on the bed and open it, you don't want to waste time. but there is a problem. and it's a big one. you have to sleep with lando tonight. not maybe in the same bed, but still you have to pass the night in his, well your shared apartment. those past 3 weeks, you were hosting at one of your friend's house. when lando asked you to moved in with him, you sold your old apartment. that's why you had nowhere to go, and lando was so worried about it but you weren't aware of it of course.
but your friend's parents were passing through and decided to pay a visit to your friend's house. you didn't want to intrude, so instead of worrying your friend you said you will buy an hotel room. what a coincidence you are now in your boyfriend apartment, sweating because you are scared to ask him to stay. so waiting for the fateful moment, you keep packing up things. you can also feel lando staring at you and his intense look burns your cheeks. "do you need anything ? you want something to eat ?" he asks sudenly, and you can hear he's caring about you by his tone. "no i'm okay, thank you" you simply answer.
your heart start pounding faster, and you sweat even more. god why were you so shy and scared ? he is your boyfriend after all, why would he refuse ? you play nervously with your necklace, the one lando gave you for your first date. you never took it off since now. "are you... okay ?" your boyfriend gives you a concerned look, he noticed you stopped packing your clothes. you take a deep breath and move to face him. "hum... can i..." your words don't want to leave your mouth. "can i stay here ? does it bothers you if i sleep here tonight ? if so then it's okay i will fin-" "no stay please." he rushes back. you look at him surprised. "i-i mean it doesn't bother me at all. you can sleep here". you give him a small smile and a little thank you. he smiles back, but unlike you it is a big, happy smile. the exact smile you love seeing from him. "huh, you can sleep on the bed, i'll go with the couch". he adds and you just nod.
lando just keep staring at you. of course, it disturbs you because sometimes you are putting useless things in your suitcase. he takes advantage of it to admire you. your body's silhouette he loved hugging, your shiny and soft hair he loved styling, your presence and its hold on him. you truly are precious to him. he knows he can't live without you in his life, it's just impossible. he needs you. not tomorrow, not in the next few hours. no. he needs you now. right now. he just can't stand the fact you're right here and can't kiss him or push him on the bed to cuddle him. he approaches you, and gently grabs your hand. surprisingly, you don't remove it and he melts down in the touch. "y/n... please listen to me". you sigh longly and turn your face to cross his eyes. you are also tired of it. even if he hurts you so bad, you can't stay far away from him because you need him as he needs you. "i'm listening". he strokes the back of your hand and takes your chin in his fingers to lift up your head, forcing you to look at him.
"i'm so fucking sorry y/n. so so sorry. you have no idea how much i blame myself and i feel so guilty every day. i'm the worst boyfriend ever, i don't even deserve you. every single minutes i keep thinking about what i said that day and if i could i would go back in time. because i regret so much those hurtful and cruel words i said to you. and you have to believe me, i didn't meant not a single word. i can't stand the fact that i'm the one who hurt you when i said i would punch the person who would did it". you try to reply back but he's so into it now. "please let me finish. i love you. i'm so madly and deeply in love with you. if you ever ask me to bring down the stars and the moon for you i'll do it. i would do anything for you. i love you. i have never loved someone like that. even with my exes, i never felt like that before, i never wanted someone so bad than you. you're the only one for me. nobody can replace you y/n. you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and i'll never let anything and anyone taking you from me. i need you in my life and i want you in my life because i can't imagine it without you. when i said i would be better without you, i so fucking lay. it's completely the opposite, i'm nothing without you. i would do anything for you to forgive me. because you're the only one, and you'll always be the only one."
tears are now running down his cheeks. and yours too. gosh he just let everything out, he has never been so desperate over someone. you can't stand it anymore and hug him tightly. he melts down in your hug and squeezes you. oh he missed you so much. he hides his wet face in the crook of your neck and keeps crying like a baby. you rub his back slowly and place a soft kiss on his hair. "i love you too lando. i'm so in love with you and i also need you." you simply say, because you know he already knows you're infatuated with him. and you guys stayed like that for fifteen minutes, lando keeping his arms around you. he don't want to let you go. he's so afraid of it now. "let's go cuddle in the bed. or maybe you still hate it" you tease him gently. "no. please. cuddle me. be clingy and needy, i'm only asking for it. don't go away from me." you two crumble into the bed and put the blankets over your bodies. lando curls up against you, his grip tight on you that you can barely breathe. he hides once again his head in the crook of your neck and one of his hand slips under your shirt, stroking your back. you start playing with his curls, something he loves and craves very much.
"i love you so much my baby" he suddenly says. you smile and peck his side profile. "me too lan". he lift up his head and your looks cross. he can't help it and a silly smile takes place on his lips. and he leans in, kissing you softly, your warm lips against his. he missed kissing you, so he really struggles to pull back. "besides i was such a liar. i'm the most needy and clingy one." you laugh hard and kiss him once again. he returns back the kiss and traces his way to your neck, planting soft kisses on it. "no for real, i would literally die without your cuddles. and just without you actually". you giggle and, you spend the rest of the night together. showering together again, cooking together again, playing karaokes together again. and of course, he didn't slept on the couch. but in your warm embrace which he's sure he'll never leave.
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Hi there,
I love your writings! I never sent an ask before, and I'm sure you have plenty of requests, but your works are incredible, so anything you choose to write about is bound to be amazing!
I was wondering if you would consider doing more 18+ headcannons for the ROTTMNT Boys, like you did for Leo? The idea that they all fall for the reader for different reasons sounds intriguing š¤¤
Random Headcanons About Donatello (18+)
Rise!Donatello x reader
A/N: I decided to write one for Donnie, because other than this, I have nothing one Rise Donnieš Hope youāll like this, and will satisfy some of you Donnie people out thereš
Warnings: Talk of masturbation, a little bit of intimate instints.
Donnie was never been much of a big flirt, nor had he ever had much interest in anything romantic. To him, it felt like a waste of time. Those kinds of feelings never came easy to him, so it was kind of hard for him to fit it into his life.
But of course Donnie felt bodily needs. He was a living being after all. But he had never tied it to any emotions of love or attraction. No, to him it had always been a natural thing he needed to get done. Something his body needed, a part of his nature. Science and biology in its natural habitat. So when he felt the need, he would hide himself away in his room, and make quick work with his hands on himself, until he didnāt feel the growing neediness in his member anymore.
He never bothered to spend much time thinking about these things. He never bothered spending time thinking about what he was into, when it came to a partner. Because why would he do that? He wasnāt looking for a partner, so why would he try to figure out what his ideal partner would be like? Sounded like a stupid thing to do in his opinion.
These things didnāt change straight away when you entered Donnieās life. Donnie did not feel any different when he and his brothers started to hang out with you. You were a nice friend and Donnie did enjoy spending time with you. But that was just that. You were just a friend, and Donnie didnāt want it to be any other way. No more. No less.
But slowly but surely, things between the two of you would change.
As time went on, you and Donnie would get closer, slowly becoming best friends. That meant you and the purple genius would often spend time alone together, getting to know each other on a deeper level. You just understood Donnie, and you never struggled or clashed with his way of being, like his brothers would from time to time. However, there would be small things that you did, that slowly would make Donnieās heart flutter. It was how you seemed to understand his sometimes non-verbal communication, how you easily learned his way of organizing, and his other small quirks.
The realization that Donnie had developed feelings for you, hit him like a wall of bricks. It happened one late night, as Donnie sat in his lab, hunched over his work, his thoughts running as he worked. His thoughts floated towards you and your beautiful smileā¦ Hmm, oddā¦ But you did have a beautiful smile. Anyway, back to workā¦ You also did have a very nice voiceā¦ Donnie really liked your voice. It made him happy to hear it whenever you were aroundā¦ Snap out of it Donnie! Youāre working!... When did Donnie last see you anyway? A few days ago, when you and him had decided to watch that movie together. And you were wearing those jeans that really fitted your butt and thighs so well. So well that Donnie for a short moment, wished he could just reach out to touch them. That was the moment Donnie dropped what he had in his hand, his eyes wide when he realized what was going on.
Donnie, much to his own surprise, now found himself spending much time dreaming and wondering about love. He thought of you, what it would be like to be with you, both emotionally and physically. He wondered what you liked, and if you would ever look at him in the same way. And for the first time, Donnie found himself touching himself, not just because of his needs, but because of what your beautiful being did to him.
And for the first time Donnie found himself interested in romance, and it wouldnāt take long before he slowly put in the work, in order to win you and your love over.
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i was just minding my business like scrolling to find new fics to read since i was so so bored and while i was finding some delicious fics (ahem ahem: yandere big brother bakugou x little sister reader) ur post suddenly idk the word (lumitaw (its a filo word)) and i was screaming and immediately dropped what i was supposed to read to read yours ššš
i got the worst memory ever to exist because i keep forgetting their names but i think i'll grasp them once the next chapter is out (hopefully) but yeaaah!!! baris reminds me of abbas in a way but ig he's a bit more.. brute yk what im talking about????? ig he's ok..
OH! and i have a theory about the painting, y/n's face getting smudged maybe because baldwin or SALAUDDIN decided to smudged it to forget how they look due to heartbroken (prob not baldwin,, but i feel like salauddin would do that ??) i guess im getting married again šš i feel like im betraying my pookie salauddin ššššš BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE SNOW!!!! AMAZING AS ALWAYS!! can't wait for the next one already!! ššš i think i'll send more of my thoughts if something crosses over my mind (prob when im in the shower)
ooohh i like your theory(portrait pictures at the end). i like it a lot. expanding on it:
Baldwin would probably cause the painting to be smudged because he's kissing it, kissing your lips, drunk off his mind, tears streaming down his cheek as he spends hours sitting in front of it, talking to the painting as if u still exist, begging u to come back from heaven, even apologising for all he's done, just please- come back, angel...
Meanwhile Salauddin would probably be staring at your portrait angrily. He understands why you had to leave but.... you couldnt have told him where you were goinh? Do you not think he couldve protected you? He wouldve used his whole army, gathered Muslims from all around the world to protect you. Did you... did you not have the least bit faith in him? deep down, he knows u did this to prevent a war between him and baldwin but.... Salauddin wouldve gone to war for you. Happily. This wasnt your decision to make alone. Now, he stands in front of your portrait, he has it in his palace now, and he doesnt say voice it out like baldwin, but he has complaints. HE keeps them inside, mentally talking to you, telling you just how stupid you were for sacrificing yourself, for jumping off that stupid cliff. How u shouldve just- just asked him for help ONCE, and he wouldve fought until his last breath if it meant keeping u safe. In his mind, u sacrificed yourself to protect Baldwin from murdering innocent muslims or anyone else u wouldve seeked help from.
And now? All Salauddin can do is pray for you. He wakes up late into the night and sits on the prayer mat, making dua for you for hours, reading Quran for you, has animals slaughtered on eid on your behalf, even doing charity and hajj (pilgrimage) on your behalf, just so that you can have more good deeds in your name. He still has the chess board u gifted him, but he's stopped playing chess. He never played the game again, it was only a painful reminder of you. The one person who he could never beat.
As for your painting, why it was smudged? Salauddin didnt want anyone to see your beauty, thats why he kept the portrait hidden in his room, but then he feared that one day when he's not around anymore, someone will see you. So, he used a rag soaked in turpentine to smudge your face, but couldnt do more than just the bottom half of your face. He thought that was fine, after all, thats how u did often appear when you were around, wearing a niqaab, a veil that covered your face.
Now that he looks at your eyes, he realises his mistake. He heard the wise tell him-
"Eyes are the windows to the soul."
He now knows it to be true.
This is what I think the portraits look like:
Notice that this is the earrings Salauddin gifted Y/n when she was in the market with him:
How Baldwin's been:
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Nights Like This: Part One
Roman x black!oc
Warnings: language, fluff, smut
Word count: 2.2k
a/n: this was originally planned as a one shot, but iām indecisive as hell, so i guess weāll see š. also, tiny reminder but this is my first time writing fan fiction/ smut, so please go easy on me guys š
Zoe canāt fathom a better way of spending her birthday, this is truly all she could ever ask for. While sheāll never understand how she got so lucky to have Roman in her life in the first place, words canāt even begin to describe what this man means to her. Zoe in no shape or form is a materialistic person, yet somehow every year Roman manages to go all out and spoil her with shit she doesnāt need, but is still extremely grateful for.
And while this amazing day of shopping and sightseeing in Colorado is coming to an end, sheās exhausted and more than excited to get back to the hotel and gain some energy back before going out to dinner. She tryās her absolute best to ignore the fact that her feet feel worn out and in immense pain, her pride wonāt allow her to show it, so she decides to keep it to herself. Especially, since Romanās know-it-all ass told her not to wear boots with heels in the first place, but, she hates being wrong and would rather die than give him that satisfaction.
The walk to the car felt fucking eternal, Zoe couldnāt help but to sigh in relief once she was finally able to sit down. After Roman cut on the engine, he took a minute to study her, letting out a small chuckle, āI know youāre in pain baby, you donāt gotta hide it.ā She immediately shot a glare at him, and rolled her eyes, āIām not in pain, just tired.ā
āYou sure about that?, because when you came out of the bathroom earlier, I couldāve sworn it looked like you were limpingā¦ā, he teased. Zoeās mouth dropped, and she playfully slapped his shoulder.
āFirst of all, I wasnāt limping. I was just very inspired by that Katt Williams show we watched, and decided to practice my own pimp walkā¦ā
He couldnāt help but to let out a loud chuckle and defeatedly threw his hands in the air, āOh so thatās what weāre doing huh?ā One of the many things that Roman loves about Zoe, is her sense of humor. No matter what mood he was in, or what he was going through, she never failed to make him laugh. Roman knew her stubborn ass was lying through her teeth, but it was her birthday after all, so he decided to let it go and let her have this win.
The drive back was over an hour long, and while the beginning of the car ride was full of conversation and laughter between the two, the heater made Zoe feel extremely warm and cozy, which ended in her falling asleep.
When they finally arrived to the hotel, Roman gently ran his fingers through her hair, swiping some behind her ear, hoping he would wake her up without startling her, āWeāre here, baby.ā
āShit, I donāt even remember dozing off,ā she muttered. Roman smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her forehead. āIām tired too, letās go take a nap.ā Damn this man knows the key to her heart, she will never deny herself an opportunity of taking a good ass nap.
They eventually make it back to their hotel room, and as they are about to unlock their door, the fucking hotel key card starts glitching again. After multiple failed attempts, and seeing red blinks over and over again, they eventually were able to get in.
The first thing Zoe does when she makes it in the suite, is kick her stupid ass boots off. There is nothing she wants more in this moment than getting out of this outfit. As sheās digging through the drawer trying to find some comfortable clothes to change into, she suddenly feels his warm chest press against her back. He slowly wraps his big arms around her waist, his tall frame now towering over her. She couldnāt help but to let out a soft moan when she felt his breath on her neck, his prickly beard making his was down her collarbone, his soft lips showering her with gentle kisses. Her knees were growing weaker by the second, but as good as this felt, she wanted to talk to him first.
āThank you, Roman,ā she says, and before he starts to tell her she doesnāt need to thank him, like he always does she rushes and cuts him off. āEven though you never listen to me when I say I donāt need anything, the effort you make truly means to the world to me. I just wish youād let me do the same for you.ā
Roman turns her around to face him, he uses his thumb and index finger to gently guide her face to look at him. āZo, I donāt need anything , I just need you. I need you to understand that there is no me without you. As long as I have you, there aināt shit else Iāll ever want, or need.ā
Zoe knows how Roman feels about her, but itās something about hearing him express it, that makes her tear up. She grabs his face, pulling him in by his beard and kisses him. āI love you, baby.ā He puts his hand on the small of her back and presses her towards him. āI love you more, but we should go take this nap before your ass gets cranky.ā
ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..
Zoe was the first to wake up, seeing he was still in a deep sleep, she decided to quietly step away and take off her makeup that she shouldnāt have slept with in the first place.
As soon as she stepped out the bathroom and glanced towards the bed, she saw he was awake. Roman looked at her and gave that mischievous ass grin he gives when he's about to be on demon time. āCome here,ā he motioned her over with his fingers, his hair was now resting on his shoulders fully out of his bun. His voice was groggy as hell from just waking up, sheād be lying if she didnāt admit how extremely turned on she was.
She wasted no time and climbed on top of his hulking body, straddling him and almost immediately feeling his erection through the thin fabric of her pants. āLooks like someone is excited to me,ā she chuckled. āBaby, iām always excited to see you,ā he whispered, while lightly squeezing her ass. She began to kiss his jaw and slowly made her way down to his neck, making a trail down his chest and abs. As she started to reach for the hemline of his boxers, he flipped her over so that he was now on top of her.
āNah baby, let me take care of you,ā he growled. Before she could protest, Roman got up, took off his shirt and walked towards the foot of the bed. This had her slightly confused, but before she could ask why he got up, he grabbed her by the thighs and slid her down to the edge of the bed. His fingers gripped the top of her pants and underwear, she watched him as he eagerly pulled them down. Propping herself on her elbows, she was now staring at his hair draped over his tan broad shoulders.
Romanās warm breath over her exposed pussy, made her more soaked than she already was. He teased his finger up and down her wet lips, causing her to instantly moan. āMmm, daddy please.ā She started to grip the back of his head when he stuck two fingers in, her hips subconsciously bucking forward once he started to curl them towards her g spot.
āPlease what, baby?,ā he groaned and started to pick up the pace, her pussy already dripping and squelching for him. āmmm p-please eat my pussy,ā she whimpered.
āAnything you want baby, doesnāt daddy always make you feel good?ā Roman flattened his tongue on her needy clit, and started licking and sucking on her essence. āYou taste so fucking good baby.ā Her panting becomes heavier and heavier as he feasted on her, almost as if he was starving. The combination of him eating her out and fingering her while hitting that spot, had her on the edge of coming.
āf-fuck baby iām gonna come.ā Her pussy was clenching around his fingers, he could feel it. āCome for me, right on my tongue baby,ā he used his free hand to grip her thigh and bring her even closer.
Zoe, felt like she was on another fucking planet. As he brung her even closer, she used her grip on his head and started to grind her pussy against his face. āJust like that baby, give it to me,ā he moaned. She let out a loud scream as her orgasm took over, her body jerked as Roman kept devouring her pussy while she rode her orgasm out.
āSuch a good girl, baby.ā He made his way back on top of her, and gave her a sloppy sensual kiss. Tasting herself on his tongue, made her want to come all over again.
While Zoe was catching her breath, still recovering from her earth shattering orgasm, Roman got up and brung her a rag from the bathroom and helped her clean herself. She watched him, eyeing his God like physique that sheās convinced sheāll never get used to.
Roman stood up and kissed her temple, āIām gonna be on the balcony for an hour or so baby, Iām behind some meetings, so I gotta go make some calls.ā
āThatās okay, I have some emails I gotta catch up on too.ā As Roman heads out the back door, Zoe goes to sit at the desk in the corner of the suite and starts to catch up on some work emails that sheās been ignoring. Not even 15 minutes in, and sheās already bored out of her mind. She closes her laptop and decides to do something productive. Other than actual work of course, because thatās obviously boring as hell.
Boom. An idea hits her. Zoe decides that she is going downstairs to talk to the hotel receptionist, and ask if they can do something about their annoying ass key card that barely fucking works. She starts by tearing the room apart looking everywhere she can think of. Roman was the last person that had it, and as much as sheād like to ask him, she knows she canāt bother him during his important meetings.
The first place she thinks to check is his wallet, when she sees itās not there she moves on to the next spot, which was the drawers next to his side of the bed. Fail. Shits not there either, and after scrummaging around the whole suite for damn near twenty minutes, she was thinking of giving up. And thatās when her memory hits. His fucking duffle bag. Roman tends to work out twice a day, and lately heās been making sure to put the key card in his duffle bag before he leaves, simply because his over dramatic self canāt seem to let go of that one time he forgot it, and Zoe had slept through his phone calls and loud ass knocks.
Zoe goes to grab the duffle bag from the closet and opens it, she unzips the small pouch in the inside and immediately spotted the key card, she couldnāt help but to let out a small sigh of relief. As she goes to pull it out, something falls out and she hears a small thud. Looking down, shiny gold wrappers immediately catch her eye. She bends down and examines what turns out to be, two magnum condoms that are now on the floor.
Her mind starts racing, and she immediately begins to go through his bag. As she starts to pull his clothes out, she stumbles across an empty condom wrapper that had clearly been used. What the fuck. In this exact moment Zoe felt her heart drop in her fucking stomach, her eyes instantly becoming watery. She has been with Roman for over two years, and not once have they ever used a fucking condom. And itās in remembering this specific fact, that sends her into full panic. She starts crying uncontrollably not knowing what to do, as much as she would like to go outside and confront his lying ass, the thought of having to look at him makes her sick to her fucking stomach. Who the fuck is he using these on?
Her chest starts to feel tight, and she knows she needs to leave before he comes back inside. Zoe puts on her coat and grabs her purse, throwing her phone inside it. She runs out of the room and gets on the nearest elevator as fast as she can. Once she makes it to the main lobby, she beelines outside and manages to get a taxi within five minutes. She quickly put her phone on silent, knowing Roman would call and text her nonstop once he realized she was gone.
Zoe doesnāt even have a sliver of an idea on what the hell she was going to do. The only thing she knew in this exact moment, was the fact that she had to get the fuck out of here, and fast.
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can i suggest a fic where beomgyu is helping take the readerās mind off a bad breakupā¦. by fucking the living SHIT out of her NDJDNDJDJDJ
while i fuck you straight | c.bg
warnings; hard dom best friend!gyu, sub!reader, unprotected + pullout method, breeding kink, a spank or two, praise + degradation (mostly praise), slut shaming, rough marking, a tinge of possessiveness, friends w/ benefits, no romantic feelings involved (or are there?), ruined orgasm, princess pet name, beomgyus an insatiable manwhore lol, needy perv gyu with a lot of spit play, fingering, titty sucking hehe, literal messy filth and also barely proofread on my end
a/n; have to thank jazmine with all my heart for proof reading and giving suggestions, i love you so much š @heart2beom this shouldnāt be a big deal as it is, but it is my first time writing full on dom beomgyu so it is this mini celebration for me and all the dom!gyu enthusiasts (i hope) š reblogs are appreciated, keeps me going
You held your phone above your face, scrolling mindlessly through your socials, though subconsciously, you were really just awaiting a call from your boyfriend. Well, now ex-boyfriend. It's already been a week since you got dumped but no matter what went down that day, you couldn't get over him.
It was pitiful every time you jumped up from your bed at a notification just to find it was in fact not your ex asking to take you back and ...just a random spam email.
Beomgyu had his back against your bed, legs sprawled on the floor, also on his phone. You guys had run out of things to talk about when every conversation spun its way back to your ex- Seen that new marvel movie? You wanted to watch it with your boyfriend. That professor just got fired! You remember your boyfriend used to complain about that class. Gosh, you donāt think youāll ever get over him.
"You're miserable." Beomgyu suddenly brings up.
You groan, as you repeatedly refresh your feed. "Gee, thanks Beomgyu. That definitely doesn't make me ten times more miserable."
He lets his head fall back on your bed, looking up at you through an upside down lens, abandoning his phone. āNo, like truly miserable. Iāve never seen you so up and dry andā¦sober. Be young, live a little.ā
You narrow your eyes at him, looking past your phone for the first time in a while. āā¦You talk like youāre 80 years old, about to retire and wallow in self pity, having experienced all there is to life. Thanks Gyu but no thanks.ā
āIām an old soul Y/N.ā He says patting his chest, and you roll your eyes. Not necessarily refuting it, itās his entire personality. āWhereās the chick I used to know anyway. The old Y/N wouldāve been over this in a day with a quick hookup rebound.ā
You finally put your phone down, staring up your ceiling. He was totally right. Who else would be right about you if not Beomgyu? But you donāt want to think about your old self, or youād start sobbing again. Not like you were a totally great person, but that person wouldnāt be so stuck on someone. Anything but being the lovesick, doting person you wouldāve made fun of just a year ago. God, he really changed you hadnāt he?
You kick your feet, whining, falling into the abyss of treasured memories. āYou donāt understand, he was different, heāhe was the one, you know?ā
He ponders for a bit, room silent, staring at you through his soft lashes, and you think that maybe heāll give it you; sympathize and understand that grieving was the entire process of a first love. The silence is suffocating when finally, he lets out a light scoff, cutting through it. āNo, no I donāt know. Bet you just got soft.ā
āGod, fuck you Beomgyu.ā
He grins his stupid grin that the situation definitely doesnāt call for, āYou wish.ā
You think if he wasnāt with you through thick and thin for the past four years, you wouldāve definitely developed some sort of hatred.
You could visibly notice a lightbulb spark above his head with the way he immediately sits up straight. āHey, hey wait.ā
You tentatively watch as he turns his back away from you, laying both his arms on the soft cushion of your mattress. āI think I mightāve just had the best idea ever. Of the century. The idea of the century.ā
āI highly doubt that.ā You say, blindly feeling the surface for your phone already.
āJust hear me out,ā he whines noticing your eagerness to dismiss him. āBut also donāt freak out or anything. Promise me.ā
You stare at him, hesitant before you give in to his doe eyes. Sighing, you say: āOkay. I promise I wonāt āfreakā out. Whatās your groundbreaking idea?ā
āWe should likeā¦ fuck.ā
Your brows are slow to raise, the rapidness of your blinking at what you think you just heardāno, not think, know. Beomgyuās voice, loud and clear with his diction, your eyes widen at the final click of it all. Before you know it, youāre reaching for the pillow behind you, flinging it at him with all strength.
Itās like he predicted it prior, dodging oneā¦ and then another as you throw all remaining pillows on your bed. Instead of missing with your last one, you decide to hold on to it, and attack him with it. His smug demeanor of successfully dodging everything just a second ago, dissipates as he takes cover for protection. āAre you fuckingāare you crazy?!ā you yell exapserated, more than awake with your wide eyes.
āYa! Youāyou promised you wouldnāt freak out!ā When that doesnāt stop your mania with the damn pillow, he decides to lay it all out with as much speed as he canāt seem to escape your wrath. āYou want to forget him donāt you? I mean, you should! He dumped you, itās over! Sulking over him isāOw! So out of character for youāfuckāI promise a one time fuck would get your mind off him.ā
Your pillow is mid air, and Beomgyu opens an eye to peek, hands still in protection modeāyou sigh, landing a weak hit on his head before loosening your grip. You do want to forget. Youād do anything to get rid of what youāre feeling. Butā¦
āItāit wouldnāt change anything for me. If thatās a worry. You know that no matter what, youāre my best friend.ā He finds his footing, collecting himself, looking at you with intensity you could date back to just a few times over the course of your very long friendship. āSomeone I care about. I canāt stand seeing you hurt and not being able to do anything. You know that.ā
You bite down on your lip, staring at the familiar boy with his familiar brown bed of hair, and his familiar eyes, lipsā¦How fast did he get you to actually give this a thought? Probably a minute or two. Beomgyu had a way with convincing you to do ā¦anything. āIā¦know. But what if, what if Iām still head over heels in love with him? What if it doesnāt change anything for me?ā
A grin gradually takes over his face, one that is once again, not fitting for the situation. āWhyāwhy are you smiling like an idiot? This isāā
āItāll change.ā
You knit your brows together. āWhat?ā
You donāt notice the way Beomgyuās hand slowly inched to yours but suddenly, his palm was over your hand, squeezing it just a bit. āHaving sex with me is a once in a life time opportunity. Youāll forget him. I promise.ā
If you werenāt so lost in his eyes, as clichĆ© as it sounds, you wouldāve been completely taken outāprobably a joke on his sheer confidence because who just says that? But heās so ā¦hypnotizing as you donāt even take notice of the āokayā that leaves your lips.
āOkay?ā
āYeah.ā You exhale, āOkay. Weāre adults. This wonāt matter in a few weeks. Letās do it.ā
Beomgyu doesnāt hesitate for more than a few seconds before he was on your bed, crashing his lips on yours, a brief taste of strawberry lip balm, knocking a breath out of you until he slows down, testing the waters, then he stops, noses brushing against each other as he searches for something in your eyes, breathing already heavy, āIs this weird? Was that weird?ā
You gulp looking down on his already glistening lips, and you nod. āTheāthe situation, not ā¦the kiss. Fucking your best friend is an odd situation. The kissā¦the kiss was good.ā You ramble, your voice barely a whisper but he catches it anyway as you take notice of a small smile before heās kissing you again, hands once cupping your cheeks already moving down to your tits, ministrating gentlyāevery bit of his action seemed careful, too careful for what you know of the things your friends had told you in heated rants and swoons.
Half of the dictionary could be used to describe Beomgyu, and promiscuous was not an exclusion. You could probably say you already fucked him with the headache inducing details about what being with him in bed was like. Which is why youāre nervous as hell right now. From what you know, Beomgyu wasā¦ a lot. More than you could handle now, after an entire year of keeping yourself to one man.
āJaehyun was worried about you. Was worried about what youād do to me.ā You blurt out randomly when Beomgyusā moved to peppering feathery kisses along your jawline. He hums against your skin, then stops for a second to whisper, āHe was?ā
You could feel the smirk on his lips, opening his mouth a tiny amount to slightly suck on your neck at the process of your wordsāof course Beomgyu would get an ego boost from this. āWhy?ā
Beomgyu is practically suffocating with how little space heās giving you, body flush against flush, your chest heaving the rougher he increasingly gets with his marking, his sly hand down to rub between your thighs, right at your core.
āSaid you only wanted to get into my pantsāh-ha shit, slow down, slow down Gyu.ā You were getting teary eyed by his increased speed, friction against your sweats getting you wetter by the second whenever the pad of his finger teased your slit. āYou know heāhe asked me to stop hanging around you b-becauseāā
None of this was new to Beomgyu, your past boyfriends have always been worried about him for the exact reasonāthat heād convince you to let him fuck you, because apparently women canāt have male best friends without it being more than platonic. But ā¦you guess you arenāt really proving them any wrong now with the way you were letting him have his way, marking messy purple splotches all over, in hungry predatory manner, getting rougher and rougher by the second. You gasp when he abuses the same spot he just visited a few seconds ago, āBeomgyu!ā
āBecause?ā
He presses on your aching core, pending you with the question. He didnāt seem as happy as he was with his smugness prior. āBecause he thinks youāre a sleaze.ā
An incredulousā mean chuckle from the back of his throat and suddenly his hand was down your panties, abandoning the long game of teasing in matter of seconds. He doesnāt touch you though, which only proves to make you more insane. āThatās dumb. Do you think Iām a sleaze?ā You shiver, his deep voice so close to your ears, breath fanning against your cool skināyour eyes could go sore from how hard youāre shutting them closed.
You refuse to give it all to him, it makes you feel embarrassed and small. A new, foreign feeling you never thought youād experience with Beomgyu of all people. āI-in some ways, yes.ā
Not a satisfying response from you, he clicks his tongue like you were a misbehaving child, āYouāre really annoying, you know that?ā
You donāt get a chance to retort before you feel the pad of his finger prodding your pussy, then moving to gather your wetness.
Suddenly, he freezes his movement, pulling back from your neck, looking at you with an amused glint to his dark eyes. āShit, youāre fucking drenched. And I barely did anythingāā
You think heās making fun of you so your cheeks quickly flush red, already putting up walls of defence but then he kisses you in the heat of the moment, wiping your frown away and youāre finding yourself reciprocating without a second thoughtāthe kiss so sloppy and messy, string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away out of breath. āFuck, thatās so hot princess. Youāre so hot.ā He breathes in awe of the spitāhe truly is the biggest perv.
āSpread your legs for me.ā he groans, trying to get better access to your pussy. You obey, admittedly a little slow, but who can blame you? It feels embarrassing regardless of who, but itās ten folds with your best friend. āMoreee.ā he whines, and god you wish you could slap himācan he not see that youāre trying?
āBeomgyuāā
Your voice gets cut off, gasping when he takes it upon himself to pull down your sweatpants with a quick swift motion, taking it off completely, revealing your patterned underwearāand god, now youāre hiding your faceā¦everything was so embarrassing. He takes a second to examine the wet dark spot right in the middle, proof to what he felt earlier, but then you kick your feet. āStop staring freak!ā you shriek.
You can see through the cracks of your fingers the smirk he has on, looking at you with so much intensity you think youād melt. He reaches out to grab your hand and put it down, even through your resistance, you couldnāt match his strength to your dismay. āI wanna see your face. Have to let me see you fall apart on my fingers like a little slut.ā
Youāre scandalized at his wording, your cheeks once again quickly heating up. But you let him part your timid legs anyway, big hands gripping the softness of your thighs, spreading your legs as much as he possibly could, to the point you felt yourself cramp up. But even with whines of protest he doesnāt ease upābunching your panties to the side, impatient when finally he inserts a digitāexperimental with his movement before you hear him groan out a curse. āYouāre so tight holy shit, did he even fuck you?ā
āActually, donāt answer that. I donāt wanna know.ā
Your senses are already overflowing, you could feel his hard on, his erection pressed on your bare skin, youāre hyper aware of the finger inside youāslender and slow with expertise as he pushes in and out, talking to you as if you could respond with anything more than restrained mewls. āMaybe dating him was good, then you had to be monogamous and not whore around with every guy you laid eyes on like you used to.ā
āI-I never whored aroundāshit.ā He suddenly speeds up, a merciless grin spread on his faceādid he find messing with you funny?
āYes you did. It was a new guy everyā¦it was weekly, wasnāt it?ā
You shake your head at his accusations, tears brimming when his mouth finds it use, suckling harshly on your nipples through your flimsy topāyour body extra sensitive with the way you spasm on a singular finger. He pumps in two without warning and you yelp, hand reaching out to grab at his hair. You swear you could cum just from the stretch. āStop denying it, youād do anything for dick. Iām surprised you stayed so long with that bitch. Was he any good?ā
One thing you wonāt do is tell Beomgyu details of your sex life with your ex. You refuse. But Beomgyu is stubborn, and he isnāt one to give up so easily. Especially if he feels like youāre withholding information from him. āTell me.ā
āIām not telling you anything.ā
He raises his eyebrows in mocking shock, āNo way. He never made you cum?ā
Your nostrils flair from pure embarrassment and shock. Howād he know? You quickly try to control your expressions, masking it to not give him a hint that his guess was right, but he knew you too well. You hate that. Especially now.
āCanāt believe youāre hung up on a manāfuck, baby are you close? Hung up on a man that never made you orgasmāshit,ā He breathes, rubbing his clothed dick on your thigh, getting off at the sight of your face. You really are falling apart. āDonāt worry princess, Iāll take care of you.ā
You tighten your hold on his hair, feeling yourself get close as you grind down on his fingers, chasing your high, choosing for your sanity to ignore all his sweet talkings.
āGyu, gyu I-Iām gonnaāNoāno-why? God, fuck you, youāre such aāsuch a dickhead!ā
Beomgyu just ruined your orgasm by completely taking out his fingers, you could practically cry out of frustration and yet he didnāt seem the least bit sorry. Instead, he makes a show of licking his fingers, the ones he just had in you, swirling his tongue and sucking them clean while making direct eye contact. You cower a little but still keep your eyes on him. Now you arenāt sure if you could stay as bitter.
You blink rapidly to collect yourself, because holy shit, youāre getting weak forā¦Beomgyu. āWhyād you do that? I was close Gyu.ā you say exasperated.
He unbuckles his jeans, āI said Iād take care of you, just trust me.ā Zipping down his pants, heās quick to drop it down to his knees before completely abandoning them on the floor.
He flings his cock out of the restrictions of his boxers and youāre practically drooling at the pretty sight. He isnāt the biggest youāve seen but he definitely has the girthāhis tip leaking pre cum down his length, hands trying to lube it with his spit. āBeomgyu, condom.ā
āI donāt have one.ā He breathes, already on you as he lays wet kisses down your collarbones before he gets irritated with your shirt and takes it off, revealing your bare tits. āGod, youāre so sexy.ā He drawls, sucking hickeys all over your chest in hunger.
You wish you didnāt have to, but you resist his touch and in turn he lets out an annoyed whine, his voice vibrating against your exposed skin. āBeomgyu, we canātāwe need a condom.ā
He sticks out his bottom lip in a pout, the cutest youāve seen him this entire day. āIāll pull out, I promise. Please, I need you right now.ā
In that moment of weakness, his tone so needy, as if he really did need you made you feel some sort of powerālike you were the hottest, sexiest woman in the world. And so you bite your tongue, and trust Beomgyu to not ruin your life. Youāve done that quite a few times.
āSwear youāll pull out.ā
āYou donāt trust me?ā
āI do.ā You say with conviction. āI do, obviously. Itās just-ā
āI know. Take a breather for me. Said Iāll take care of you, didnāt I?ā
You could feel him lining up to your entrance, his tip prodding your hole, and youāre already getting desperate. āI did, didnāt I?ā
āYes.ā you breathe.
āStick your tongue out.ā
You do, not sure what to expect until Beomgyu spits, letting his saliva slowly fall down in your mouth. āSwallow.ā he demands, his low voice making you shiverādark eyes watching every twitch of your face intensely.
You gulp his saliva down your throat, obeying and suddenly his expression morphs into lust youāve never been met with before. You donāt even get to process it for longer, bask in the attention youāre getting before heās pressing your thighs to your body, pushing into you with a deep groanāfilling you up to the brim, your cunt not prepared for the aching stretch. You can feel each vein against your walls, you can feel his slight twitching, you can feel everything. āFuck, fuck youāre made for me. Youāre perfectāshit, youāre perfect princess.ā
āGyuāā you cry out, gripping the sheets under you. It was too much, too much for him to already start slamming his hips. āGyu whatāā youāre cut off by your own moan the moment he hits your g-spot, your face scrunched up, hot as you let out lewd sounds with no control of your own, throat strained already. It's not a surprise he manages to find it on his first try, despite it catching you off guard with the sudden wave of pleasure.
āShouldāve fucked you sooner. Get your little pussy molded just for my dick. You wouldāve liked that, right princess?ā He breathes out in a long winded babble, his hips unrelenting with each thrust, already quickly building up to be in erratic speed. Through your blurry vision you could see his eyes focusing down on the jiggle of your breasts lewdly, drool trickling down the edge of his lips, the brutal slapping sounds of them from his roughness getting his head light with ecstasy. Youāre more than aware of what he wanted to do when he lets your legs rest from the ache of angling them so high. Dirty pervert.
You canāt handle him playing with your tits again, you were too sensitive for anything more than youāre getting but you canāt find it in your throat to say anything before Beomgyu gives in to his lust, leaning down to attach his mouth to your sore nipple. Abusing it as he suckles harshly, muffled moans against your breasts.
His pace getting quicker, clearly getting off from sucking your nipples like a dumb baby. It was getting you embarrassingly close, your pussy clenching around his dick. āPrincess. My princess is soāmmfāso perfect.ā
āStop calling me that.ā You manage to squeak out. Hes been using that nickname the entire time, and though it was easy to ignore everything else, the nickname was affecting you more than youād like to admit.
He detaches from your tits, slowing his movement, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. āHuh? Princess? Why?ā
āHeāhe used to.ā
He blinks a few times before his lips draw into a sneer, clearly irritated and youāre about to backtrack, but itās too late. Your eyes fly wide open, breath stricken when he, with no mercy, picks up his speed again, drilling his dick so far into you, you think thereās probably a bulge showing through your stomachāits when you let the tears stream down, let yourself go as he fucks you dumb with each sharp thrust serving as a punishment. But for what exactly? For mentioning your ex? Did he hate him that much?
āYou can replace your memories of him with me princess. I know you can do that, Iāll make sure you do. Youāre my princess, and Iām the only one who can call you that. Remember that, yea?ā
You nod up and down, and he leans down to give your lips a peck, one then two then three until he loses it and it starts getting heated, tongue messily intertwining, spit exchanged in desperate action. Drilling his dick in and out your sopping pussy, squelching pornographic like sounds filling the roomāyou think youāre screaming at this point, mind too clouded to be fully present. Youāll definitely hear a word or two from your neighbors.
āFuck princess, are you close?ā he hisses, āIām close too, so close. Tell me when you get there baby, okay?ā
You manage to nod, pressure quickly building up
Suddenly you feel him force in a finger in your pussy, stretching you out to unimaginable degrees. āB-beomgyuāIām cumming, Iāmāā your panicked hands at the intense feeling reach out to grab at his chest, crumbling his shirtās fabric, using the last bit of your strained voice to moan his name, your orgasm so overwhelming you genuinely start seeing white, body shaking as you try to calm yourself down. āF-fuck.ā you breathe out.
The way you still clutch onto his arms pushes Beomgyu to his high too, quick to pull out of your gushing pussy before a mistake happened. It takes only two strokes before heās spurting his seed all over your tummy, biting down a groan, obsessively taking in each inch of your bodyās ruined state.
He did this. He ruined you.
The only thing filling the room being the heavy breaths of you both, Beomgyuās hair plastered onto his forehead from sweat, yours disheveled, a complete mess. Suddenly, a notification ding goes off, and your attentionās snapped to your side. āItās my phone.ā You awkwardly point out, noticing the light before reaching your arm to get it to you.
He doesnāt move from his position, still practically hovering over you. But you try not to focus too much on it, instead taking a quick look at your notification.
Your brows twitch in surprise at seeing the message on your lock screen. Fuck, itās your ex! Did he want you back? So miraculously? After fucking your best friend?
Without any thought, you unlock your phone, trying to skim where the ellipses left off. It was a long message andā
āWe just fucked. Canāt you wait a few minutes before going on your phoneā Are you texting Jaehyun?ā His warm smile turning to utter rage gets you stuttering.
āNo Iāwellāyes, butāā you fumble on your words, not knowing how to explainānot knowing why you feel like you should explain, but Beomgyu isnāt one to play around clearly, as he snatches your phone from your hand and throws it to god knows where before your bodyās turned around like it was nothing to Beomgyu, like you were some ragdoll. Pushing your hips up to have your ass up in the air with your face pushed into the sheets. āB-beomgyu wha..āā
Slap. Your whole body jerks at the impact of his hand, feeling yourself get teary eyed again. āBeomgyu what the hell?ā You shriek, trying to squirm from your position, your ass burning. Then you get another slap, and your legs start to shake, bottom lip wobbling at the painful feeling of his rings.
āI promised you Iād make you forget him. Clearly one fuck wasnāt enough to get your mind off that asshole.ā
Your panic only lasts a millisecond at feeling his tip for a second time before youāre abusing your throat again at the oversensitivity of having Beomgyuās dick slam into your pussy, fucking your juices back in. Heās rougher now, ten times rougher. Maybe this was what all your girlfriends were describing to you, the feeling of having Beomgyuās dick rut into you like wild feverish dog, fucking you like all you are is a pair of limbs, just for him to hound.
You canāt think straight, not a single word coming out of your mouth is intelligible, all slurred together dumbly as he ruthlessly digs his fingers in your hips, helping you find rhythm, your body reacting on its own as it syncs with his thrusts, moving your hips enough for him to let a hand go to the back of your head, further pushing you into the mattress, drool messy staining your white sheets, loud muffled wails filling the room.
āFuck, you like this donāt you? Getting fucked like a bitch?ā your hear him growl. You donāt know what comes out of your mouth, you donāt know anything right now, because you are being fucked like a bitch while thinking like one too, your nose running with your tongue uselessly out like something out of a porno. āShould I breed you like a bitch too? Huh? Will that make your pretty little head forget?ā
At that, you cum again, and he sneers, a mean laugh at noticing your orgasm, āYou want me to breed you princess? Make you round with my seed?ā he drawls each vowel mockingly like you were a dumb kitten and he had to explain a really simple conceptāstill ramming your cunt, not giving you a fair chance of responding.
Thatās how it goes for youāre not sure how long, Beomgyu switching positions to have your leg draped over his shoulder as he fucks you to oblivion, making you orgasm over and over again, before you really feel like you had blacken out at some point only to find yourself waking up to him still going at itāyour entire body sore, down to every inch, your nipples especially swollen from all his sucking. He never cums inside you, instead emptying his load all over your body, making you basically a show of his dried semen.
You trust him, even when his tendency to go far never died down no matter how much he got older. āYou awake?ā
You flutter your eyes open, a dark room, and Beomgyu. His face is abnormally close to yours. āWhat happened?ā your voice comes out very strained, your throat hard to use. Great, you entirely lost your voice.
āThink I mightāve had my balls inā¦too deep.ā
Even a chuckle hurts every bone in your body, holy shit, how were you going to go to work tomorrow?! āHey, donāt move around too much, I already cleaned you up. Just try to go back to sleep.ā
āI donāt feel sleepy. I canāt.ā
Beomgyu suddenly giggles, you could make out the cute small thing he does with his lips when he does. āWhat?ā you ask.
āYour voice sounds funny.ā
You groan, rolling your eyes. Of course heād find it funny. Maybe next time you should peg his ass and see how heād like to not speak for an entire week.
You feel his all too familiar hand laying on your cheek, and you subtly gulp. You donāt know if he heard. He probably did with how close you guys are, noses practically brushing against each other, his breathing all your hearing can pick up. āYou know Iām always here for you, right?ā
You nod, until you realize he might not be able to see you properly. āYes.ā
āGood.ā
He takes his hand off your cheek, then turns on his back, folding his arms over his chest, staring up the ceiling. So the room wonāt fall into an awkward silence, you say: āI have a question.ā
He shuffles a little on the bed, letting out a hum in acknowledgment. āWhat was the Iām perfect for you thing about? Weāre definitely not like, compatible or anything.ā
He laughs before he turns his head to you in disbelief. āAre you serious? Is that a serious question?ā
You nod, āDo I not sound serious?ā
āNo, you sound like you just had the best fuck of your life.ā You roll your eyes in good nature, though exasperated, you were exposed to too much of his ego in one day. If you had the strength and will to come up with something to level his ego down, you would. āItās called dirty talk if you must know the term fair maiden.ā
āGod, youāre so silly, Iām going to sleep.ā You withstand your pain to turn your back to him, groaning with each movement. But you canāt escape his wrath it seems, because he almost immediately snakes his arm around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, his heartbeat all you can here against your back. āCanāt I find you perfect? You know, likeā¦my dream girl. My princess.ā
You rapidly blink a few times trying to processāpast the deep rasp of his tired voice that you found yourself incredibly attracted toā his words and how it brewed big unfamiliar emotions, knowing now you wonāt be able to get a blink of sleep after this.
āCan I keep calling you that by the way? It really sticks.ā
Oh god, the last thing youāre going to do is self sabotage yourself even more and get yourself in a stickier situation than you already put yourself in. āNo, thatās definitely staying in the bedroom.ā
a/n: i have no idea how this reads, its basically bare of any editing so if the flow is a little choppy i sincerely apologize, i write at the golden time of 10pm-2am š
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If you can, could I request BEN Drowned fluff / smut headcanons like about himself, with his headcanon age, hobbies, facts, what he is into or would like & want in a relationship, and what he would be like with a gamer girlfriend/ s/o?
If ya taking requests rn still?āØššš
Ben Drowned general + NSFW hcs
A/N: yes!! absolutely. i love getting to talk about how the pastas do their pastaing in my mind. i have so many headcanons for everyone that im excited to share!! also sorry i forgot to include the gamer gf part but i don't think it would change a lot of what i wrote!!
btw sorry for fucking dying i have been busy šš but no one worry i will still continue to work on requests!! if anyone has any marble hornets stuff they wanna request i will zoom you to the front of the queue so fucking quick. anyways enough of me yapping.
cw: 18+ nsfw, toxic relationships, crying kink,
GENERAL
ben is mentally and physically 22, but he can be quite emotionally immature at times. when he died he never stopped growing and maturing, his soul was just stuck in limbo. think like the worst waiting room ever.
he's surprisingly tall, standing at about 5'9. he's lanky but not bone thin. could easily get pretty far in a fight without his ghost powers.
the link costume only appears when heās in his ghost form. so for example, when heās messing with someone on their computer heāll appear as the canon BEN weāre most familiar with. when heās just chilling in his physical body, he mostly wears beat up hoodies and sweatpants.
contrary to popular belief, ben's not the hardcore gamer everyone thinks he is. sure, he'll play some overwatch or whatever when he's bored but he honestly just prefers to watch tv and browse the internet. understandably REFUSES to play any zelda games. if you were trapped in a video game for decades would you ever wanna touch it again? exactly.
ben loves to draw little comics and troll (see: horrifically traumatize) people online. god forbid you get into twitter beef with this man because he will crawl through your monitor at 3am and leave you with a crippling fear of technology. dude thinks it's absolutely hilarious. a true knee slapper.
lowkey has a sugar addiction. will slam down 4 cans of pepsi in one sitting. he's very lucky that he's basically a ghost because the kidney stones would be plentiful.
ROMANTIC
you know that guy with the blown out speakers in his car, lives off of energy drinks and burnt blue razz ice elfbars, swears aphex twin is the modern mozart and works on the grill at your local wendyās? yeah thats ben. or at least would be him if he was still human.
āwhy would you need a chair, my lap is literally right here babe.ā
would absolutely wear your skin if given the opportunity. not in a weird way. heās just EXTREMELY touchy.
he needs someone who is significantly more organized and motivated than him. he can go almost a week without showering and it should honestly be considered biological warfare when he tries to smother you with affection during these episodes.
after awhile of you guys dating he LOVES the idea of yāall showering together. he has a fear of water and while showers arenāt too much of a trigger, your presence helps ease his anxiety.
favorite pet names: bro, dude, dawg, babe, bitch (non derogatory)
not really a romantic but he tries his best. a perfect date for him is just getting some takeout, watching youtube, talking about stupid shit and play fighting. if you want something more traditional or extravagant then heāll oblige to make you happy but those types of dates make him feel quite suffocated and nervous. try to save those for special occasions.
now letās talk about his problems because just like the other creeps he is ANGSTY.
heās probably the most emotionally stable and healthiest of the group but he definitely still has his toxic traits, after all this man is a ghost that mentally tortures and kills his victims through manipulation.
ben would never ever get physical with his partner no matter how enraged he is but he absolutely is the type to do some mental damage when he gets carried away. ben drowned? more like ben gaslighted.
the type to say some shit that would keep you up for years and then kiss you the next morning like the argument never happened. he finds it easier to ignore problems than to actively talk and fix them. youāre gonna have to teach him some important communication skills or else youāll grow to resent him after all the bottled up rage.
a bit too brutally honest and blunt for his own good so if you have thin skin the relationship would fall apart pretty quickly. he wants someone who can drag him twice as hard as he dragged you. bonus points if your insults are consistently funny as hell.
please watch anime with him and discuss it. he would propose on the spot, especially if you play with his hair.
pro player tip: if you want him to clean his disgusting room, help him and make it fun! he just needs a little push and motivation at times. and being around you makes him want to get his shit together.
big fan of late night make-out sessions. iām talking like 45 minutes straight of just slobbering on each otherās faces with tongues down throats. if you donāt want his hands running over every inch of your body then youāll probably have to chain him to the wall.
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okay. so heās a little inexperienced with his hands. heās just a slow learner. be vocal with him about what you like!!
ben's about 7inches and slightly skinnier than average but he will have you seeing stars in record time. the dick game is no joke. he tends to go fast and deep most times.
i can see him being a switch in the idgaf-as-long-as-iām-fucking way. dude will go with the flow and will try mostly anything.
definitely one of the least aggressive pastas during sex. he has sadistic tendencies but heās more of a edge/overstimulate you until you cry versus a beat the shit out of you and rip hair out of your scalp type. heās pretty vanilla given his occupation.
despite his love of roasting the fuck out of you on a daily basis, the only words that come out of this manās mouth is heavenly praise. he looks at you like youāre the most gorgeous being on the planet and heāll let you know it.
he loves to whisper praises into your ear while you ride him.
he's more of a receiver than a giver when it comes to oral. he'll absolutely spend hours between your legs if given the chance but nothing beats the sight of you on your knees and teary eyed with his length in your mouth.
he can be a bit of a head pusher but just let him face-fuck you every now and then, hearing his loud moans will be worth it.
did i mention how much of a crying kink this man has? you guys could be on round three and if he stares at your teary eyed fucked-out face for longer than 10 seconds he'll immediately get hard again. you'll have to beg him to give your poor body a break.
he's also into choking but only if he's the one doing it. if you try to restrict his breathing he'll panic and the mood would get ruined.
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warnings: bad writing, as usual, some characters may seem ooc, I apologize, pet names, some might dislike those
summary: You wake him up in the middle of the night with some nonsense
characters: RSA, NRC Staff and Rollo x GN!Reader
word count: 1,995
a/n: some are shorter or longer, it's just that I find some characters hard to write or I write them like I view them :) I HOPE YOU ALSO HAVE A VEEEERY NICE DAY TOO!
Chenya
The sound of your voice draws his attention to you. His breath hitches as he tries to stay asleep. He does not respond, instead he remains still as a statue. It is as if he wants to hear every word you have to say. And he wants to keep sleeping.
"Chenya, Chenya, Chenya, Chenya...Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker." Your voice cuts through the quiet. Your words pull him out of a dream.
He opens his eyes, and he looks straight at you and whines. "Why you gotta pull my full naaaaame...jus' wanna sleeeep..." "Yesterday I saw a motorcycle on the sun kissing the curtains in a cow." He blinks, utterly baffled by your words. His brow furrows and he is at a complete loss with how to respond. Finally, he settles on a simple and tired, "Wha-?" "What I said." You are utterly illogical. It makes it nearly impossible for him to comprehend you.
Your mind is fascinating, weird. You're fucking dumb sometimes.
His lips twitch upwards. That's why he loves you.
"You make no sense, ya know." He signs hard, rubbing his eyes. "And ya woke me up for that bullshit...you gotta pay me back, you better."
Neige
The sound of your voice is so familiar, and the words hit him like a wave of cool air while he's asleep. His body shifts as he starts to respond in the depths of his sleep.
"Wha-" He starts to say, his words faltering on the cusp of waking. "Cutie are you...is everything okay?" he asks groggily, a bit of sleep still clinging to him. If he could blush in his slumber, he would have been scarlet in shame for how his words slurred and garbled on his tongue. He slowly sits up, looking more worried than ever.
"I just saw a chicken picking up McDonald's at the gas station for detention." The words catch him off-guard once more, and he stares at you with a small confused smile on his face. He tries to process what you've said, but finds it impossible without more explanation.
His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and he tilts his head to the side, looking way to adorable for his own good. His confusion soon gives way to a brief chuckle, and he smiles widely and nods, still processing your words.
"That's such a nice story!...You should tell me the ending tomorrow though..." and with that he pulls you back against him and pets your head gently before both of you fall back asleep. He's still confused tho...
Rollo
He begins to stir, slowly waking to consciousness. His eyes dart around the room, his vision blurred and unfocused as he sits up. "Mmm, yes?" Rollo could never be mad if you woken him up for a reason, a good reason.
"I forgot to tell you that the telephone told me about the flying elephant with rainbow eyes and silver shoes." Rollo raises one eyebrow at first, thinking you're playing a trick on him. The joke is too outlandish to be real. Even this is to stupid for you.
But seeing that you're serious, he has no idea what to say. He is speechless. Oh...so you are that dumb huh? At this point the lord can't save him anymore.
"Is...that so?" he finally asks. "Yes!" Rollo stares at you incredulously as you continue. Every detail you describe is nonsensical and unrealistic. But his gaze remains firmly fixed on yours, and his thoughts are blank.
He struggles to understand why you woke him up. Is this a game? He is utterly puzzled. And his annoyance is starting to seep in. But the look in your eyes is magnetic, and it is difficult for him to hold his frustration. He sighs, "You...you are truly one of a kind, are you aware of that?" But Rollo can't help but smile at you, you just had to turn his life upside down, huh?
Crowley
He stirs slightly, his eyes blinking slowly open. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he realizes you are next to him and closes it again. His expression is soft and delicate, like your presence is a beacon of light in the darkness, and all he can focus on is you. You'd be surprised, moments of his adoration aren't that rare.
"What is it?" he asks with a slight yawn, his voice still soft and sleepy. "So like, I cooked us a clock with sprinkles of snow and the clock then when away with the pan because of their date at the baseball doctor." In spite of his tired mood, he bursts into laughter. A hearty, full-bellied laugh that only he would be so amused by such ridiculous, nonsensical statements.
"Ah, my love. It seems you have discovered the wonders of a dream," the headmaster chuckles, running his fingers curiously through your hair. For a moment he ponders about what other kinds of nonsense you would utter, if this is what your brain conjures just during your sleep.
He chuckles again in amusement. "Do go on," he encourages you, still looking through you with a light in his eyes. "Did the clock turn into a frog? Did the frog wear green boots and sing rock songs in kitchen utensils?" He's amused, but he also wants to know.
Crewel
As you call to him, you can see his eyelids twitch underneath. Your voice seems to permeate his dreams. There is no immediate answer as his eyes flutter in a way that seems to indicate that he's trying to force himself awake but still struggles to do so. He turns onto his back, his head tilting towards the sound of your voice. After a moment, he finally manages to open his eyes with a low groan. His hand reaches for his forehead and rubs it, as though he's suffered from a particularly intense headache. But once he sees you, he stops, his eyes brightening at the sight of your face.
All the weariness seems to leave him in an instance, yet not entirely. He manages a smile for you. "Puppy?..." "I just ate a singing pizza who told me the story of the bees and the snakes who danced underwater." "Ah..." Divus manages a confused hum. It takes him a moment as he seems to try and work it out in his head.
"They danced in...underwater?" He asks, voice soft. "Underwater...is a body of water...but...how does one..." he looks away from you as he attempts to picture the scenario. After a moment, he shakes his head, chuckling softly into his palm. "No matter. That is quite a tale, indeed my pup."
Divus draws you close and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder and hugging you tightly. His breath is hot against your neck, his muscles tensing underneath.Ā "Sleep..." he mumbles softly, his voice seeming to get thicker as a low growl rumbles from his chest.
"Or does my pup want to keep being disobedient?"
Trein
(Solid grandpa issues ya'll have here)
It is almost as you say his name that his eyes blink quickly. They become wide and concerned. "Dearest?" he whispers with a hint of urgency in his voice. Though his expression turns gentle as he notices you aren't hurt or sick. His shoulders relax. "Yuu, have you not been feeling well?" Mozus asks, his voice a soothing melody. After a moment, he sits up. The bed creaks with the weight of his shifting body. Even Lucius wakes up from his slumber to tip tap his way over to your shared bed.
"Did you perhaps catch a cold? I could fetch some medicine if you would like." He doesn't want to see you in pain, not even for a moment. Oh, how caring he can be sometimes..."My hair turned purple because I washed it with dirt in the afternoon 13 years ago on a full red moon at midnight."
Silence hangs in the air as you speak. Mozus's expression remains concerned; worried. And then it turns into a frown. "Ah... You must've hit your head. Or else you wouldn't speak of such nonsense" he says. Though he tries to conceal it, a flicker of irritation flashes across his eyes. Your sudden statements seem to have sparked his annoyance.
"Or are you perhaps playing a childish prank on me at unholy hours?" he asks sharply, tone becoming stern. "If there is nothing else you require, I believe you've wasted enough of your time together." He tries to keep his voice neutral, but is obviously still slightly peeved at your game. "I-Im sorry..." His anger melts at your apology. His face melts back to a soft expression as he pulls you into his arms. His voice returns to its soothing tone as he presses his lips to yours.
When he pulls away, only seconds later, there's a content smile on to his lips. "Do not apologize," he says softly, voice quiet. Yet you feel a surge of pleasure run through your body. You feel almost as light as a feather once again. "I'm happy you're in best condition."
Vargas
Ashton jolts awake as he hears your voice, immediately rising into a defensive stance as he looks at you. Protectively he stands before the bed frantically looking around for potential danger with both his fists up, ready to punch whatever lurks in your shared bedroom.
"It's okay! Is there something wrong? Are you hurt?!" he asks anxiously but wild as he still holds his position. "Wha--no?!" He reacted so fast you couldn't keep up. "Oh...!" Asthon blinks a few times as he seems to calm himself. He lowers his fists, though now he seems completely at a loss for words. He stares at you blankly.
"That is good," he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed about the situation, "very good, yes " he offers a small smile, though you can sense him struggling to gather himself. "...so I woke up because the curtains were running away from a wild toaster." Ashton blinks a few times, processing this information. He seems to ponder it for a moment and then... bursts out into laughter.
It's a loud sound, like a true suburban father laugh. It's a sound of complete delight. Though, it doesn't take him too much effort to bring himself back. "Ah... yes," he says, "Wild toasters. They are very problematic." He lets himself sink into bed again, and like before, you're to slow to react. Because the moment his head hits the pillow, he's gone. Snoring the night away...
Sam
"Hm?" The mighty lord stirs in his sleep. He pulls the sheets tighter around him, his body twitching in his sleep. The sound of his name being uttered by you seems to have broken through his slumber. "Wake uuuup~!" "Hm?" Sam finally looks up at you, his eyes barely open. They seem to focus on you, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room before he finally smiles. "Impy...?" He speaks in the softest of whispers, his voice almost hoarse as though it had been a while. "Did my friends wakw you...or...was it my snoring?"
"My shampoo ran out cause the towel used it for their skincare routine." "Ah..." He sits up, his expression still weary from sleep. Before you can even tell him to stop, he's already risen from the bed. He's practically half-asleep as he waddles towards the shop and comes back with a bottle of shampoo in hand.
He doesn't question you or the strange request at all. "There you go," he holds up a bottle of shampoo. "Only the best for my little imp, and since its you...its on the house" he says, although he looks like he's in a trance he does smirk at you.
"Thank...you?" You question as you take the bottle from his hands. Before you know it he drops face first into bed, "But...if ya need anythin' else...get it yourself...alright?" he mumbles into the pillow.
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Pairing | Neil Lewis x step sister!reader
Summary | Neil wakes up in a compromising position and canāt control himself.
Warnings | Smut, non con, groping, humping, black mail, somno, exhibitionism?, horny pervy Neil again lol
Words | 1.1 k
Notes | Iām trying to write for other characters I swearš also this gif isnāt related lmao, it just drives me fucking crazy and I canāt find one that fits the fic skdjdk
Ao3 link | <3
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Neil never really liked vacationing with his mom, but now adding you and your dad? He missed when it was just the two of them.Ā
He never got his own bed anymore because they couldnāt afford anything more than a room with two queen beds. And since it was āweirdā for him to sleep next to his mom and you next to your dad, he had to sleep next to youā¦ as if that wasnāt even weirder.Ā
Youāve only been step siblings for a couple months, but from day one, there was a weird vibe between both of you. He didnāt act on it because, since you're technically his sister nowā¦ that would be kind of gross. But the main reason was because he just lacked the skills to talk to women.Ā
Neil woke up and was confused for a moment, not understanding what he was holding or smelling until he opened his eyes and realized he was cuddling you. His first reaction was shock and a little disgustā¦ but then he realized the current state his body was inā¦ He was hard. Your ass was pushing against his crotch and he was hard.Ā
For a while he tried to ignore it and fall back asleep, but he couldnāt make himself let go of you. So he was forced to smell the sweet, flowery scent of your shampoo and feel your body pressed completely against his. With his arm over your torso, his hand was touching the bare skin of your stomach because your sleep shirt had ridden up.Ā
He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes. When he heard your soft snores, he got a terrible, stupid, awful, amazing idea. His hand slowly drifted up your stomach under your shirt and he almost moaned out loud when he didnāt feel a bra and just felt skin. Getting too eager, he cupped your breast, squeezing and groping as his hips unconsciously started grinding against your ass. Heās seen your tits in low cut tops and even a sports bra, but they felt infinitely better than he couldāve ever imagined.Ā
He was suddenly very grateful that you demanded to take the side of the bed next to the nightstand because your body was shielding the movement of his hips from your parents. Honestly, he had no way of knowing if they were both asleep or not, but it was almost 3 am so he just assumed they were. Even if they werenāt through, his dick was too hard to care.Ā
You just barely shifted in your sleep at the feeling of him squeezing your tits, but other than that, you were still fast asleep. So he snaked his hand back down your body all the way until he reached your thigh below the covers. He didnāt know girls could be so soft, but he really liked it.Ā
His hand drifted to the front of your thigh, then up until he was right below your crotch. He pulled you back into him, grinding against your ass even harder as he buried his face in your shoulder and took in your scent. With a low groan, he reached his other hand down to free his cock, removing a layer between him and your ass.Ā
When you stirred and made a quiet noise, he knew he shouldāve stoppedā¦ but he was too fucking horny, he couldnāt control himself. It didnāt take you long to wake up and realize what was happening. As soon as you did, his hand shot up from your leg to cover your mouth.Ā
āShhā¦ Iām almost done.ā He whispered against your ear. You started struggling in his hold, trying to remove his hand and get away, so he just rolled a little bit until you were forced onto your stomach and he was laying on top of your back. He never stopped grinding on you, even though this wouldāve been far more obvious if one of your parents woke up. āJust a little moreā¦ā When you made a loud noise behind his hand, he used the other one to grip your neck, silencing you.Ā
āYou donāt want to wake them up, because if you doā¦ Iām sure theyād be very interested in learning about that special box in your closet.ā He smirked and your body immediately went rigid. Obviously he went through your stuff, why wouldnāt he? When he found all of your sex toys thoughā¦ he almost lost it right then and there. He ended up getting off in your room that day. āThatās right. Just keep your mouth shut and Iāll keep your secret, how does that sound?ā He was being rhetorical, but you nodded anyway.Ā
Once he was satisfied knowing youād behave, he let go of your mouth and pushed his hand under your shirt again to keep playing with your tits, this time focusing on your already hard nipples.Ā
āFuckā¦ these tits are incredible.ā He groaned and you whimpered quietly when he roughly pinched your nipple. āCanāt wait to see which bathing suit you brought when weāre at the beach tomorrow.ā God bless his mom and your dad for choosing somewhere tropical. āI hope itās that skimpy little black one.ā He chuckled under his breath, already getting even more worked up at just the thought of you in a bathing suit. He'll have to come up with a way to do this again tomorrow. Maybe while youāre in the water so people canāt see.Ā
āNeil..ā You whispered and he could hear in your tone how much you wanted this to stop.Ā
āShhā¦ Just a little longer.. Iām almost there, I promise.ā He whispered back, beginning to kiss the side of your neck. Your smell and the feeling of your body was so intoxicating, he was already way too close. You whimpered quietly and continued to just lay completely limp underneath him. He wondered what youād be like if he fucked you in this positionā if he kept your legs pressed together, making the stretch even harder for you to take as his cock split you open.Ā
āFuckāā He choked out, hips stuttering until he finally fell over the edge. He continued humping your ass, riding out his orgasm as you trembled beneath him. When it was over, he let out a heavy breath and flopped onto his back on his side of the bed. As he put his cock away, he was suddenly very glad he pulled it out in the first place because all of the mess landed on your shorts and lower back.Ā
āYou should go clean up. I donāt want jizz on the sheets.ā He smirked, watching as you used shaky hands to pull your shirt back down. You slipped out of bed to grab new pajamas from your bag and went into the bathroom without another word.Ā
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Balancing Act (Daniel Riccardo x Jung Hoseok's manager!Reader)
No face claim. Pictures from Pinterest
Wishing Daniel all the best with his future endeavours šš
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{Reader's POV}
When I had joined BigHit, I has started working as an assistant to BTS's manager. He was a kind and helpful man, who made transitioning to the job so easy. The boys were also very kind and understanding. It was a blast to work with them honestly. Later, as I gained more experience I was assigned to other groups. I did miss hanging out with the boys; I missed Hobi the most.
After I had stopped working with BTS, that was when I realised that I had a crush on Hoseok. I told myself it was due to the close proximity or the fact that he was just kind, but he was kind to everyone. And I decided to bury those feelings since K-Pop agencies didn't take dating lightly. Even though I barely saw Hobi at this point, my heart would always beat really hard and I would find myself looking for him in common spaces.
Whenever Hobi had individual schedules, I was brought back. The first time I had to work with him after I realised that I love him was nerve wrecking to say the least but Hobi's energy made me feel right at ease and I've never felt so relaxed before. I practically became his personal manager after Hobi started having individual schedules. He was a joy to be around and his energy and laughter was infectious. The tiny crush I had denied having had turned into a full blown infatuation. But, what was I supposed to do when Hobi would smile and sweetly greet me, even going as far to get me coffee. I couldn't not love him.
I was travelling with Hobi for his performances and the final promotion shooting before he was supposed to go for his mandatory military enlistment when I realised I had to tell him. The major reason being that I felt like maybe he liked me. It was the way his eyes would look at me or the way he would softly utter my name. I just felt it in my bones, he liked me. Oh, how wrong I was.
"Hope, congratulations on a successful promotion and preparing so much for ARMY" I said patting his back. "Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you" he laughed his infectious belly laugh. "No no, you are very talented. You could've managed with out me" I insisted. "Nope, my english is so bad, I would've never left my hotel room if not for you" he reasoned. I smiled at him, this was the right moment. "Don't mention it Hobi, just doing my job. I wanted to talk to you about something" I said, it made my tummy rumble and knot up. "Sure" he said turning his full attention on me. I breathed in deeply before saying, "I like you a lot, I've liked you for a while. Will you go out with me?" I asked looking at my feet. I heard Hobi sigh, this wasn't a good thing; "I'm sorry, Manager Y/L/N." he mumbled. The last name hurt. "I've never liked you that way and I'm sorry if I ever gave you the wrong impression. You are a good friend and colleague who I'm grateful to have but I don't feel that way" he apologised. I laughed dryly, "Yeah, it's okay." I sighed trying to hold back tears. "Let's still be friends. I don't want to lose a friend because of my stupid mistake" I croaked out. "You won't. I promise" he said trying to hug me. I walked back. "I have to give the company report on your schedule and stuff. Good luck with the military. I'll see you once you're back" I shouted out backing away. I had tears in my eyes as I turned the corner.
I may have cried myself to sleep for a few days after that but knowing Hoseok was leaving for the military and I wouldn't have to see him for a while made things easier. I knew I needed a change of scenery and pace so I took a few months off and went on a vacation.
I was in Spain when I met Daniel. He was charming, charismatic and easy to get along with. He would make me laugh and had great joy remembering how we met. "Excuse me" I asked tapping the tall man in front of me. He was wearing a hat and sun glasses. "Hi, Nice to meet you. Would you like a photograph or an autograph?" he asked turning around. I was so confused. "No, I just wanted directions. Can you help?" I asked. He tipped his sunglasses down his nose, scanned me up and down, "You are breath taking" he whispered. I felt a blush creep up my face. "Thank you" I mumbled pointing to a name on my phone, "Do you know where this is?" I asked. "Sadly, I don't but my friend does." he said calling his friend 'Carlos', he sounded Spanish when he spoke to me and gave me the directions. I thanked the two men and started walking in the directions when the taller man with an Australian accent ran up to me, "Hey! I'm Daniel and I don't know if this is crazy but you are so pretty and I just can't let you walk away so would you like to go on a date with me?" he asked. "Sorry, I'm trying to get over someone right now" I said apologetically. "Nothing better than a shoulder to lean on as you get over a stupid man" he winked. "Let's have a drink together. You can tell me all about your relationship woes and I will patiently wait for when you are ready to date me" he laughed. "I don't drink with strangers" I pointed out, walking away.
After that, I met him in Austria again. It was as if the stars were aligning and that's when I finally agreed to have coffee with him. He was a great listener and would give good advice. As I spoke to him and got to know him, we did end up on a date, a few weeks after Austria. I was continuing my trip in Europe and he had work in Europe, it seemed. It was only after a few dates, did he tell me that he was a Formula One Driver. I almost didn't believe him until I Googled him. I may have spent way too much of my time watching Daniel Riccardo funny videos and his interviews and his race highlights.
We decided to keep our relationship on the down low for a while since I did have to go back to work after my vacation. The vacation was the best thing I did for myself. Daniel would visit me if he was at a race near by which was many months later since he was in Singapore and Japan but I cherished every moment I got to spend with him. After his season was over, he was in Seoul to spend some of his holidays with me. I loved waking up to Daniel in bed or to a nice cooked meal when I got back from work. He would joke about being my stay at home wife and we would laugh as we enjoyed the meal. We would explore the streets of South Korea and even going on small weekend getaways so I could show Daniel around.
He did return to Australia to spend time with his family but we would constantly be texting each other or on call. After almost a year of dating, Daniel asked me to come to a race of his, specifically Spain since that was the country where we first met. I cleared up my calendar and I was off.
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y/n.y/l/n Happy 1 year to the man who never fails to make my heart flutter!!ššThank you for being the best boyfriend ever!!ššLove you more than I can explainš„°š„°
danielriccardo you're gonna make me cry.šLove you most!!ā¤ļøā¤ļø y/bff/user both of you are so cute, I'm feeling very singlešš user11 I've known her since she started in BigHit, can't believe I might watch her get marriedš user12 both of them are happy virusesšš user13 cutest couple on and off the gridš„¹š„¹ user14 Hybe should sign Daniel, he can be their modelšš user15 they are making me believe in loveš„ŗš„ŗ
After the Spanish race, I wasn't able to join him any other races due to work until that fateful call; "hi babe" I chirped. "hey" he greeted, his voice heavy. "What happened?" I asked. "Nothing" he hummed. "Don't lie to me" I reprimanded. "Nothing gets past you, does it?" he chuckled. "Nope" I grinned. "Now spill Danny" I prompted. "It's just.... they might be booting me by the next race" he sulked. "What? Are they crazy? How could they do that? Is this allowed? Can I file a complaint?" I rambled. He laughed. "No, and it's okay. It was gonna happen, I had a feeling" he said. "Now I feel bad, I should've taken time off to see my wonderful boyfriend race" I sulked. "It's okay, you can come to Singapore" he pointed out. "yes!! We'll celebrate!! It's your last race in F1 and we're going to go out with a bang" I said already making plans in my head. Daniel smiled at me, "I can't wait"
I flew to Singapore on Thursday; I will always regret not going to more of his races. We had a blast, there was a rumour going around that Daniel was leaving but there was no official announcement so he couldn't say anything. I spent the better half of the weekend consoling Daniel and trying to make the best of the situation. After the race and the interviews, we walked out of the paddock hand in hand, "I'm so proud of you. Being in a sport for 12-13 years and giving it your all. Being smart, talented and wonderful, being one of the best drivers and helping others learn from you all with a smile is hard, in any field let alone something like formula one. Being a friend when you are all competitors is a talent. I love you so much for doing so well" I said, stopping to cup his cheeks and kissing him. "I love you Y/N" he said in tears. "I love you more" I smiled. "No more crying, you are the best driver" I stated. "To you" he corrected. "And that's all that matters Riccardo" I pointed out. "yes it does" he hummed and started walking out hand in hand. "I'm gonna mooch off you now" he laughed. "I will gladly let you mooch off me" I smiled. "Love you Dan" I said taking his hand to my lips and pressing a kiss. "And I love you" he kissed my hand.
We were both saps but we were each others sap. I couldn't have hoped to meet someone better than him and some one who loves me more than him.
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